Part 10-
"Why are guys so difficult?" Megan asked in a lull during a conversation with the boys. James cocked his head and looked at her with a confused expression.
"We're difficult?"
"Disgustingly!"
"How are we difficult? " James asked. "If I were to call you fat right now you'd hate me forever. But, if I were to say you looked good right now, you'd be offended."
"If you said I looked good right now, I would vomit." She said and turned to Sirius.
"Ew, that'd be disgusting." He said and shuddered.
"Fuck you, Sirius." James shot at him.
"Trust me, James, it would be nasty." He said and continued playing Solitaire.
"Have you ever kissed a Malfoy?" Megan asked, changing the subject, but only on the surface, for this was very related to what she had just asked.
"Can't say that I have..." Peter said, his voice trailing off.
"Negative." Sirius answered promptly.
"Well, there was that one time-"
"Is this another lie, Darryl?" Megan asked.
"What? I don't lie!" He answered quickly.
"Yeah, well," Megan said turning away from Darryl. "I have. It was," Megan stopped talking and thought to herself. 'I'm never going to see these guys again, well as their future selves, but they won't know it's me.' So she resolved to tell them her exact thoughts. "It was fantastic. I enjoyed it thoroughly. And you know why? Because I like Radcliffe Malfoy."
"Who's Radcliffe Malfoy?" Reumus asked.
"Well, in your time, there's Lucius Malfoy-"
"Malfoy reproduced!" James asked and jumped up off the floor. "Now, I'M going to vomit!" He said.
"Cliffe isn't Lucius' son." Megan corrected him. "It's his grandson."
"So, Malfoy reproduced, and then another one reproduced! How disturbing." James shook all over.
"Yup, that's how it went down. But, anyways, this feels good to talk about. I've only told Louie, and I can't talk to him that much about it, even though he's my best friend, because he's all 'UGH! My brother!'" Megan reenacted a conversation between the two friend for them.
"Wait, first of all, you have a crush on a Malfoy," Remus asked. Megan concurred silently. "then, you're best friends with this Malfoy's brother?"
"Not exactly, Louie was my friend before I liked Cliffe." She corrected.
"I am ashamed to know you." He said and shook his head.
"Oh vomit on you." She said and stuck to fingers in her mouth, pretending to throw up. Megan pulled back the bedspread on Remus' bed (it was his turn to let her sleep there) and plucked the fountain pen off the bedside table. Underneath the bedspread were the letters carved into the bedpost 'Megan Was Her' she began digging into the wood with the pen to finish the 'e' on the last word.
"What the hell are you doing to my bed!?" Reumus shouted and ran to her. She looked up as he had a hold of her fist.
"Well, what do you expect me to do all day? I've already cleaned this place up twice, and I've only been here three days!" She exclaimed and tore her hand away. She went back to carving her message with exasperation.
"Nobody's in the tower during classes while you're here. Why don't you take a look around, see how different it is from your time." Peter offered.
"Yeah, in our time we have a giant penguin for a house mascot." David said. His brother punched his arm.
"Are you that dense?" Darryl said. "She's not going to believe the Gryffindors were Penguins!" He turned to Megan and his tone changed instantly. "We're turtles. Massive, powerful turtles." A fight ensued between the two boys and the rest of the room watched with anticipation, losing count at who was who. Darryl and David, being identical in everyway, were very violent in their scrimmaging and Megan watched, punching the air with silent tips. 'Right hook.' She thought at Darryl. 'RIGHT HOOK! Damn liars...'
The next day, at supper, a pack of Gryffindor girls bombarded the Marauders at dinner. Lily Evans, Margaret Thompson, Wilma Valentine and Tonya Levvins came to them and threw empty make-up bags at their equally empty plates.
"Where is it?" Tonya asked and shoved the Sirius' back.
"Where is what?" He asked and shoved her back.
"You say it like you don't know." She squinted her dark brown eyes at him.
"I don't." He argued.
"I suppose you're all going to play stupid?" Margaret asked and crossed her thick arms.
"What are you going on about?" James asked and picked up the make up bag. He looked up at Lily and she glared out him. He didn't like it when she glared at him.
"You all have stolen our make up." She declared and shot them evil glances.
"No we didn't." Peter said meekly.
"What good would it do us to steal your make-up?" Reumus asked.
"Hell if I know, but we're going to find out and get our make-up back. When we do, we're telling Dumbledore." Margaret huffed.
"What! We didn't steal any make-up! Why would you think we did?" James gawked.
"Because you four are the Marauders, and you maraud. You steal things, it's what you do." Wilma said quietly.
"We aren't thieves." James defended their group.
"Oh, and how about every one of Snape's right shoes?" Wilma asked.
"That, that wasn't us!" Peter argued.
"Yes it was, because I helped you come up with it, stupid." Margret said and shoved him into the table.
"Look, we don't steal things from people we like. We like you guys." James said.
"Find our make-up, James Potter."
"Alright I will, Lily Evans." James replied mockingly.
"Fuck you." Margaret said and the group turned away and went down to the other end of the Gryffindor table.
"What goes on with that?" Sirius asked.
"I have no idea, but Holey Moley, Lily can sure look like a mean bitch." Reumus said and scooped up some peas.
"Don't say that." James got defensive and his eyes involuntarily went down to the four girls sitting down. He looked down at his plate and the vinyl, orange bag with flecks of brown eye shadow crunched into the lining. He sighed and looked back over at them. Sirius flicked a pea at him and the rest of the boys chuckled. "What the hell!" James shouted and looked at him.
"I was influenced by Megan's mashed potato disaster story." He said and took a bite of his roll.
"That was a good story." Peter agreed and tipped some salt on his chicken, which of course had the lid unscrewed a little bit and all the salt came down on the piece of chicken. "Assholes." He murmured as they laughed at him.
***
In the Sixth year boys dormitory in the year 2018, Matt Potter was sitting in his bed, working on a last minute Charms assignment. As a nervous tick, he swung his leg off the side of his bed. And as Matt got more and more nervous, his leg swung faster and faster, until eventually the sheet dangling off the neighboring bed was fluttering in the air. Out of his peripheral vision he saw something in the deep, rich, wooden bedpost that hadn't been there before as far as he had known. He turned his head and saw a weathered etching into the wood.
'Megan was here.' He saw and a few of his sister's trademark doodles on the bedpost. His head shot straight up and he looked at Pete Zahut, sleeping on his bed, reading a book. He glared at him and picked up the quaffle from his bedside table then tossed it at the book, knocking it out of his hands. Pete sat up and looked at Matt angrily, his blonde hair, covering his eyes.
"Asshole! What'd you do that for?" He asked and picked up the quaffle off the floor and chucked it at Matt who caught it.
"When the hell was Megan there?" He asked and pointed to the graffiti. Pete looked down and gasped as he felt the carving under his fingertips.
"She's never even been in here!" He said. "I swear to God, Matt."
"Then where'd that come from?" He asked suspiciously.
"I don't know!" He said. "It looks kind of old." Pete said as he surveyed the marking.
"Kind of looks as old as the markings on the trunks." Matt said and then looked down at his trunk which had an old carving of a deer on it.
"Kind of." Pete mimicked Matt. "You know, you're right." He ran his fingers across the carving in the bed and looked at Matt's trunk, handed down to him from his grandfather.
"You're sure Megan was never, um, here." He said, not really wanting to hear the answer.
"I think I'd know." Pete said with a smile, making sure not to look at Matt.
"Shut up, man, that's disgusting." Matt shuddered.
"Sorry." Pete said and looked at the quaffle, still in Matt's fist. "Was that there before?" He asked.
"No, no it wasn't. I would have remembered that. I just find that odd."
"It is odd. Maybe we should show a teacher." Pete said, Matt shook his head.
"No teacher is going to think anything of it. The teachers will just think it's two people who love and miss Megan grasping to strands of her existence."
"That was really deep, Matt." Pete commended him and Matt smiled at himself.
"It was, wasn't it?"
{A/N: Bad ending? I think it was, I haven't even read this last part to Mal. Hardy Har, so maniacally evil. Well, other then that crappy ending, I hope you enjoyed this installment. Mucho Love to all da reviewers (you're on my telepathic Christmas/Ramadan/Kwanzaa/Hanukah/any other holiday in the month of December where you get presents, but you won't really get any but you would if I knew you because you reviewed our story- list, hehehe) Well, au revoir! -Ash and Mal}
"Why are guys so difficult?" Megan asked in a lull during a conversation with the boys. James cocked his head and looked at her with a confused expression.
"We're difficult?"
"Disgustingly!"
"How are we difficult? " James asked. "If I were to call you fat right now you'd hate me forever. But, if I were to say you looked good right now, you'd be offended."
"If you said I looked good right now, I would vomit." She said and turned to Sirius.
"Ew, that'd be disgusting." He said and shuddered.
"Fuck you, Sirius." James shot at him.
"Trust me, James, it would be nasty." He said and continued playing Solitaire.
"Have you ever kissed a Malfoy?" Megan asked, changing the subject, but only on the surface, for this was very related to what she had just asked.
"Can't say that I have..." Peter said, his voice trailing off.
"Negative." Sirius answered promptly.
"Well, there was that one time-"
"Is this another lie, Darryl?" Megan asked.
"What? I don't lie!" He answered quickly.
"Yeah, well," Megan said turning away from Darryl. "I have. It was," Megan stopped talking and thought to herself. 'I'm never going to see these guys again, well as their future selves, but they won't know it's me.' So she resolved to tell them her exact thoughts. "It was fantastic. I enjoyed it thoroughly. And you know why? Because I like Radcliffe Malfoy."
"Who's Radcliffe Malfoy?" Reumus asked.
"Well, in your time, there's Lucius Malfoy-"
"Malfoy reproduced!" James asked and jumped up off the floor. "Now, I'M going to vomit!" He said.
"Cliffe isn't Lucius' son." Megan corrected him. "It's his grandson."
"So, Malfoy reproduced, and then another one reproduced! How disturbing." James shook all over.
"Yup, that's how it went down. But, anyways, this feels good to talk about. I've only told Louie, and I can't talk to him that much about it, even though he's my best friend, because he's all 'UGH! My brother!'" Megan reenacted a conversation between the two friend for them.
"Wait, first of all, you have a crush on a Malfoy," Remus asked. Megan concurred silently. "then, you're best friends with this Malfoy's brother?"
"Not exactly, Louie was my friend before I liked Cliffe." She corrected.
"I am ashamed to know you." He said and shook his head.
"Oh vomit on you." She said and stuck to fingers in her mouth, pretending to throw up. Megan pulled back the bedspread on Remus' bed (it was his turn to let her sleep there) and plucked the fountain pen off the bedside table. Underneath the bedspread were the letters carved into the bedpost 'Megan Was Her' she began digging into the wood with the pen to finish the 'e' on the last word.
"What the hell are you doing to my bed!?" Reumus shouted and ran to her. She looked up as he had a hold of her fist.
"Well, what do you expect me to do all day? I've already cleaned this place up twice, and I've only been here three days!" She exclaimed and tore her hand away. She went back to carving her message with exasperation.
"Nobody's in the tower during classes while you're here. Why don't you take a look around, see how different it is from your time." Peter offered.
"Yeah, in our time we have a giant penguin for a house mascot." David said. His brother punched his arm.
"Are you that dense?" Darryl said. "She's not going to believe the Gryffindors were Penguins!" He turned to Megan and his tone changed instantly. "We're turtles. Massive, powerful turtles." A fight ensued between the two boys and the rest of the room watched with anticipation, losing count at who was who. Darryl and David, being identical in everyway, were very violent in their scrimmaging and Megan watched, punching the air with silent tips. 'Right hook.' She thought at Darryl. 'RIGHT HOOK! Damn liars...'
The next day, at supper, a pack of Gryffindor girls bombarded the Marauders at dinner. Lily Evans, Margaret Thompson, Wilma Valentine and Tonya Levvins came to them and threw empty make-up bags at their equally empty plates.
"Where is it?" Tonya asked and shoved the Sirius' back.
"Where is what?" He asked and shoved her back.
"You say it like you don't know." She squinted her dark brown eyes at him.
"I don't." He argued.
"I suppose you're all going to play stupid?" Margaret asked and crossed her thick arms.
"What are you going on about?" James asked and picked up the make up bag. He looked up at Lily and she glared out him. He didn't like it when she glared at him.
"You all have stolen our make up." She declared and shot them evil glances.
"No we didn't." Peter said meekly.
"What good would it do us to steal your make-up?" Reumus asked.
"Hell if I know, but we're going to find out and get our make-up back. When we do, we're telling Dumbledore." Margaret huffed.
"What! We didn't steal any make-up! Why would you think we did?" James gawked.
"Because you four are the Marauders, and you maraud. You steal things, it's what you do." Wilma said quietly.
"We aren't thieves." James defended their group.
"Oh, and how about every one of Snape's right shoes?" Wilma asked.
"That, that wasn't us!" Peter argued.
"Yes it was, because I helped you come up with it, stupid." Margret said and shoved him into the table.
"Look, we don't steal things from people we like. We like you guys." James said.
"Find our make-up, James Potter."
"Alright I will, Lily Evans." James replied mockingly.
"Fuck you." Margaret said and the group turned away and went down to the other end of the Gryffindor table.
"What goes on with that?" Sirius asked.
"I have no idea, but Holey Moley, Lily can sure look like a mean bitch." Reumus said and scooped up some peas.
"Don't say that." James got defensive and his eyes involuntarily went down to the four girls sitting down. He looked down at his plate and the vinyl, orange bag with flecks of brown eye shadow crunched into the lining. He sighed and looked back over at them. Sirius flicked a pea at him and the rest of the boys chuckled. "What the hell!" James shouted and looked at him.
"I was influenced by Megan's mashed potato disaster story." He said and took a bite of his roll.
"That was a good story." Peter agreed and tipped some salt on his chicken, which of course had the lid unscrewed a little bit and all the salt came down on the piece of chicken. "Assholes." He murmured as they laughed at him.
***
In the Sixth year boys dormitory in the year 2018, Matt Potter was sitting in his bed, working on a last minute Charms assignment. As a nervous tick, he swung his leg off the side of his bed. And as Matt got more and more nervous, his leg swung faster and faster, until eventually the sheet dangling off the neighboring bed was fluttering in the air. Out of his peripheral vision he saw something in the deep, rich, wooden bedpost that hadn't been there before as far as he had known. He turned his head and saw a weathered etching into the wood.
'Megan was here.' He saw and a few of his sister's trademark doodles on the bedpost. His head shot straight up and he looked at Pete Zahut, sleeping on his bed, reading a book. He glared at him and picked up the quaffle from his bedside table then tossed it at the book, knocking it out of his hands. Pete sat up and looked at Matt angrily, his blonde hair, covering his eyes.
"Asshole! What'd you do that for?" He asked and picked up the quaffle off the floor and chucked it at Matt who caught it.
"When the hell was Megan there?" He asked and pointed to the graffiti. Pete looked down and gasped as he felt the carving under his fingertips.
"She's never even been in here!" He said. "I swear to God, Matt."
"Then where'd that come from?" He asked suspiciously.
"I don't know!" He said. "It looks kind of old." Pete said as he surveyed the marking.
"Kind of looks as old as the markings on the trunks." Matt said and then looked down at his trunk which had an old carving of a deer on it.
"Kind of." Pete mimicked Matt. "You know, you're right." He ran his fingers across the carving in the bed and looked at Matt's trunk, handed down to him from his grandfather.
"You're sure Megan was never, um, here." He said, not really wanting to hear the answer.
"I think I'd know." Pete said with a smile, making sure not to look at Matt.
"Shut up, man, that's disgusting." Matt shuddered.
"Sorry." Pete said and looked at the quaffle, still in Matt's fist. "Was that there before?" He asked.
"No, no it wasn't. I would have remembered that. I just find that odd."
"It is odd. Maybe we should show a teacher." Pete said, Matt shook his head.
"No teacher is going to think anything of it. The teachers will just think it's two people who love and miss Megan grasping to strands of her existence."
"That was really deep, Matt." Pete commended him and Matt smiled at himself.
"It was, wasn't it?"
{A/N: Bad ending? I think it was, I haven't even read this last part to Mal. Hardy Har, so maniacally evil. Well, other then that crappy ending, I hope you enjoyed this installment. Mucho Love to all da reviewers (you're on my telepathic Christmas/Ramadan/Kwanzaa/Hanukah/any other holiday in the month of December where you get presents, but you won't really get any but you would if I knew you because you reviewed our story- list, hehehe) Well, au revoir! -Ash and Mal}