Author's notes: Hey! Thanx to The Jedi Wizard Hobbit, Diva937, Bell,
WerewolfIncoginto (sry if I spelled that wrong) you've kept my moral up by
reviewing; please keep doing so.
The Jedi Wizard Hobbit: I'm not really sure. I think it's going to depend on how many different adventures happen before the end. BTW, I love your penname.
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"Did you go to college?" Amelie asked.
"I did," Remus said. "He didn't." He pointed to Sirius.
"So, you studied to be a cook?" she asked.
"No. I only just thought of this a two years ago. I wasn't doing well working for other people, so I decided to work for myself. So I combined *that* idea along with the fact that I'm a choco-holic, and got this," Remus said, smiling.
"You wouldn't believe what he *did* study," Sirius said.
"Well, at first I wanted to be a historian. But that class was boring, so then I studied astrology, which ended up being too hard. I got out of college with a bachelor's degree in biology and a license to take care of special animals," Remus said.
"What kind of animals?" Amelie asked, more interested than she had been when she first asked the college question.
"Special." Was all Remus answered.
Amelei gave a small pout.
"He can take in wolves," Sirius said. "And--"
"Nobody asked you," Remus snapped.
"And?" Amelie asked.
"And fish," Sirius whispered back. "And maybe a hamster."
Amelie laughed. "No, really?"
"Maybe I'll tell you someday," Remus said. "And it is true, I have a license that permits me to own wolves. And other animals---not including fish and a hamster."
"Upstairs he has a mouse named Mr. Jingles," Sirius said. "I named him. From that book by Stephen King."
"Oh really? Can I see him?" She asked.
Sirius ran upstairs, with Remus yelling behind him: "If Mrs. Stienwick sees him and calls the health inspector, you're dead meat!"
"Don't worry," Sirius said, coming back into the main store. A white head poked out of his hands, sniffing curiously.
"He's not the same colour as Mr. Jingles," Amelie said.
"Don't get too picky," Sirius laughed. "He's really smart. He can find me no matter what." He placed the white mouse on the table. Amelie couldn't help but notice that it was ver fat.
"He only wants to find you because you feed him so much," Remus said, shaking his head. "He's lucky I don't own a snake."
"That's mean!" Amelie said, giving the mouse a small stroke.
"I'm not saying I'd feed him to the snake," Remus said, looking at Amelie like she was crazy. "I'm just saying that the snake would look at him like I would a feast."
"I think he's adorable," Amelie said, as Mr. Jingles climbed onto her hand. "Have you actually ever *owned* a wolf?"
"No," Remus sighed. "I wish I had."
"Every once and a while Remus feels the call of the wild," Sirius said. When Remus gave a small smile, Sirius started to howl. Remus told him to stop it, he'd scare away all the rest of the customers.
"But, my dear Moony, there are no other customers," Sirius said, smiling at the name.
"But there is! Right behind you," Remus said. Sirius snapped around, but the store was empty. Remus laughed. "You were always such a sucker."
Sirius scowled at the joke. "What have I ever done to deserve that."
"Well, let's just say you weren't the nicest of people in school," Remus said.
"What do you mean?" Amelie asked.
"He was a juvenille delinquint," Remus said.
"I was not, I was a marauder. Besides, I made up for all those years when I was in prison," Sirius said. Amelie saw that Sirius was starting to get sad. Apparently so did Remus, because he started trying to lighten up the mood.
"Is Harry coming home for Christmas?" he asked.
"Jeez, Remus. It's still September," Sirius said. "Let's wait till at least winter to find that out."
"I better get back. I have homework," Amelie said.
But that visit, as light as the conversation had been, had given her a lot to think about. She was sure she had heard the title 'Marauder' before, and the name "Mr. Moony", but couldn't place where. And what did Sirius mean by "Remus feels the call of the wild"? Maybe it was what it had seemed, just a joke. And maybe, just maybe she was looking at things too hard.
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Notes: Again, thanks to those who reveiwed.
The Jedi Wizard Hobbit: I'm not really sure. I think it's going to depend on how many different adventures happen before the end. BTW, I love your penname.
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"Did you go to college?" Amelie asked.
"I did," Remus said. "He didn't." He pointed to Sirius.
"So, you studied to be a cook?" she asked.
"No. I only just thought of this a two years ago. I wasn't doing well working for other people, so I decided to work for myself. So I combined *that* idea along with the fact that I'm a choco-holic, and got this," Remus said, smiling.
"You wouldn't believe what he *did* study," Sirius said.
"Well, at first I wanted to be a historian. But that class was boring, so then I studied astrology, which ended up being too hard. I got out of college with a bachelor's degree in biology and a license to take care of special animals," Remus said.
"What kind of animals?" Amelie asked, more interested than she had been when she first asked the college question.
"Special." Was all Remus answered.
Amelei gave a small pout.
"He can take in wolves," Sirius said. "And--"
"Nobody asked you," Remus snapped.
"And?" Amelie asked.
"And fish," Sirius whispered back. "And maybe a hamster."
Amelie laughed. "No, really?"
"Maybe I'll tell you someday," Remus said. "And it is true, I have a license that permits me to own wolves. And other animals---not including fish and a hamster."
"Upstairs he has a mouse named Mr. Jingles," Sirius said. "I named him. From that book by Stephen King."
"Oh really? Can I see him?" She asked.
Sirius ran upstairs, with Remus yelling behind him: "If Mrs. Stienwick sees him and calls the health inspector, you're dead meat!"
"Don't worry," Sirius said, coming back into the main store. A white head poked out of his hands, sniffing curiously.
"He's not the same colour as Mr. Jingles," Amelie said.
"Don't get too picky," Sirius laughed. "He's really smart. He can find me no matter what." He placed the white mouse on the table. Amelie couldn't help but notice that it was ver fat.
"He only wants to find you because you feed him so much," Remus said, shaking his head. "He's lucky I don't own a snake."
"That's mean!" Amelie said, giving the mouse a small stroke.
"I'm not saying I'd feed him to the snake," Remus said, looking at Amelie like she was crazy. "I'm just saying that the snake would look at him like I would a feast."
"I think he's adorable," Amelie said, as Mr. Jingles climbed onto her hand. "Have you actually ever *owned* a wolf?"
"No," Remus sighed. "I wish I had."
"Every once and a while Remus feels the call of the wild," Sirius said. When Remus gave a small smile, Sirius started to howl. Remus told him to stop it, he'd scare away all the rest of the customers.
"But, my dear Moony, there are no other customers," Sirius said, smiling at the name.
"But there is! Right behind you," Remus said. Sirius snapped around, but the store was empty. Remus laughed. "You were always such a sucker."
Sirius scowled at the joke. "What have I ever done to deserve that."
"Well, let's just say you weren't the nicest of people in school," Remus said.
"What do you mean?" Amelie asked.
"He was a juvenille delinquint," Remus said.
"I was not, I was a marauder. Besides, I made up for all those years when I was in prison," Sirius said. Amelie saw that Sirius was starting to get sad. Apparently so did Remus, because he started trying to lighten up the mood.
"Is Harry coming home for Christmas?" he asked.
"Jeez, Remus. It's still September," Sirius said. "Let's wait till at least winter to find that out."
"I better get back. I have homework," Amelie said.
But that visit, as light as the conversation had been, had given her a lot to think about. She was sure she had heard the title 'Marauder' before, and the name "Mr. Moony", but couldn't place where. And what did Sirius mean by "Remus feels the call of the wild"? Maybe it was what it had seemed, just a joke. And maybe, just maybe she was looking at things too hard.
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Notes: Again, thanks to those who reveiwed.