Chapter Six
The last day before Winter Break had arrived. Students would be going home for the holidays, and James was having a nervous break down.
"Sirius!" he hollered into the stairwell. "I need your hair gel."
"Prongsie-boy, that's the fourth tube you've gone through. At the rate you're going your hair will be greasier than Snape's."
"Fine, but, how the hell am I supposed to get my hair to lie flat."
"I don't understand," said Peter, flipping through some notes. "You never cared about your hair before. In fact, you always made sure that it was messy."
"So? This is important. It has to be perfect. Have you ever noticed Mademoiselle in any state of disarray?" At their silence he answered, "Of course not, she is always neat. Meticulous is something that she is in the habit of doing. And I have to adhere to those standards or she'll return the locket."
"Look, she won't return it. If I know anything about women, it's that they don't return the jewelry," said Sirius, as if this were a fact of life, just like humans need to breath oxygen. "Every time I break up with a girl they'll return my clothes, sometimes the flowers if they're still around and as often or not the lingerie, but they keep the jewelry."
"Padfoot, Mademoiselle is not the other girls you've dated. They were good for one thing and one thing only. We all know what that is. Besides, you've never dated anyone in search on an emotional attachment, or really any attachment."
Remus walked in carrying a book, "Hey guys, I need some help. I can't figure out how to wrap this."
Sirius walked over to him and looked at the book from all angles, like he was trying to figure out how best to break in. "Well, if I were you I would go ask one of the girls, or Peter, he always wraps my presents for other people except his, I just put his in a bag."
"Padfoot, I'm right here."
Sirius ignored this comment with a mock-indignant huff. "I'm hungry, I'm off to the kitchens, is there anything we're low on?"
James had since given up on organizing his hair, and was in the shower as he called, "We need more rhubarb pie. And be sure to get plenty of salt."
"Ew," said Remus, "make sure it's on the side."
"Can do," replied Sirius, and he was off.
Lily walked with Julie to the kitchens. Remus had shown Julie where it was two years before when Julie had been in dire need of chocolate (she had coco cravings at that time of the month).
"Hey Lily?"
Just as Julie said this, Sirius emerged from the painting.
"LILY EVANS?"
After a moment, Lily took a breath, and said, "Hello Sirius."
"Lily Evans?"
"Sirius Black."
"Wow."
Lily giggled, "I get that a lot."
"I want the date."
She smiled wryly, how like Sirius to think of dating at a time like this, "Alright, that was the deal. Meet me in the Entrance Hall the first Saturday back."
Sirius pranced all the way back to Gryffindor tower.
"MOONY! I did it, I figured it out."
"So you finally know how to ask a girl out with out commenting on their body parts?"
"No, why would anyone want to anyway? It makes them blush, and then, you get to ask them all sorts of embarrassing questions."
"Okay, what did you figure out?" he asked, then, he added jokingly, "all by yourself."
"I've got a date with the Head Girl."
"Oh, so you figured that out. I thought it was something big like you actually getting her to agree to go willingly."
"Moony, I'm hurt. That you would think such a thing of me, it stings," he pointed to his chest, "right here. You've hurt me Remus. You've really hurt me."
Moony hit him in the head with a kibble. "You really need to know when to be serious."
"But I always am. unless.." He gasped in mock-horror, "I was switched at birth with a wild cockatoo, that had a green 'fro, purple polka dots, and red stripes. And then, maybe I'm really the daughter of a giraffe, and the son of an Argentinean fish."
"That joke is so old."
"Wait 'til I tell James."
"No, let him find out at breakfast tomorrow."
A/N: Short I know but I'll do better next time. I find that when I have a lot of time, my chapters are shorter. Besides, it's a good stopping place.
The last day before Winter Break had arrived. Students would be going home for the holidays, and James was having a nervous break down.
"Sirius!" he hollered into the stairwell. "I need your hair gel."
"Prongsie-boy, that's the fourth tube you've gone through. At the rate you're going your hair will be greasier than Snape's."
"Fine, but, how the hell am I supposed to get my hair to lie flat."
"I don't understand," said Peter, flipping through some notes. "You never cared about your hair before. In fact, you always made sure that it was messy."
"So? This is important. It has to be perfect. Have you ever noticed Mademoiselle in any state of disarray?" At their silence he answered, "Of course not, she is always neat. Meticulous is something that she is in the habit of doing. And I have to adhere to those standards or she'll return the locket."
"Look, she won't return it. If I know anything about women, it's that they don't return the jewelry," said Sirius, as if this were a fact of life, just like humans need to breath oxygen. "Every time I break up with a girl they'll return my clothes, sometimes the flowers if they're still around and as often or not the lingerie, but they keep the jewelry."
"Padfoot, Mademoiselle is not the other girls you've dated. They were good for one thing and one thing only. We all know what that is. Besides, you've never dated anyone in search on an emotional attachment, or really any attachment."
Remus walked in carrying a book, "Hey guys, I need some help. I can't figure out how to wrap this."
Sirius walked over to him and looked at the book from all angles, like he was trying to figure out how best to break in. "Well, if I were you I would go ask one of the girls, or Peter, he always wraps my presents for other people except his, I just put his in a bag."
"Padfoot, I'm right here."
Sirius ignored this comment with a mock-indignant huff. "I'm hungry, I'm off to the kitchens, is there anything we're low on?"
James had since given up on organizing his hair, and was in the shower as he called, "We need more rhubarb pie. And be sure to get plenty of salt."
"Ew," said Remus, "make sure it's on the side."
"Can do," replied Sirius, and he was off.
Lily walked with Julie to the kitchens. Remus had shown Julie where it was two years before when Julie had been in dire need of chocolate (she had coco cravings at that time of the month).
"Hey Lily?"
Just as Julie said this, Sirius emerged from the painting.
"LILY EVANS?"
After a moment, Lily took a breath, and said, "Hello Sirius."
"Lily Evans?"
"Sirius Black."
"Wow."
Lily giggled, "I get that a lot."
"I want the date."
She smiled wryly, how like Sirius to think of dating at a time like this, "Alright, that was the deal. Meet me in the Entrance Hall the first Saturday back."
Sirius pranced all the way back to Gryffindor tower.
"MOONY! I did it, I figured it out."
"So you finally know how to ask a girl out with out commenting on their body parts?"
"No, why would anyone want to anyway? It makes them blush, and then, you get to ask them all sorts of embarrassing questions."
"Okay, what did you figure out?" he asked, then, he added jokingly, "all by yourself."
"I've got a date with the Head Girl."
"Oh, so you figured that out. I thought it was something big like you actually getting her to agree to go willingly."
"Moony, I'm hurt. That you would think such a thing of me, it stings," he pointed to his chest, "right here. You've hurt me Remus. You've really hurt me."
Moony hit him in the head with a kibble. "You really need to know when to be serious."
"But I always am. unless.." He gasped in mock-horror, "I was switched at birth with a wild cockatoo, that had a green 'fro, purple polka dots, and red stripes. And then, maybe I'm really the daughter of a giraffe, and the son of an Argentinean fish."
"That joke is so old."
"Wait 'til I tell James."
"No, let him find out at breakfast tomorrow."
A/N: Short I know but I'll do better next time. I find that when I have a lot of time, my chapters are shorter. Besides, it's a good stopping place.