Is it going too fast? I sorry! (is not being sarcastic though it sounds like I am.) I was kinda modeling what's happening after what I've over heard from the people in my class, you miss a week of school, you miss everything. In fact, I never know what's going on so people are always like, "Remember the fight last week and the party last weekend? Who's house is this week's party going to be at?" Ok, I usually, make that never (I'm a social reject and proud of it,) so I don't know exactly what happens, but it's a lot so that's kinda what's happening.
Oh yea, why Li thinks the way she does will be explained later, I think I want to keep you guessing for a while. (And giving me ideas, cause mine is a bit lame, though ok.)
Hangovers, Records and Blowing up Things
Li woke up on that morning to the annoying alarm, just like any other, except today she woke up with a really back headache. She groaned and looked at the clock. It read eight. She cursed at it.
She dragged herself out of bed. And started to get dressed. She took out her hated corset. Well, it wasn't a corset in that it made her skinnier, but it looked like one so that's what she called it. It bound her chest. It was really uncomfortable, but it was annoying to have to wear the girl's uniform, so she put up with it. She didn't wear it when she wasn't wearing her uniform, baggy shirts hid her chest.
She finished the dressing process and staggered out into the hall. She went down six flights of stairs to the common room and then up six more to the boys' side. She knocked on the sixth year dorm door.
"Get up! You're going to late for class!" she yelled at her friends through the door.
"Go away! It's Saturday, there are no classes," a tired voice called back.
"What!?" Li beat her head against the door.
"Stop making such a racket, I have a headache," Lucius yelled.
"How much did you drink?"
"I lost count after the fourth bottle," he told her.
"I'm coming in and crashing," she announced.
"Just don't make so much noise." Li walked into the room. It was a disaster area in progress. If it was possible for something to be thrown across the floor, it was. Li walked to the nearest bed and plopped down.
"Hey! Watch it!" Severus moaned.
"I'm crashing, move over," Li told him.
"Why my bed?"
"Cause it's the closest to the door," Li said. Severus picked up his pillow and moved to Goyle's empty bed. Li pondered why he had done this, usually he told her to get off before giving up. She shrugged, too tired to ponder.
Hangovers were the order of the day in the Griffindor dorm as well. At ten, three very tired, very grouchy boys pulled themselves out of bed.
"Don't make so much noise," Sirius whispered.
"What did I do?" Peter asked.
"You're swallowing too loud, cut it out. And Remus, do you need to breathe so loudly?"
"You shouldn't be talking, you're speaking as if I'm on the other side of this blasted world," James complained.
"Will you both shut up?" Remus asked.
"Want the hangover potion?" Peter inquired innocently.
"What? We had it all the time and you withheld it?" Sirius yelled.
"For goodness sake, don't yell," James scolded him. James scowled at Peter and the rat boy took out the bottle of potion. Each of the three hungover boys took a sleep.
"May whoever's up there bless this stuff," Sirius said.
"Amen," Remus agreed.
"Who's up for using those fireworks we bought last Hogsmeade trip?" Sirius asked. The other boys shrugged and made their way outside and toward the forest.
"Anyone got a lighter?" James asked.
"All I gots a zippo," Sirius told him.
"Perfect, over the summer, I perfected how to blow up one of these babies. You kinda unscrew the cap and do this," James demonstrated. The lighted started to give off steam. "The trick is not to hold your hands to close, I did that once, burned my hands." All of the other boys tried it out.
"So what are we doing with those fireworks?" Peter asked.
"Ever wonder what a blown up skunk cabbage looks like?" Sirius asked wickedly.
"Doesn't everyone?" Remus replied sarcastically.
"That's what I was thinking. Anyway, we put the firework into the middle, pointing down of course."
"Of course," James repeated.
"And then light the other side." Sirius stuck a firework into the nearest one and lit it. The boys moved back a few paces and waited. The skunk cabbage exploded.
"That was smelly," Remus commented.
"Ok, it's been a year, so let's see if anything has changed," Sirius told them taking out a checklist.
"Do we have to do this?" Peter whined.
"It's the tenth of October, we always do this on the tenth of October," Sirius scolded him. "Ok, how many have you made it?"
"What?" Peter asked.
"Do we have to explain this every year?" James asked. "He means to which base and Sirius, it's really lame that you write all this down."
"So how far?" Sirius inquired.
"Second," Remus told them.
"Third," James said solemnly.
"What's first?" Peter asked.
"Kissing," James informed him.
"Then I've almost made it there," Peter said proudly. The others just shook their heads.
"Sirius?" James asked.
"I made it home last year," Sirius exclaimed.
"How many times?"
"Just once," Sirius said. "So how many girls did you date last year and what was the longest?"
"Why can't you just record this during the year?" Remus asked.
"Cause it's better this way," Sirius replied.
"One, for one date," Peter said. Sirius wrote it down.
"Five," Remus told them. "The longest was Kim, six months."
"Mine is thirty, longest was with Penny Harold I believe her name was. It lasted for a month," James said.
"Mine was forty-two (It's the answer! Sorry, Hitchhikers Guide moment,) and the longest was with, with I forgot who. I think it was Iris Geller and we lasted two weeks," Sirius put in. "Peter, you now have a new record in everything. Remus, you have a new record for longest relationship. James, you beat your scores for both longest relationship and number of girls dated. You both maintained the record for how far you went. I beat my record for how far I got. We did good last year."
"We did well," Remus corrected him.
"That we did," Sirius agreed. James and Remus shook their heads.
A/N Um, yea, Ok. Anyway, the last part is based on a conversation I over heard. The conversations of sixteen-year-old boys can't be TOO much different from that of fourteen year old ones.
