"Hey!" She exclaimed as she came in.
"Hey." They said, without the enthusiasm though.
"What was that all about?" James said, motioning to the open window.
"Oh, well, it was a free ticket into the ball, and I figured I always wanted to go to one..."
"Your going with who?" James asked.
"Oh, well, I figure you can escort me in, and then I can dance with whoever I want." Liza said, winking at Remus.
"I can escort you in? What does that mean?" James asked.
"Yeah, only wealthy people get in, and he's not very well-known, except for the people that see him around town." Remus said. "Your allowed in, only cause you black-mailed the Princess."
"Hey, hey, that wasn't black-mail you git. It was payback." Liza said.
"Payback for what?"
"Who's her sister?" Liza sighed.
"Oh... your going to show up Princess Petunia."
"She doesn't deserve to be called a princess." Liza snapped. "From now on, I'll refer to her as.... Pet. Cause all she's going to do throughout the ball is follow me around." Liza smirked.
"What does this have to do with me as an escort?" James asked again.
"I'm not going to walk in alone." Liza said.
"Walk in with Remus!" James exclaimed.
"That would cause to many questions."
"Why?" James asked.
"Cause they've seen us around. I need to go unnoticed." Liza explained. "They know me as a peasant. I wouldn't be allowed in, even if the Princess said I could go. So we are going as a foreign country's royalty."
"Wouldn't they behead you if they found out?" Remus asked.
"If they found out." Liza pointed out.
"Someone would recognize us." James said. "I do not feel like having my head chopped off, thanks."
"Oh, come on, we are the masters of disguise!" Liza exclaimed.
"What? Where did that come from? I can't even get my hair to stay. We don't have the clothes. AND... we don't have any transportation that's not peasant-like... it's hopeless." James said, defeated. "As much as I want to go and save Lily from Snape...." He trailed off, and quickly turned to look at Remus, who was giving them a skeptical look.
"Oh, we're on a first-name bases with the Princess are we?" Liza said, smiling. 'You knew her in your other life?' She asked in his head.
"I could have just sworn you asked me who the prince of Spain was... And now you know his name?" Remus said with his eyebrows raised.
"Erm... I just remembered." 'Yes... we were... are... friends.'
'And Snape?'
'Is my enemy.' Liza raised her eyebrows at this.
"Is there something you guys ain't telling me?" Remus asked.
"It's settled then." Liza said. "We're going!"
"What?!?" James and Remus exclaimed at the same time, but Liza was already out the door.
A couple of hours later, Remus had been limping around town, trying to find Sirius to tell him to take his place. James had been shoved off with Liza, also limping, to take a few 'how-to-be-a-prince' lessens and find high- class clothes, along with some kind of carriage.
Lily, had been wondering how she was going to get out of being with the slime ball. Lily counted off her fingers, yet again, the reasons why she didn't want to marry him and become the queen of Spain.
'He's rude, slimy, arrogant, pale, conceited...' She could go on, but there was a knock at the door. "Come in." She said. Her maid stepped into the room.
"Hello miss. Would you like me to set up a bath?"
"Yes!" Lily said. "I... I mean... yes, that would be lovely, Sophie. Thank you." Sophie bowed and left.
"When's the ball?" James whined as he strutted around a room like a prince, also trying to dance with Liza trying to teach him.
"Next week."
"Before or after Remus's tournament?" James asked.
"Before. Two days before." Liza said, while she started to laugh at him.
"What country are we royalty to?" James asked as he strutted toward Liza.
"Er.... how 'bout we make up one?"
"You haven't thought about this?' James asked.
"I have... I have..." Liza said... "I figured we could adorn an Australian accent and go as some South African country."
"We don't look South African!" James said.
"Then, genius, think of something!" Liza exclaimed.
"Well... I'd say Spain because we have ancestors there... but that's out of the question... We have ancestors from India!" He exclaimed. "Not very many... but some and they're distant. Very distant." He sighed.
"India! That's great!" Liza exclaimed.
"We don't know their ways, I was just kidding!" James said.
"No, we could talk to the gypsies, they've been there!"
"The gypsies tried to kill us!"
"Oh, they're just misunderstood! Come on!"
James groaned as he was dragged to the gypsies.
"Sirius!" Remus called, banding on his door.
Sirius opened it and smiled. "Your alive!" He exclaimed and hugged Remus.
"Get off... ow!" He said as his sore muscles hurt from the weight of Sirius.
"What's up?" He asked smiling as he ushered Remus into the house he and his father shared.
Sirius's father was an inventor. There was a whole bunch of funny contraptions around his house. Sirius sat down at his kitchen table and stared as Remus pondered all the weird contraptions.
"Um... I wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"Will you take my place in the tournament?" Remus asked. He turned to look at Sirius.
Sirius was staring at him with his mouth hanging open. "What?"
"Sirius, I know it's asking a lot. Me and James can train you up..."
"Of course I would, but why me?" Sirius asked. " Why can't you do it?"
"That fall yesterday... it dislocated my left arm..." Remus said as he lifted his left arm, with was in a sling.
"Oh..."
"Please don't screw this up...."
"No trust." Sirius said, shaking his head.
"And another thing... I can't let my father know I'm hurt..." He said.
"Oh, my dad might know what could help." He got up and Remus followed him into a room.
"Dad?" Sirius went into what looked like a study room, but he knocked on a book case and the bookcase opened. It was a door, opened by the inside apparently.
"There you are Sirius! Hold this." Sirius's father came by, He was a normal- sized man. His and Sirius were the same height. He had a full head of black hair that was slightly gray. He had a few laugh lines and a generally happy expression all around. He handed Sirius something that looked like a boat.
"What's this?" Sirius asked, looking at the boat thing.
"It's just a model." Mr. Black said as he walked by again, he seemed a little busy. "Hullo Remus!" He exclaimed.
"Hullo sir."
"What can I do for you?" He said smiling.
"Um... dad, Remus needs something to hide his dislocated arm." He said, motioning to Remus' arm.
"I see." He came over to look at it. "Your lucky I was forced to learn medical." He muttered as he surveyed the arm. "I have just the thing!" He exclaimed and ran to a closet.
He came out with a material in his hands. "This is a new fabric. It looks like a simple undershirt, but it's not. Don't be decieved at the state of it. It's much more stronger then it looks."
He had a small, white piece of fabric with him. It looked like a bed sheet and looked as if it was see-through almost.
"Give me your arm." He said. Remus handed him his arm and Mr. Black rebandaged it.
"Wow, it doesn't even hurt!" Remus exclaimed as Sirius walked him to James and Liza's so they could start Sirius's training.
"Hey." They said, without the enthusiasm though.
"What was that all about?" James said, motioning to the open window.
"Oh, well, it was a free ticket into the ball, and I figured I always wanted to go to one..."
"Your going with who?" James asked.
"Oh, well, I figure you can escort me in, and then I can dance with whoever I want." Liza said, winking at Remus.
"I can escort you in? What does that mean?" James asked.
"Yeah, only wealthy people get in, and he's not very well-known, except for the people that see him around town." Remus said. "Your allowed in, only cause you black-mailed the Princess."
"Hey, hey, that wasn't black-mail you git. It was payback." Liza said.
"Payback for what?"
"Who's her sister?" Liza sighed.
"Oh... your going to show up Princess Petunia."
"She doesn't deserve to be called a princess." Liza snapped. "From now on, I'll refer to her as.... Pet. Cause all she's going to do throughout the ball is follow me around." Liza smirked.
"What does this have to do with me as an escort?" James asked again.
"I'm not going to walk in alone." Liza said.
"Walk in with Remus!" James exclaimed.
"That would cause to many questions."
"Why?" James asked.
"Cause they've seen us around. I need to go unnoticed." Liza explained. "They know me as a peasant. I wouldn't be allowed in, even if the Princess said I could go. So we are going as a foreign country's royalty."
"Wouldn't they behead you if they found out?" Remus asked.
"If they found out." Liza pointed out.
"Someone would recognize us." James said. "I do not feel like having my head chopped off, thanks."
"Oh, come on, we are the masters of disguise!" Liza exclaimed.
"What? Where did that come from? I can't even get my hair to stay. We don't have the clothes. AND... we don't have any transportation that's not peasant-like... it's hopeless." James said, defeated. "As much as I want to go and save Lily from Snape...." He trailed off, and quickly turned to look at Remus, who was giving them a skeptical look.
"Oh, we're on a first-name bases with the Princess are we?" Liza said, smiling. 'You knew her in your other life?' She asked in his head.
"I could have just sworn you asked me who the prince of Spain was... And now you know his name?" Remus said with his eyebrows raised.
"Erm... I just remembered." 'Yes... we were... are... friends.'
'And Snape?'
'Is my enemy.' Liza raised her eyebrows at this.
"Is there something you guys ain't telling me?" Remus asked.
"It's settled then." Liza said. "We're going!"
"What?!?" James and Remus exclaimed at the same time, but Liza was already out the door.
A couple of hours later, Remus had been limping around town, trying to find Sirius to tell him to take his place. James had been shoved off with Liza, also limping, to take a few 'how-to-be-a-prince' lessens and find high- class clothes, along with some kind of carriage.
Lily, had been wondering how she was going to get out of being with the slime ball. Lily counted off her fingers, yet again, the reasons why she didn't want to marry him and become the queen of Spain.
'He's rude, slimy, arrogant, pale, conceited...' She could go on, but there was a knock at the door. "Come in." She said. Her maid stepped into the room.
"Hello miss. Would you like me to set up a bath?"
"Yes!" Lily said. "I... I mean... yes, that would be lovely, Sophie. Thank you." Sophie bowed and left.
"When's the ball?" James whined as he strutted around a room like a prince, also trying to dance with Liza trying to teach him.
"Next week."
"Before or after Remus's tournament?" James asked.
"Before. Two days before." Liza said, while she started to laugh at him.
"What country are we royalty to?" James asked as he strutted toward Liza.
"Er.... how 'bout we make up one?"
"You haven't thought about this?' James asked.
"I have... I have..." Liza said... "I figured we could adorn an Australian accent and go as some South African country."
"We don't look South African!" James said.
"Then, genius, think of something!" Liza exclaimed.
"Well... I'd say Spain because we have ancestors there... but that's out of the question... We have ancestors from India!" He exclaimed. "Not very many... but some and they're distant. Very distant." He sighed.
"India! That's great!" Liza exclaimed.
"We don't know their ways, I was just kidding!" James said.
"No, we could talk to the gypsies, they've been there!"
"The gypsies tried to kill us!"
"Oh, they're just misunderstood! Come on!"
James groaned as he was dragged to the gypsies.
"Sirius!" Remus called, banding on his door.
Sirius opened it and smiled. "Your alive!" He exclaimed and hugged Remus.
"Get off... ow!" He said as his sore muscles hurt from the weight of Sirius.
"What's up?" He asked smiling as he ushered Remus into the house he and his father shared.
Sirius's father was an inventor. There was a whole bunch of funny contraptions around his house. Sirius sat down at his kitchen table and stared as Remus pondered all the weird contraptions.
"Um... I wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"Will you take my place in the tournament?" Remus asked. He turned to look at Sirius.
Sirius was staring at him with his mouth hanging open. "What?"
"Sirius, I know it's asking a lot. Me and James can train you up..."
"Of course I would, but why me?" Sirius asked. " Why can't you do it?"
"That fall yesterday... it dislocated my left arm..." Remus said as he lifted his left arm, with was in a sling.
"Oh..."
"Please don't screw this up...."
"No trust." Sirius said, shaking his head.
"And another thing... I can't let my father know I'm hurt..." He said.
"Oh, my dad might know what could help." He got up and Remus followed him into a room.
"Dad?" Sirius went into what looked like a study room, but he knocked on a book case and the bookcase opened. It was a door, opened by the inside apparently.
"There you are Sirius! Hold this." Sirius's father came by, He was a normal- sized man. His and Sirius were the same height. He had a full head of black hair that was slightly gray. He had a few laugh lines and a generally happy expression all around. He handed Sirius something that looked like a boat.
"What's this?" Sirius asked, looking at the boat thing.
"It's just a model." Mr. Black said as he walked by again, he seemed a little busy. "Hullo Remus!" He exclaimed.
"Hullo sir."
"What can I do for you?" He said smiling.
"Um... dad, Remus needs something to hide his dislocated arm." He said, motioning to Remus' arm.
"I see." He came over to look at it. "Your lucky I was forced to learn medical." He muttered as he surveyed the arm. "I have just the thing!" He exclaimed and ran to a closet.
He came out with a material in his hands. "This is a new fabric. It looks like a simple undershirt, but it's not. Don't be decieved at the state of it. It's much more stronger then it looks."
He had a small, white piece of fabric with him. It looked like a bed sheet and looked as if it was see-through almost.
"Give me your arm." He said. Remus handed him his arm and Mr. Black rebandaged it.
"Wow, it doesn't even hurt!" Remus exclaimed as Sirius walked him to James and Liza's so they could start Sirius's training.
