CHAP 3
[A/N] Yeah, just to clear sommat, the impression is given in the first
chapter that James was training Remus but I meant to say that he wasn't
actually. I meant for James to have been watching his companion, sorry
for the confusion.
'Twas naught but a few days later that I stood amidst the many Ravenclaw spectators, watching the fierce game between Slytherin and my own house.
These games were my least favourite, before it had merely been my discontent at playing my best friend but now I regarded Remus, eyes ever- watchful, circle the goal hoops almost lazily. As if to worsen the matter, this game was for the cup. Hufflepuff nearly never won and Gryffindor had been defeated early on by a particularly bad winter game against Slytherin. Snape could barely contain his glee; it would not surprise me if he became the head of that disreputable house one day.
I was pulled from my notions as a loud cheer went up from our end, Remus had made a spectacular save and I could not help but laugh for glee at the ever-so-proud gleam in his golden eyes. It was so very much like him to resume his guarding stance instead of whooping along with the rest of us, so very much like him.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked into the leering face of Remus's twin, Romulus. He too had been sorted into Ravenclaw but I could hardly stand him. Ever arrogant and conceited, he was always tossing his mass of blonde hair and primping for the ladies. If it was possible, he was more vain than I had been before.before everything.
"My brozer is quite ze star, eez 'e not?" his French accent was so much different from Moony's-so protrusive, so annoying.
"As if I don't know that already!" I bit back, hardly trying to hide my contempt from him, "What is the real reason you wish to torment me?"
Romulus is not a werewolf; he was never bitten and never lets us forget that. He is my competitor and rival, more so than Snape who will never gain a second glance from none other than Adiel Sarrashai, a Gryffindor. Snape exists solely for his cauldrons and mortars. But Romulus is different; we compete fervently for the attention of both the males and females of Hogwarts. He is my equal when it comes to words and cleverness and for this I am ashamed that I am not better. But I am not sorry, never sorry.
Romulus is not taken aback; this is not a rare thing. In fact, it would be uncommon for us to carry forth a civil conversation, "I 'ave come to make a wageur with you Monsieur Black."
I barely nodded my recognition, "And what is this wager you speak of Lupin?"
Romulus pointed with an index finger so similar and yet so different to that of Moony's, in the direction of a brunette. She sat quietly, her large eyes watching the game.
"Do you see 'er? I bet you feefteen seeckles zat I will get a date from 'er before you Monsieur Black."
"What purpose do you wish to achieve?" I snapped, eyebrow raised.
"To prove for once and for all zat I truly am more sharming zan you," the prat replied calmly.
An idea struck me then and I'm sure it was represented by the smile that crept across my thin lips, "You want a real challenge," I found a boy whom I was nearly sure had been in the company of another male earlier this month standing on him own, "then we go after him."
I don't know why I'd ever said that.I wasn't interested in the boy but at that moment my mind had been in search of a diversion of sorts and had found it.
"*Ee'm*?" the prat asked incredulously.
"Yes ee'm," I retorted mockingly.
Romulus studied me with golden eyes, probably trying to make out whether I was worth his royal air.
"Oui, oui, I accept your shallenge Monsieur Black," he decided, a look of determination etched upon his pale brow.
"Fine, we start our.conquest after the game. I'm sure you wish to congratulate you twin?" he despised Remus for what fate had made him.
*
"You were ruddy brilliant!" I exclaimed as Remus left the change rooms. Ravenclaw had beat Slytherin 170-130, which goes to show the dexterity of their Chasers or perhaps Remus was an expert Keeper-I would believe both.
"You really believe so?" his eyes shown.
Slinging an arm around his thin-yet-graceful frame I escorted him to our dormitory, "I know so, you did a better job than I ever could."
My blue eyes stared at the unmoving ground while saying this as memories flitted within the depths of my mind. The wind whistling through my hair, the sting of rain on overcast days and the Quaffle as it came towards me. Suddenly, two pale hands encompassed my face as they directed my gaze into the golden stare of another.
"Don't say that Sirius-you were greatness in its own right. I thought you were at least."
I searched his eyes for any trace of deceit but there was only sincerity and earnestness. It comforted me slightly that Remus bore any opinion of me whatsoever.
"Well maybe we can play, you and I when we've got free time. You know, trade some tactics?" I suggested.
This notion was rewarded with a happy gleam in my friend's eye and his pale lips drawn up in a smile.
"I would love that Sirius. It's really quite nerve wracking when you're in the game."
I laughed at my friend. However, the mirth in my being quickly dissipated when an all-too-familiar drawl found its way into mine ears, "You played very well brozer. Even better than Monsieur Black ever 'as."
"You're pushing your luck Lupin," I growled, my lips revealing more distrust and animosity than I held for Malfoy and Snape combined.
Remus stood between us, always the peacemaker. I knew he loved his brother-barely and felt bad for him. Moony was always apologizing for his very existence when there was no need to utter the words.
"Thank you Romulus. Much appreciated, if you don't mind I'm going to help Sirius with his Defence Against the Dark Arts essay. Nice talking," Remus hurried to finish.
"Ah oui. Je dois partie maintenant pour suivre ma parier avec Monsieur Black," I hated it when the twins spoke their native tongue. "Quel parier Romulus? Qu'est-ce que tu parles propos?" Remus's tone was quick and curious.
"Demander a votre ami," were the villain's parting words.
I watched as Romulus walked off towards the castle. I wanted desperately to remain with my companion but couldn't if I wanted a chance to win the bet.
"What wager? What was Romulus talking about?" his golden eyes felt as though they were searching within my very soul.
"Nothing Moony. Just trying to prove to that prat that he's only half as charming as he thinks he is," I snarled.
My friend's hands caught my shoulder in a nearly painful grasp. Moony is strong, twice as strong as he lets on actually. If there is something that can be obtained by physical strength Remus could easily retain it.
"*What* bet?"
"It isn't important," I did not know why I was refusing him the information.
"It is to me."
"Fine!" once again my untameable temper rose like the fires of Hell, "If you really must know, Moony, your brother and I have agreed that the first one to get a date from the Ravenclaw we chose is the best. Does it really fucking matter?"
He looked like he'd been struck. Remus was the last person I became short tempered with. Normally he was too mild to do anything that annoyed me. In fact, this was the first time I had ever raised my voice to him. But he did not do as I had expected he fought back.
"Who? Who are you going to use and abuse this time, huh?"
"None of your goddamn business, that's who!"
"It is my business! I can't stand the way you use people just for personal pleasure Sirius. Do you ever even consider their feelings?"
With that he turned, patched robes and all and stalked off in the direction of his brother. The worst part was that Remus was right I never stayed long in a relationship. I was like a vampire in the way I used and drained people, keeping them only long enough to use them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ah oui. Je dois partie maintenant pour suivre ma parier avec Monsieur Black," I hated it when the twins spoke their native tongue.
"Quel parier Romulus? Qu'est-ce que tu parles propos?" Remus's tone was quick and curious.
"Demander a votre ami," were the villain's parting words
Translation "Ah yes. I have to leave now to ensue my bet with Mister Black,"
"What bet Romulus? What are you talking about?"
"Ask your friend,"
'Twas naught but a few days later that I stood amidst the many Ravenclaw spectators, watching the fierce game between Slytherin and my own house.
These games were my least favourite, before it had merely been my discontent at playing my best friend but now I regarded Remus, eyes ever- watchful, circle the goal hoops almost lazily. As if to worsen the matter, this game was for the cup. Hufflepuff nearly never won and Gryffindor had been defeated early on by a particularly bad winter game against Slytherin. Snape could barely contain his glee; it would not surprise me if he became the head of that disreputable house one day.
I was pulled from my notions as a loud cheer went up from our end, Remus had made a spectacular save and I could not help but laugh for glee at the ever-so-proud gleam in his golden eyes. It was so very much like him to resume his guarding stance instead of whooping along with the rest of us, so very much like him.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked into the leering face of Remus's twin, Romulus. He too had been sorted into Ravenclaw but I could hardly stand him. Ever arrogant and conceited, he was always tossing his mass of blonde hair and primping for the ladies. If it was possible, he was more vain than I had been before.before everything.
"My brozer is quite ze star, eez 'e not?" his French accent was so much different from Moony's-so protrusive, so annoying.
"As if I don't know that already!" I bit back, hardly trying to hide my contempt from him, "What is the real reason you wish to torment me?"
Romulus is not a werewolf; he was never bitten and never lets us forget that. He is my competitor and rival, more so than Snape who will never gain a second glance from none other than Adiel Sarrashai, a Gryffindor. Snape exists solely for his cauldrons and mortars. But Romulus is different; we compete fervently for the attention of both the males and females of Hogwarts. He is my equal when it comes to words and cleverness and for this I am ashamed that I am not better. But I am not sorry, never sorry.
Romulus is not taken aback; this is not a rare thing. In fact, it would be uncommon for us to carry forth a civil conversation, "I 'ave come to make a wageur with you Monsieur Black."
I barely nodded my recognition, "And what is this wager you speak of Lupin?"
Romulus pointed with an index finger so similar and yet so different to that of Moony's, in the direction of a brunette. She sat quietly, her large eyes watching the game.
"Do you see 'er? I bet you feefteen seeckles zat I will get a date from 'er before you Monsieur Black."
"What purpose do you wish to achieve?" I snapped, eyebrow raised.
"To prove for once and for all zat I truly am more sharming zan you," the prat replied calmly.
An idea struck me then and I'm sure it was represented by the smile that crept across my thin lips, "You want a real challenge," I found a boy whom I was nearly sure had been in the company of another male earlier this month standing on him own, "then we go after him."
I don't know why I'd ever said that.I wasn't interested in the boy but at that moment my mind had been in search of a diversion of sorts and had found it.
"*Ee'm*?" the prat asked incredulously.
"Yes ee'm," I retorted mockingly.
Romulus studied me with golden eyes, probably trying to make out whether I was worth his royal air.
"Oui, oui, I accept your shallenge Monsieur Black," he decided, a look of determination etched upon his pale brow.
"Fine, we start our.conquest after the game. I'm sure you wish to congratulate you twin?" he despised Remus for what fate had made him.
*
"You were ruddy brilliant!" I exclaimed as Remus left the change rooms. Ravenclaw had beat Slytherin 170-130, which goes to show the dexterity of their Chasers or perhaps Remus was an expert Keeper-I would believe both.
"You really believe so?" his eyes shown.
Slinging an arm around his thin-yet-graceful frame I escorted him to our dormitory, "I know so, you did a better job than I ever could."
My blue eyes stared at the unmoving ground while saying this as memories flitted within the depths of my mind. The wind whistling through my hair, the sting of rain on overcast days and the Quaffle as it came towards me. Suddenly, two pale hands encompassed my face as they directed my gaze into the golden stare of another.
"Don't say that Sirius-you were greatness in its own right. I thought you were at least."
I searched his eyes for any trace of deceit but there was only sincerity and earnestness. It comforted me slightly that Remus bore any opinion of me whatsoever.
"Well maybe we can play, you and I when we've got free time. You know, trade some tactics?" I suggested.
This notion was rewarded with a happy gleam in my friend's eye and his pale lips drawn up in a smile.
"I would love that Sirius. It's really quite nerve wracking when you're in the game."
I laughed at my friend. However, the mirth in my being quickly dissipated when an all-too-familiar drawl found its way into mine ears, "You played very well brozer. Even better than Monsieur Black ever 'as."
"You're pushing your luck Lupin," I growled, my lips revealing more distrust and animosity than I held for Malfoy and Snape combined.
Remus stood between us, always the peacemaker. I knew he loved his brother-barely and felt bad for him. Moony was always apologizing for his very existence when there was no need to utter the words.
"Thank you Romulus. Much appreciated, if you don't mind I'm going to help Sirius with his Defence Against the Dark Arts essay. Nice talking," Remus hurried to finish.
"Ah oui. Je dois partie maintenant pour suivre ma parier avec Monsieur Black," I hated it when the twins spoke their native tongue. "Quel parier Romulus? Qu'est-ce que tu parles propos?" Remus's tone was quick and curious.
"Demander a votre ami," were the villain's parting words.
I watched as Romulus walked off towards the castle. I wanted desperately to remain with my companion but couldn't if I wanted a chance to win the bet.
"What wager? What was Romulus talking about?" his golden eyes felt as though they were searching within my very soul.
"Nothing Moony. Just trying to prove to that prat that he's only half as charming as he thinks he is," I snarled.
My friend's hands caught my shoulder in a nearly painful grasp. Moony is strong, twice as strong as he lets on actually. If there is something that can be obtained by physical strength Remus could easily retain it.
"*What* bet?"
"It isn't important," I did not know why I was refusing him the information.
"It is to me."
"Fine!" once again my untameable temper rose like the fires of Hell, "If you really must know, Moony, your brother and I have agreed that the first one to get a date from the Ravenclaw we chose is the best. Does it really fucking matter?"
He looked like he'd been struck. Remus was the last person I became short tempered with. Normally he was too mild to do anything that annoyed me. In fact, this was the first time I had ever raised my voice to him. But he did not do as I had expected he fought back.
"Who? Who are you going to use and abuse this time, huh?"
"None of your goddamn business, that's who!"
"It is my business! I can't stand the way you use people just for personal pleasure Sirius. Do you ever even consider their feelings?"
With that he turned, patched robes and all and stalked off in the direction of his brother. The worst part was that Remus was right I never stayed long in a relationship. I was like a vampire in the way I used and drained people, keeping them only long enough to use them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ah oui. Je dois partie maintenant pour suivre ma parier avec Monsieur Black," I hated it when the twins spoke their native tongue.
"Quel parier Romulus? Qu'est-ce que tu parles propos?" Remus's tone was quick and curious.
"Demander a votre ami," were the villain's parting words
Translation "Ah yes. I have to leave now to ensue my bet with Mister Black,"
"What bet Romulus? What are you talking about?"
"Ask your friend,"