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Unfortunately I didn't write Sirius either because he belongs to J.K.
Rowling. Nothing really belongs to me, everybody else owns all these
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Chapter 3
Dumbledore peered out of his bedroom window. It was red tinted glass on one side and blue on the other. Giving the world either a hot or cold feel depending on the mood of the viewer. Today Albus looked out at a indigo silent world. He was dressed in a crimson dressing gown with forest green embroidery discreetly hiding his floral nightgown. Something was wrong. He was a light sleeper at the best of times, but this was the fourth time he had woken up already and he was worried about it. Had he been right in sending Sirius into a world they knew nothing about? At the best of times Americans worried him, muggles and wizards alike. Who knew -apart from Sirius- what they would be like.
A deep croaking noise like a frog impressing his girlfriend came from outside to his left. "Honestly," sighed the headmaster, wishing Flitwick would take some of those anti-snoring potions Severus had discreetly been leaving for him. Thoughts passing through his head like high speed trains in the underground. Albus reached for a handful of sherbet lemons and put them all in at once. Then a couple of liquorice wands and of course -he reached greedily- gummy bears. WHAM Silently he turned around and smiled with the look of someone is frequently interrupted in their sleep be slamming doors, and today it wasn't the students. "Well," he said calmly, "Care to join me" and Albus held out his packet of gummy bears to the visitor.
Sirius had spent the rest of his afternoon trying to find out everything he could. He had practically given up on secrets. If Xavier knew everything, (which he didn't) then there was no point keeping up pretences. He gave up after a while and lounged about the sitting room staring at all the students as if trying to guess their mutant powers. Some of the seeing that he was new to the state of affairs played tricks on him like leaping out of the air three feet above him. Afterwards they had regretted it though. He felt alone and lost in this world and longed for James and Lupin. Ahh, the fun they could have had in this place as kids. No, James was busy working on goodness knows what and Lupin.well Lupin had the werewolf thing to worry about. Did they have werewolves in this universe? pondered Sirius. He had discovered enough to understand that this lot were supposedly the 'good' ones and the other ones were the sort that even in broad daylight you wouldn't want to meet. The interesting x-men, such as Rogue, seemed to be out all day in that plane thing. Sirius walked briskly along the corridor deep in thought and walked straight into Storm. "I'm sorry," she said helping him, "I wasn't looking where I was going." "Neither was I," he agreed. "You must be pretty bored at the moment," then after a brief pause she added, "and confused. How about a trip out this evening. The x-men lot have been working very hard recently so we're planning a trip to Arizona for a night out in Phoenix. Fancy coming?" Sirius thought briefly of Fawkes sitting perched in Dumbledore's office, the words brought back the essence of home. "'Course." He practically skipped down the corridor, freedom! He could get of this claustrophobic zoo! He wasn't racist nor despised the mutants, but he couldn't stand being stuck in there for much longer. The baggy garments that Cyclops had lent him gave Sirius no confidence or added beauty. He sighed as he stared glumly into the pellucid windows of the jet, trying to catch some becoming feature of his. The vehicle was magnificent and he had stood in awe before being lead onwards into this giant beast. He'd certainly never gone to a party in something like this. He amused himself by imagining their reaction if he suggested the idea of wands or even flying carpets. Maybe they knew. The stupid Albus impersonator did, but had he told the others? "Are you planning on moping forever? If you want some better clothes we'll stop off and shop for you, but stop looking so damm pathetic," thus spoke the wisdom of Logan. "I was just looking out the window alright! Have you got a problem with that?" snarled Sirius. "What if I have?" question Logan his turquoise eye sparkly ferociously. "Guys!" cried Rogue, silencing them both, "Stop it. And Sirius, don't even bother starting Logan, he was fighting before you were born and knows his stuff." Sirius glared down from the bare knuckles to Rogues pale and beautiful face. He sighed and gave up, "I guess he's the expert then is he?" "Yeah. Ah reckon so," replied the man himself. Flashing a smile to Rogue he remembered their meeting place. "Reckon so," he repeated sadly.
A/N; Well that's the third chapter done. Not very good is it? I don't expect Wolverine is really like that all sad and upset about his fighting life, but I thought I'd just add it in. Why not? Having a bit more plans with this so now I assure you Moldie Voldie will come in soon, I just needed to build up to it. Do you like the bit with Dumbledore by the way?
Chapter 3
Dumbledore peered out of his bedroom window. It was red tinted glass on one side and blue on the other. Giving the world either a hot or cold feel depending on the mood of the viewer. Today Albus looked out at a indigo silent world. He was dressed in a crimson dressing gown with forest green embroidery discreetly hiding his floral nightgown. Something was wrong. He was a light sleeper at the best of times, but this was the fourth time he had woken up already and he was worried about it. Had he been right in sending Sirius into a world they knew nothing about? At the best of times Americans worried him, muggles and wizards alike. Who knew -apart from Sirius- what they would be like.
A deep croaking noise like a frog impressing his girlfriend came from outside to his left. "Honestly," sighed the headmaster, wishing Flitwick would take some of those anti-snoring potions Severus had discreetly been leaving for him. Thoughts passing through his head like high speed trains in the underground. Albus reached for a handful of sherbet lemons and put them all in at once. Then a couple of liquorice wands and of course -he reached greedily- gummy bears. WHAM Silently he turned around and smiled with the look of someone is frequently interrupted in their sleep be slamming doors, and today it wasn't the students. "Well," he said calmly, "Care to join me" and Albus held out his packet of gummy bears to the visitor.
Sirius had spent the rest of his afternoon trying to find out everything he could. He had practically given up on secrets. If Xavier knew everything, (which he didn't) then there was no point keeping up pretences. He gave up after a while and lounged about the sitting room staring at all the students as if trying to guess their mutant powers. Some of the seeing that he was new to the state of affairs played tricks on him like leaping out of the air three feet above him. Afterwards they had regretted it though. He felt alone and lost in this world and longed for James and Lupin. Ahh, the fun they could have had in this place as kids. No, James was busy working on goodness knows what and Lupin.well Lupin had the werewolf thing to worry about. Did they have werewolves in this universe? pondered Sirius. He had discovered enough to understand that this lot were supposedly the 'good' ones and the other ones were the sort that even in broad daylight you wouldn't want to meet. The interesting x-men, such as Rogue, seemed to be out all day in that plane thing. Sirius walked briskly along the corridor deep in thought and walked straight into Storm. "I'm sorry," she said helping him, "I wasn't looking where I was going." "Neither was I," he agreed. "You must be pretty bored at the moment," then after a brief pause she added, "and confused. How about a trip out this evening. The x-men lot have been working very hard recently so we're planning a trip to Arizona for a night out in Phoenix. Fancy coming?" Sirius thought briefly of Fawkes sitting perched in Dumbledore's office, the words brought back the essence of home. "'Course." He practically skipped down the corridor, freedom! He could get of this claustrophobic zoo! He wasn't racist nor despised the mutants, but he couldn't stand being stuck in there for much longer. The baggy garments that Cyclops had lent him gave Sirius no confidence or added beauty. He sighed as he stared glumly into the pellucid windows of the jet, trying to catch some becoming feature of his. The vehicle was magnificent and he had stood in awe before being lead onwards into this giant beast. He'd certainly never gone to a party in something like this. He amused himself by imagining their reaction if he suggested the idea of wands or even flying carpets. Maybe they knew. The stupid Albus impersonator did, but had he told the others? "Are you planning on moping forever? If you want some better clothes we'll stop off and shop for you, but stop looking so damm pathetic," thus spoke the wisdom of Logan. "I was just looking out the window alright! Have you got a problem with that?" snarled Sirius. "What if I have?" question Logan his turquoise eye sparkly ferociously. "Guys!" cried Rogue, silencing them both, "Stop it. And Sirius, don't even bother starting Logan, he was fighting before you were born and knows his stuff." Sirius glared down from the bare knuckles to Rogues pale and beautiful face. He sighed and gave up, "I guess he's the expert then is he?" "Yeah. Ah reckon so," replied the man himself. Flashing a smile to Rogue he remembered their meeting place. "Reckon so," he repeated sadly.
A/N; Well that's the third chapter done. Not very good is it? I don't expect Wolverine is really like that all sad and upset about his fighting life, but I thought I'd just add it in. Why not? Having a bit more plans with this so now I assure you Moldie Voldie will come in soon, I just needed to build up to it. Do you like the bit with Dumbledore by the way?