Water Lilies
Disclaimer: Uh, I own nothing.
A/N: Thank you Musicizdbest, kitty, and Zoe Lefebvre for your reviews. All reviews are appreciated. Feel free to tell me something I might improve on or I spelled wrong, etc. I could use your input. Once again, thank you.
Second chapter in which Sirius meets a girl on the train.
About ten or so minutes after the Marauders had scuttled into their compartment, the train left from the station.
"What to do next?" Sirius said. He seemed ready to hop around on the walls with excitement.
"Hard to believe it eh?" commented James. "We're finally going to Hogwarts."
Sirius's face lit up at the mention, brighter than before amazingly and he nearly singed, "Think of all the fun we're going to have! Pranks and fun and girls-"
"Sirius!" Remus cut him off, "Is that all you think about?"
"What, pranks or girls?"
"Girls," Remus sighed, "You aren't even nice to them."
"Of course I am! I mean, I gave them those flowers..." Sirius was about to name another thing but Remus pointed something out.
"The flowers were a prank. I very mean prank." Remus lectured.
"Oh, come on Remy," Sirius pleaded. He never got to finish because just at that moment the compartment door slid open.
"Any room here?" a small mousy boy's voice called.
"Sure," complied James, shrugging, "come on in." The boy who slipped in was short for an eleven year old. His features seemed rounded and small and he was chubby. His eyes were small and watery and his nose stuck out and up. His hair was a bland brown with a hint of grey. He had the feeling of an eight year old that needed to be protected. They guessed that was what made the Marauders befriend him later.
"I-I'm Peter Pettigrew," he squeaked. "Marauders?"
"Aye," grinned James. He had always been the one making friends with the smaller, frightened people. He had a lot of charity in him-not on the Quidditch Pitch. "James Potter here," James stuck out his hand. Peter took it and shook. James motioned to the other two. "That's Remus Lupin and that's Sirius Black. Watch out," he added, grinning again. Peter was shaking Sirius's hand and suddenly Peter turn hot pink.
"Nice new skin tone; where'd you get the tan?" Remus asked. They all grinned at Peter who squeaked again.
"I'm pink!" Before Sirius could make an unwanted comment, a person appeared. It was a girl. She had damp brown hair that reached four inches past her shoulders and blue eyes. Not necessarily beautiful, but not unattractive. She stared at Peter, eyebrows raised, and they all held their breaths. Then her face split into a smile and she laughed.
"Which one of you did this?" she asked, looking around the messy compartment. Sirius raised his hand. "It's so," she said through giggles, "so old! The oldest one in the book. When I saw you," she pointed to Sirius, "I thought you'd be more creative. The fireworks were." This was completely not what the Marauders expected. They gaped at her. "Of course, I might be the only one who plays crooked." Their brows knitted. What did she mean?
"Err, excuse me, could you, err, undo this."
She shrugged, "Sure." With a flick of her wand and a murmur the effects disappeared. "Can I stay here? There's no room anywhere else."
Sirius personally moved over. "There's room." She sat down. ~ A/N: I'm going to move in to this girl's POV now. I will feature her in a later fic and this is her introduction. Back to the story! ~ The boy she thought was Sirius Black moved over. "There's room," he said nonchalantly. Did he realize that there was more room on the other side? Maybe he meant that space for the pink kid. Well, whatever the case, she wasn't about to hurt the boy's feeling, so she sat.
From the train station's introduction, she had drawn conclusions about the boy. She decided he was funny, crazy, careless, and bold, had a mean- streak, and cared about looks on girls. Obviously not on boys looking a Peter, no offense. Peter just wasn't one of the types of boys most girls would dream about at night. Sirius, Remus, and James were more those types. Remus was a one for people who like quiet boys. Next, James for those who like popular. Lastly, Sirius was for those who like bold and funny guys.
"Oh, my name's Lini Shanks" The last type had been the type for Lini. She was quite quiet herself, though it didn't seem that way sometimes, and consequentially, she liked the opposite type. However, like many young boys, Sirius had started wrong and become shallow. He cared more about looks than personality. Well, she was used to it; her school in America had been full of it. Lini knew she wasn't the best looking girl around. She had only gotten five flowers herself and saw the haughty blonde snob get ten. The blonde girl reminded Lini of Legally Blonde, and sometimes she found herself thinking she heard her say, "One mall, two parties? I love this town." [At least that's what I remembered from the movie. Am I right? Forgive my memory and I mean no offense to blondes.] They made Lini sick. In her old school she called them preps. Every once in a while you could find preps who were nice or ok.
Lini had had friends at her old school. She still missed them. Lini found it hard to make friends though. Most times she could talk to boys normally, and would be their friend if they were her type of friend. At home she holed herself up with fantasy books. Lini wrote often to her best friend over there and on the twenty-fourth of April they had a friend reunion. The day was exactly between their birthdays. At ten, Lini and her mom and step dad had moved to London for no reason. Until she got her letter of course. Hogwarts was a better school and her mom had always wanted the best. As for her step dad, well, grunting was his best skill. And stomping of course. He still had some good sides; housework for one.
"Nice to meet ya, Lini. I'm Sirius Black." Sirius held out his hand.
Lini stuck her foot in it. She jiggled her foot and took it out. Sirius stared at her. "Hallo Curly." He stared at her some more. She giggled. When looking upon her shoe, she found the white shoe had blue polka dots. "My favorite color!" she cried. The other shoe she changed to a blue shoe and white polka dot.
"Sirius finally found his match in craziness," muttered James.
Lini glanced at him. Her eyes hardened and the room grew instantly quiet. They harbored stillness like death. They meant serious business. "I can be calm," the light grew back as she added, "Moe, you just haven't seen me at school. I imagine Larry is good too though," she added, looking at Remus.
"What are those nicknames?" Peter asked, actually talking (!).
Lini's mouth was a little wide. "The Three Stooges, of course!" Sirius, Peter, Remus, and James looked at each other; none of them had known.
"Is that foreign?" Peter had asked the question in all their heads.
"American, like me. My family moved last year. So that I would go to Hogwarts in fact. My mom exiled herself. Don't ask why."
Time passed on and they talked; mostly Sirius and Lini. Anytime Sirius, known as Curly, would try and flirt, Lini squashed his hopes. Only Remus, or Larry, understood what was happening; Lini was purposely trying to be hard to get. Larry wanted to know what she was doing. Maybe someday. The train pulled into the station.
Disclaimer: Uh, I own nothing.
A/N: Thank you Musicizdbest, kitty, and Zoe Lefebvre for your reviews. All reviews are appreciated. Feel free to tell me something I might improve on or I spelled wrong, etc. I could use your input. Once again, thank you.
Second chapter in which Sirius meets a girl on the train.
About ten or so minutes after the Marauders had scuttled into their compartment, the train left from the station.
"What to do next?" Sirius said. He seemed ready to hop around on the walls with excitement.
"Hard to believe it eh?" commented James. "We're finally going to Hogwarts."
Sirius's face lit up at the mention, brighter than before amazingly and he nearly singed, "Think of all the fun we're going to have! Pranks and fun and girls-"
"Sirius!" Remus cut him off, "Is that all you think about?"
"What, pranks or girls?"
"Girls," Remus sighed, "You aren't even nice to them."
"Of course I am! I mean, I gave them those flowers..." Sirius was about to name another thing but Remus pointed something out.
"The flowers were a prank. I very mean prank." Remus lectured.
"Oh, come on Remy," Sirius pleaded. He never got to finish because just at that moment the compartment door slid open.
"Any room here?" a small mousy boy's voice called.
"Sure," complied James, shrugging, "come on in." The boy who slipped in was short for an eleven year old. His features seemed rounded and small and he was chubby. His eyes were small and watery and his nose stuck out and up. His hair was a bland brown with a hint of grey. He had the feeling of an eight year old that needed to be protected. They guessed that was what made the Marauders befriend him later.
"I-I'm Peter Pettigrew," he squeaked. "Marauders?"
"Aye," grinned James. He had always been the one making friends with the smaller, frightened people. He had a lot of charity in him-not on the Quidditch Pitch. "James Potter here," James stuck out his hand. Peter took it and shook. James motioned to the other two. "That's Remus Lupin and that's Sirius Black. Watch out," he added, grinning again. Peter was shaking Sirius's hand and suddenly Peter turn hot pink.
"Nice new skin tone; where'd you get the tan?" Remus asked. They all grinned at Peter who squeaked again.
"I'm pink!" Before Sirius could make an unwanted comment, a person appeared. It was a girl. She had damp brown hair that reached four inches past her shoulders and blue eyes. Not necessarily beautiful, but not unattractive. She stared at Peter, eyebrows raised, and they all held their breaths. Then her face split into a smile and she laughed.
"Which one of you did this?" she asked, looking around the messy compartment. Sirius raised his hand. "It's so," she said through giggles, "so old! The oldest one in the book. When I saw you," she pointed to Sirius, "I thought you'd be more creative. The fireworks were." This was completely not what the Marauders expected. They gaped at her. "Of course, I might be the only one who plays crooked." Their brows knitted. What did she mean?
"Err, excuse me, could you, err, undo this."
She shrugged, "Sure." With a flick of her wand and a murmur the effects disappeared. "Can I stay here? There's no room anywhere else."
Sirius personally moved over. "There's room." She sat down. ~ A/N: I'm going to move in to this girl's POV now. I will feature her in a later fic and this is her introduction. Back to the story! ~ The boy she thought was Sirius Black moved over. "There's room," he said nonchalantly. Did he realize that there was more room on the other side? Maybe he meant that space for the pink kid. Well, whatever the case, she wasn't about to hurt the boy's feeling, so she sat.
From the train station's introduction, she had drawn conclusions about the boy. She decided he was funny, crazy, careless, and bold, had a mean- streak, and cared about looks on girls. Obviously not on boys looking a Peter, no offense. Peter just wasn't one of the types of boys most girls would dream about at night. Sirius, Remus, and James were more those types. Remus was a one for people who like quiet boys. Next, James for those who like popular. Lastly, Sirius was for those who like bold and funny guys.
"Oh, my name's Lini Shanks" The last type had been the type for Lini. She was quite quiet herself, though it didn't seem that way sometimes, and consequentially, she liked the opposite type. However, like many young boys, Sirius had started wrong and become shallow. He cared more about looks than personality. Well, she was used to it; her school in America had been full of it. Lini knew she wasn't the best looking girl around. She had only gotten five flowers herself and saw the haughty blonde snob get ten. The blonde girl reminded Lini of Legally Blonde, and sometimes she found herself thinking she heard her say, "One mall, two parties? I love this town." [At least that's what I remembered from the movie. Am I right? Forgive my memory and I mean no offense to blondes.] They made Lini sick. In her old school she called them preps. Every once in a while you could find preps who were nice or ok.
Lini had had friends at her old school. She still missed them. Lini found it hard to make friends though. Most times she could talk to boys normally, and would be their friend if they were her type of friend. At home she holed herself up with fantasy books. Lini wrote often to her best friend over there and on the twenty-fourth of April they had a friend reunion. The day was exactly between their birthdays. At ten, Lini and her mom and step dad had moved to London for no reason. Until she got her letter of course. Hogwarts was a better school and her mom had always wanted the best. As for her step dad, well, grunting was his best skill. And stomping of course. He still had some good sides; housework for one.
"Nice to meet ya, Lini. I'm Sirius Black." Sirius held out his hand.
Lini stuck her foot in it. She jiggled her foot and took it out. Sirius stared at her. "Hallo Curly." He stared at her some more. She giggled. When looking upon her shoe, she found the white shoe had blue polka dots. "My favorite color!" she cried. The other shoe she changed to a blue shoe and white polka dot.
"Sirius finally found his match in craziness," muttered James.
Lini glanced at him. Her eyes hardened and the room grew instantly quiet. They harbored stillness like death. They meant serious business. "I can be calm," the light grew back as she added, "Moe, you just haven't seen me at school. I imagine Larry is good too though," she added, looking at Remus.
"What are those nicknames?" Peter asked, actually talking (!).
Lini's mouth was a little wide. "The Three Stooges, of course!" Sirius, Peter, Remus, and James looked at each other; none of them had known.
"Is that foreign?" Peter had asked the question in all their heads.
"American, like me. My family moved last year. So that I would go to Hogwarts in fact. My mom exiled herself. Don't ask why."
Time passed on and they talked; mostly Sirius and Lini. Anytime Sirius, known as Curly, would try and flirt, Lini squashed his hopes. Only Remus, or Larry, understood what was happening; Lini was purposely trying to be hard to get. Larry wanted to know what she was doing. Maybe someday. The train pulled into the station.