~ Additional Scenes #1: The Founding of the Marauders ReSorted ~
"Ta-da!"
"Uh...nice, Fang. It's an empty piece of parchment."
"Yes, that's what it LOOKS like, doesn't it Eire? Go ahead, Shriek. Tell them what it REALLY is."
"This, my friends...is an updated version of the infamous Marauders Map."
"No way! How'd you make it?"
"Erm, Whitetail, remember how Kat and I have been in touch with Harry Potter? He sent us the original."
"Ooohhh...excellent. Does it do the insult thing too?"
"Yup, and it's even with our own personalities." A wand was drawn from a sleeve, and tapped the parchment. "Troublemaking is our game."
*You got THAT right!* the map spelled out in bright silver ink, looking somewhat sloppy against the parchment.
*You really need to work on your handwriting, Shriek,* a fancy red scrawl appeared underneath it.
*It's not OUR fault you've got such great writing, Fang,* another personality joined in with black ink, the handwriting looking a bit neater than Shriek's, but nowhere near as perfect as Fang's.
*And as for the rest of us, Cloudmane, we don't care,* blue letters proclaimed.
*I think they want us to show them the map, Whitetail,* tan ink interrupted.
*Oh, fine, Eire,* the silver ink wrote. *Not to get all 'Prince of Egypt' on you, but...behold!* The writing vanished to reveal an incredibly detailed version of the Marauder's Map. Across the top, it read: MISSES SHRIEK, FANG, CLOUDMANE, WHITETAIL, AND EIRE - NEWLY-APPOINTED TROUBLEMAKERS AND PRANKSTERS, TERRORS OF HOGWARTS HALLS AND SLYTHERINS - ARE PROUD TO PRESENT THE MARAUDERS MAP: THE SEQUEL.
"So we're official Marauders now, huh?"
"We were before, Conners, or have you all forgotten our Animagus lessons so soon?"
"Hard to forget a bloody white crocodile taking up half the room, Ael."
"Hey, better a croc than a horse, I always say. Although...Kat, how come *you* got the cobra Animagus, and *Khense* got the bat?"
"Reverse stereotypes, my dear werewolf. Besides, *he* isn't a Marauder, so it doesn't matter."
"That reminds me. Aislin?"
"Yes, Chris?"
"I apologize for trying to eat you that one time. That's what dogs do to cats, right?"
"I guess so, but please try a little harder next time to refrain from chasing me around the castle. Else I'll tell a certain black panther to give me some vengeance."
"Oi, don't you be trying to steal my boyfriend, girlies!"
"Don't worry so much, Ael."
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~ Additional Scenes #2: Ael and Zelgadis, sittin' in a tree... ~
Zelgadis Greywers couldn't remember being more nervous in his entire life. Ael was looking at him somewhat suspiciously as he squirmed in his seat. "Zel? Is something wrong?"
"Um, no, everything's fine, thanks." No matter how hard he tried to keep it down, a blush kept rising to his cheeks. *Nothing except your very presence is driving me mad, but oh well.*
"...right." Another few minutes passed in silence, until she spoke again. "Zel?"
"YIPE! Er, what is it?"
"Are you SURE nothing's wrong?"
"Uh..." *Do or die, Zelgadis,* he told himself. "Ael, we're friends, right?"
"Yes..."
"We've known each other for almost five years now, hasn't it been? Do you consider me to...what I mean to say...the fact of the matter is...I think I'm in love with you." *Oh, THAT was real smooth, Greywers.*
Of course, he needn't worry too much, because her face lit up. "Oh, is that so?" He nodded, somewhat subdued by what her precieved to be a stupid and tactless mistake. "Well, good. Because I thought it was just me."
His head shot up. "Wha...you mean...you...you know...?"
She laughed, and tapped him on the nose. "Yes, I do...you know. So how about it, boyfriend?"
One thing was for sure: sixth year was going to be quite different.
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And that's it for now, folks. Join us next time, same batty time, same batty channel for the Sixth Year From Hell!
"Ta-da!"
"Uh...nice, Fang. It's an empty piece of parchment."
"Yes, that's what it LOOKS like, doesn't it Eire? Go ahead, Shriek. Tell them what it REALLY is."
"This, my friends...is an updated version of the infamous Marauders Map."
"No way! How'd you make it?"
"Erm, Whitetail, remember how Kat and I have been in touch with Harry Potter? He sent us the original."
"Ooohhh...excellent. Does it do the insult thing too?"
"Yup, and it's even with our own personalities." A wand was drawn from a sleeve, and tapped the parchment. "Troublemaking is our game."
*You got THAT right!* the map spelled out in bright silver ink, looking somewhat sloppy against the parchment.
*You really need to work on your handwriting, Shriek,* a fancy red scrawl appeared underneath it.
*It's not OUR fault you've got such great writing, Fang,* another personality joined in with black ink, the handwriting looking a bit neater than Shriek's, but nowhere near as perfect as Fang's.
*And as for the rest of us, Cloudmane, we don't care,* blue letters proclaimed.
*I think they want us to show them the map, Whitetail,* tan ink interrupted.
*Oh, fine, Eire,* the silver ink wrote. *Not to get all 'Prince of Egypt' on you, but...behold!* The writing vanished to reveal an incredibly detailed version of the Marauder's Map. Across the top, it read: MISSES SHRIEK, FANG, CLOUDMANE, WHITETAIL, AND EIRE - NEWLY-APPOINTED TROUBLEMAKERS AND PRANKSTERS, TERRORS OF HOGWARTS HALLS AND SLYTHERINS - ARE PROUD TO PRESENT THE MARAUDERS MAP: THE SEQUEL.
"So we're official Marauders now, huh?"
"We were before, Conners, or have you all forgotten our Animagus lessons so soon?"
"Hard to forget a bloody white crocodile taking up half the room, Ael."
"Hey, better a croc than a horse, I always say. Although...Kat, how come *you* got the cobra Animagus, and *Khense* got the bat?"
"Reverse stereotypes, my dear werewolf. Besides, *he* isn't a Marauder, so it doesn't matter."
"That reminds me. Aislin?"
"Yes, Chris?"
"I apologize for trying to eat you that one time. That's what dogs do to cats, right?"
"I guess so, but please try a little harder next time to refrain from chasing me around the castle. Else I'll tell a certain black panther to give me some vengeance."
"Oi, don't you be trying to steal my boyfriend, girlies!"
"Don't worry so much, Ael."
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~ Additional Scenes #2: Ael and Zelgadis, sittin' in a tree... ~
Zelgadis Greywers couldn't remember being more nervous in his entire life. Ael was looking at him somewhat suspiciously as he squirmed in his seat. "Zel? Is something wrong?"
"Um, no, everything's fine, thanks." No matter how hard he tried to keep it down, a blush kept rising to his cheeks. *Nothing except your very presence is driving me mad, but oh well.*
"...right." Another few minutes passed in silence, until she spoke again. "Zel?"
"YIPE! Er, what is it?"
"Are you SURE nothing's wrong?"
"Uh..." *Do or die, Zelgadis,* he told himself. "Ael, we're friends, right?"
"Yes..."
"We've known each other for almost five years now, hasn't it been? Do you consider me to...what I mean to say...the fact of the matter is...I think I'm in love with you." *Oh, THAT was real smooth, Greywers.*
Of course, he needn't worry too much, because her face lit up. "Oh, is that so?" He nodded, somewhat subdued by what her precieved to be a stupid and tactless mistake. "Well, good. Because I thought it was just me."
His head shot up. "Wha...you mean...you...you know...?"
She laughed, and tapped him on the nose. "Yes, I do...you know. So how about it, boyfriend?"
One thing was for sure: sixth year was going to be quite different.
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And that's it for now, folks. Join us next time, same batty time, same batty channel for the Sixth Year From Hell!