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Sirius Black and ???- Chapter 11
Peter hung back, by the door in the Potter's tent, as James rummaged through his bag. He was telling Sirius what kind of new product Zonko's had just put out. Remus was outside talking to Mrs. Potter about the game later that evening. James finally pulled out a bag of goodies and the three stole out of the tent.
"Yes, I am fully on England's side. Williams is a good Chaser." They heard Remus chatting away.
"Oi! Remus! Come on!" James shouted. They heard Remus politely excusing himself, wishing Mrs. Potter a wonderful morning, before joining them.
"Come on. We're going to sort through our possessions and see what kind of mischief we can make." Remus couldn't help feeling a flutter of nerves at the look on James and Sirius' faces. They jogged enthusiastically off to a spot with privacy, with Peter following reluctantly. Before they reached their destination, however, they were intercepted by two females.
"Sam! Lil'!" Sirius cried, skidding to a halt as the girls stepped in their path. Remus greeted the familiar newcomers with a smile. Peter, always shy around girls, stood behind Remus, shuffling his feet silently. James stammered a greeting and Sirius responded with a huge smile and a loud, "Hey you guys! We wondered when we would see you today!" Sam turned resolutely to James.
"Still feeling disloyal to England, James? Or have you found faith in your team?" James grinned at Sam, who was glowering at him.
"I'm still rooting for England, Sam! I just don't know if they can pull it off!" The glare he got was priceless. Before Sam could open her mouth to bite James's head off, however, Remus excused his friend's remark.
"Don't worry, Sam. James is in full support of England, whether they win or lose. However, he does recognise the trials our team has to face in order to beat the German's. James would rather die than support any team other than England. You have nothing to fear." James laughed at Remus' attempt to keep peace. He knew Sam would never let his comments against England's team go. No matter what calm, rational Remus had to say.
"Well, if he didn't mean it, why did he say it?" She demanded, putting her fists on her hips and jutting her chin defiantly. Lily quickly stepped between Sam and James and changed the subject.
"What are you guys doing?" Sirius answered on behalf of the foursome as he was the best at coming up with excuses. Excuses, or lies as Remus called them.
"Just for a walk. You know, pre-game stress relief." He shot the girls a winning smile.
"Sirius, you could never get rid of your stress by going for a walk. You have the type of personality that demands action at all times. You, Sirius, are more likely to be on your way to make some mischief than for an innocent walk." His smile slipped at Sam's blatant response.
"But, Sam! The others! You know James! He gets so worked up before a game, and we all know Peter collapses under pressure! Remus," here Sirius stopped, knowing his gentle friend was the best at handling pressure than even him, "well, good ol' Remus is accompanying us so as to make sure we do NOT try to erase our anxiety with pranks." He did his best to look sincere and the girls turned to Remus who stared blankly. He slowly nodded, which was good enough for the girls, who believed anything Remus had to say since he lied so seldom.
To Sirius and James's (and even Remus') disappointment Lily and Sam followed them on their 'walk'. It wasn't until Lily's mother called the girls back to the tent for lunch, that the four friends were able to escape to their own amusements. James some things to say regarding the time left to them. The party was to be back at the Blacks' tent by four o'clock to eat and get ready so only four hours was available to them.
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Remus stole across a large field, looking for a bright purple tent. As he frowned over the sea of tents, he noticed a flashing yellow colour about eye level to his right. Remus reacted quickly and dove behind a brown tent. That is, if you could call it a tent. It was on the lesser end of a tent, than the upper part. Whereas many wizards had used magic, this family had done it the way they had been instructed; to set up like Muggles. Unfortunately, it may have been better if they HAD used magic. Their tent was no more than a tarp stretched over a rope, tied to two small trees. It raised only about three metres off the ground.
Remus peared over the top of this tent's peak at the character leaving a tall, neatly decorated one. Remus had to stifle a laugh as Humurus stalked out grumpily, his hair now flaming pink. Where his cousin was, Remus had no idea. All he knew was that he needed to watch his step; Humurus and Mike would be out for revenge, and Remus knew he, himself, was on the list as he took part in the joke. After the furious Black passed, Remus continued his search. Upon finding the vibrantly painted tent, he took out his wand and shot three purple sparks in the air. His signal was soon responded to with four orange ones on the distant left, to almost the other field, then two puffs of smoke from directly ahead of the purple tent, at the base of a hill. Remus turned to the purple tent, took a deep breath, cast a quick look around him, assessing crowd size (minimal), then took something out of his robes, concealing it as he squatted behind the purple tent and its neighbour.
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Well? This isn't the best writing I have ever done. This whole story, I mean. I'm not meaning this to be serious. In fact, this is my 'Lazy-Story'. For the days I feel like writing, but do not want to concentrate on giving it my complete and utter-all. This is my 'in between' story. I'm in between two stories. Just finished one and now waiting to start one. So, yeah, this is just meant to be a bit of a relief when I feel bored, in a writing mood, in a bad mood, or just don't feel like doing anything else.
Thanks for your time. Reviews GREATLY APPRECIATED!
Sirius Black and ???- Chapter 11
Peter hung back, by the door in the Potter's tent, as James rummaged through his bag. He was telling Sirius what kind of new product Zonko's had just put out. Remus was outside talking to Mrs. Potter about the game later that evening. James finally pulled out a bag of goodies and the three stole out of the tent.
"Yes, I am fully on England's side. Williams is a good Chaser." They heard Remus chatting away.
"Oi! Remus! Come on!" James shouted. They heard Remus politely excusing himself, wishing Mrs. Potter a wonderful morning, before joining them.
"Come on. We're going to sort through our possessions and see what kind of mischief we can make." Remus couldn't help feeling a flutter of nerves at the look on James and Sirius' faces. They jogged enthusiastically off to a spot with privacy, with Peter following reluctantly. Before they reached their destination, however, they were intercepted by two females.
"Sam! Lil'!" Sirius cried, skidding to a halt as the girls stepped in their path. Remus greeted the familiar newcomers with a smile. Peter, always shy around girls, stood behind Remus, shuffling his feet silently. James stammered a greeting and Sirius responded with a huge smile and a loud, "Hey you guys! We wondered when we would see you today!" Sam turned resolutely to James.
"Still feeling disloyal to England, James? Or have you found faith in your team?" James grinned at Sam, who was glowering at him.
"I'm still rooting for England, Sam! I just don't know if they can pull it off!" The glare he got was priceless. Before Sam could open her mouth to bite James's head off, however, Remus excused his friend's remark.
"Don't worry, Sam. James is in full support of England, whether they win or lose. However, he does recognise the trials our team has to face in order to beat the German's. James would rather die than support any team other than England. You have nothing to fear." James laughed at Remus' attempt to keep peace. He knew Sam would never let his comments against England's team go. No matter what calm, rational Remus had to say.
"Well, if he didn't mean it, why did he say it?" She demanded, putting her fists on her hips and jutting her chin defiantly. Lily quickly stepped between Sam and James and changed the subject.
"What are you guys doing?" Sirius answered on behalf of the foursome as he was the best at coming up with excuses. Excuses, or lies as Remus called them.
"Just for a walk. You know, pre-game stress relief." He shot the girls a winning smile.
"Sirius, you could never get rid of your stress by going for a walk. You have the type of personality that demands action at all times. You, Sirius, are more likely to be on your way to make some mischief than for an innocent walk." His smile slipped at Sam's blatant response.
"But, Sam! The others! You know James! He gets so worked up before a game, and we all know Peter collapses under pressure! Remus," here Sirius stopped, knowing his gentle friend was the best at handling pressure than even him, "well, good ol' Remus is accompanying us so as to make sure we do NOT try to erase our anxiety with pranks." He did his best to look sincere and the girls turned to Remus who stared blankly. He slowly nodded, which was good enough for the girls, who believed anything Remus had to say since he lied so seldom.
To Sirius and James's (and even Remus') disappointment Lily and Sam followed them on their 'walk'. It wasn't until Lily's mother called the girls back to the tent for lunch, that the four friends were able to escape to their own amusements. James some things to say regarding the time left to them. The party was to be back at the Blacks' tent by four o'clock to eat and get ready so only four hours was available to them.
* * *
Remus stole across a large field, looking for a bright purple tent. As he frowned over the sea of tents, he noticed a flashing yellow colour about eye level to his right. Remus reacted quickly and dove behind a brown tent. That is, if you could call it a tent. It was on the lesser end of a tent, than the upper part. Whereas many wizards had used magic, this family had done it the way they had been instructed; to set up like Muggles. Unfortunately, it may have been better if they HAD used magic. Their tent was no more than a tarp stretched over a rope, tied to two small trees. It raised only about three metres off the ground.
Remus peared over the top of this tent's peak at the character leaving a tall, neatly decorated one. Remus had to stifle a laugh as Humurus stalked out grumpily, his hair now flaming pink. Where his cousin was, Remus had no idea. All he knew was that he needed to watch his step; Humurus and Mike would be out for revenge, and Remus knew he, himself, was on the list as he took part in the joke. After the furious Black passed, Remus continued his search. Upon finding the vibrantly painted tent, he took out his wand and shot three purple sparks in the air. His signal was soon responded to with four orange ones on the distant left, to almost the other field, then two puffs of smoke from directly ahead of the purple tent, at the base of a hill. Remus turned to the purple tent, took a deep breath, cast a quick look around him, assessing crowd size (minimal), then took something out of his robes, concealing it as he squatted behind the purple tent and its neighbour.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well? This isn't the best writing I have ever done. This whole story, I mean. I'm not meaning this to be serious. In fact, this is my 'Lazy-Story'. For the days I feel like writing, but do not want to concentrate on giving it my complete and utter-all. This is my 'in between' story. I'm in between two stories. Just finished one and now waiting to start one. So, yeah, this is just meant to be a bit of a relief when I feel bored, in a writing mood, in a bad mood, or just don't feel like doing anything else.
Thanks for your time. Reviews GREATLY APPRECIATED!