CHAPTER 8: ALL'S FAIR IN WAR AND WAR
A/N: As usual, I own nothing.
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'It's Monday. I actually have to get up. I have classes. Oh God, and I have detention with that idiot excuse of a guy, Sirius. I, Becca Leigh Watson, have a detention. Tonight. Because I broke some guy's jaw. No, not just some guy's. The most popular guy in school, the biggest jerk off in school. I broke Sirius Black's jaw.'
And with that thought, Becca rolled out of her bed and walked into the bathroom, dragging most of her bedclothes with her, to get into the shower and begin her less-then-adequate excuse for a day.
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It was almost 7:30 AM, Sirius' first class was at 8, and he was still asleep. James and Peter had already gone down to the Great Hall to get some breakfast, and Remus Lupin was slicking some gel through his sandy-blonde hair so that it wasn't completely in his face, when he noticed that Sirius hadn't even moved since last night.
"OY! Sirius, mate, get up!" said Lupin, leaning in close to his ear and yelling into it. Sirius just grunted and swatted at his ear, as if attempting to kill a fly.
"I SAID SIRIUS GET UP!" Sirius didn't even budge. Lupin sighed, shook his head, and gave him a huge WHACK across the head.
"I'mnotgettin..detentionwith.. Git" He muttered before finally brining himself to his feet and walking down towards the Common Room.
"SIRIUS!" Lupin shouted, looking at Sirius with an extremely amused expression on his face.
"WHAT NOW, YOU BLASTED FOOL?" Remus couldn't help himself anymore, and was laughing hysterically.
"You might want to.put some." he squeezed out, rolling with laughter, "pants.on." Sirius looked down to see his oldest, most frayed pair of boxers, which were practically falling off him, exposing some of his, well, more private parts.
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Cailie stood in the middle of the hallways in between her first and second class, looking down in disgust at Peter as if he were a rather foul- smelling sock.
"I cannot believe you embarrassed me in such. A way. You fool!" Peter looked down at his shoes and Cailie began to go off on a tirade in French, looking purely maniacal and devious. There was a shrill, squeaking voice, a hundred time magnified, still echoing throughout the corridor. It was screaming,
"I know you think me only a fool, but I love you forever, my precious erm.tool? I want you to go on a date with me. Will you be my everything?" The culprit was a card that lay on the ground, utterly forgotten. It was rather obvious what had taken place a mere three minutes ago.
"Vous aer un git laid et stupide, Peter. Vous êtes gros et laid et vous embaressed ME! ME! La seconde fille le plus populaire dans l'école, et vous choisissez de m'humilier devant les générations de plus jeunes enfants qui me regarderont maintenant comme si je suis la TERRE! Vous devez avoir honte." She raged.
"Awe, baby, I love it when you speak to me in French, it's so sexy!" Cailie, if possible, just became even more enraged at this, and turned to stomp away. As an afterthought, she spun around and gave him a really hard bitch slap before continuing on her way; nose up in the air, composed ad dignified, as if nothing had even occurred.
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Sirius and Becca both trooped down to the Transfiguration room in a silence that was filled with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"After you, m'lady," said Sirius darkly, opening the door for her and allowing her to walk in. Becca rolled her eyes.
They walked into a dark and empty Transfiguration room. A note was attached to the inside of the door.
Mr. Black and Miss Watson, You will find all your muggle cleaning supplies in the cabinet to the left. You are to spend as much time as is necessary to make sure this room is sparkling like the Great Hall on the first day of school. Do I make myself clear? I WILL KNOW IF YOU DID NOT USE THE MUGGLE SUPPLIES OR NOT SERVE YOUR DETENTION.
Cheerio!
Professor McGonagall
"Lovely old bat, isn't she?" asked Sirius as he sighed and got out the stuff.
"Better then you'll ever be," stated Becca simply, bending down on her knees and beginning to scrub the dirt and grime off the floor.
"I'm just going to let that comment pass for right now, as I don't fancy another broken body part," Sirius said evenly, and Becca smirked.
They worked in silence as they minutes and hours ticked by slowly. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of scrubbing and the occasional slop of water. It was getting late, and Becca was getting very tired. She knew they were almost done, but she was stuck on this one piece of crusted over, something, and she didn't fancy thinking about what it was. She began to mutter, getting annoyed, because it was the only thing that was between her and her nice warm, cozy bed, and it wouldn't come off for anything.
"I swear, if it wasn't for your stupid fat-head Sirius, neither of us would be here right now."
"Oh, so you don't enjoy my company, then?" He asked, smirking, knowing fully well it was causing her to just about blow up.
He was right.
"You stupid ASSHOLE. I can't BELIEVE you just said THAT. After I broke your freaking jaw the other day. You know what Sirius? One day you're going to end up knocking up some poor, innocent girl, and you're going to end up in some slum, a broken man, because you have to much PRIDE and you are to DAMN IGNORANT. You and your little PRETTY FREAKIN PLAYGIRLS who think they OWN THE WORLD AND EVERY HUMAN BEING THAT WALKS ON IT And you know what? You can't go through life walking all over other people, and insulting those who aren't as fortunate as you. And I will DEFINTIELY NOT ALLOW YOU to BLATATNTLY INSULT MY FRIENDS!"
Sirius looked as if he was about ready to strangle her. He walked close enough to her to so that she could feel his hot and heavy breath on her skin. He cornered her against the wall, and Becca began to become frightened, she didn't know what this whacko was capable of. But when he spoke he sounded quite calm.
"You know, Becca, for all your little speech making and lecturing, you seem to be missing a few important parts. I may be an asshole, and God knows, I really don't care what you or any one of your little friends's thought me to be. But I am old enough to take care of myself, and know what to do and what not to do. Sure, I can cross the line, but that's the point in being young. I'm allowed to make mistakes. Because it's people like you that made the saying 'the youth is wasted on the young' come into play. And another thing, maybe I should get to know your friend before judging her. But I honestly don't feel like it, and I can readily admit that that's the wrong thing to do, I just don't care. You, on the other hand, are being quite the little hypocrite, and this is because I don't see you wasting any of your precious time trying to get to know me, OR my "playgirls", who by the way, happen to be a really great group of girls. So before you decide to rampage me with your idiot goody-two-shoes speeches, make sure you practice what you preach, Watson."
And with that, he walked off, looking though rally pleased with himself, and leaving Becca alone in her own confused thoughts. Finally, she walked off towards the common room, all the while only thinking,
'What the hell have I gotten myself into now?'
A/N: As usual, I own nothing.
*~~~*
'It's Monday. I actually have to get up. I have classes. Oh God, and I have detention with that idiot excuse of a guy, Sirius. I, Becca Leigh Watson, have a detention. Tonight. Because I broke some guy's jaw. No, not just some guy's. The most popular guy in school, the biggest jerk off in school. I broke Sirius Black's jaw.'
And with that thought, Becca rolled out of her bed and walked into the bathroom, dragging most of her bedclothes with her, to get into the shower and begin her less-then-adequate excuse for a day.
*~~~*
It was almost 7:30 AM, Sirius' first class was at 8, and he was still asleep. James and Peter had already gone down to the Great Hall to get some breakfast, and Remus Lupin was slicking some gel through his sandy-blonde hair so that it wasn't completely in his face, when he noticed that Sirius hadn't even moved since last night.
"OY! Sirius, mate, get up!" said Lupin, leaning in close to his ear and yelling into it. Sirius just grunted and swatted at his ear, as if attempting to kill a fly.
"I SAID SIRIUS GET UP!" Sirius didn't even budge. Lupin sighed, shook his head, and gave him a huge WHACK across the head.
"I'mnotgettin..detentionwith.. Git" He muttered before finally brining himself to his feet and walking down towards the Common Room.
"SIRIUS!" Lupin shouted, looking at Sirius with an extremely amused expression on his face.
"WHAT NOW, YOU BLASTED FOOL?" Remus couldn't help himself anymore, and was laughing hysterically.
"You might want to.put some." he squeezed out, rolling with laughter, "pants.on." Sirius looked down to see his oldest, most frayed pair of boxers, which were practically falling off him, exposing some of his, well, more private parts.
*~~~*
Cailie stood in the middle of the hallways in between her first and second class, looking down in disgust at Peter as if he were a rather foul- smelling sock.
"I cannot believe you embarrassed me in such. A way. You fool!" Peter looked down at his shoes and Cailie began to go off on a tirade in French, looking purely maniacal and devious. There was a shrill, squeaking voice, a hundred time magnified, still echoing throughout the corridor. It was screaming,
"I know you think me only a fool, but I love you forever, my precious erm.tool? I want you to go on a date with me. Will you be my everything?" The culprit was a card that lay on the ground, utterly forgotten. It was rather obvious what had taken place a mere three minutes ago.
"Vous aer un git laid et stupide, Peter. Vous êtes gros et laid et vous embaressed ME! ME! La seconde fille le plus populaire dans l'école, et vous choisissez de m'humilier devant les générations de plus jeunes enfants qui me regarderont maintenant comme si je suis la TERRE! Vous devez avoir honte." She raged.
"Awe, baby, I love it when you speak to me in French, it's so sexy!" Cailie, if possible, just became even more enraged at this, and turned to stomp away. As an afterthought, she spun around and gave him a really hard bitch slap before continuing on her way; nose up in the air, composed ad dignified, as if nothing had even occurred.
*~~~*
Sirius and Becca both trooped down to the Transfiguration room in a silence that was filled with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"After you, m'lady," said Sirius darkly, opening the door for her and allowing her to walk in. Becca rolled her eyes.
They walked into a dark and empty Transfiguration room. A note was attached to the inside of the door.
Mr. Black and Miss Watson, You will find all your muggle cleaning supplies in the cabinet to the left. You are to spend as much time as is necessary to make sure this room is sparkling like the Great Hall on the first day of school. Do I make myself clear? I WILL KNOW IF YOU DID NOT USE THE MUGGLE SUPPLIES OR NOT SERVE YOUR DETENTION.
Cheerio!
Professor McGonagall
"Lovely old bat, isn't she?" asked Sirius as he sighed and got out the stuff.
"Better then you'll ever be," stated Becca simply, bending down on her knees and beginning to scrub the dirt and grime off the floor.
"I'm just going to let that comment pass for right now, as I don't fancy another broken body part," Sirius said evenly, and Becca smirked.
They worked in silence as they minutes and hours ticked by slowly. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of scrubbing and the occasional slop of water. It was getting late, and Becca was getting very tired. She knew they were almost done, but she was stuck on this one piece of crusted over, something, and she didn't fancy thinking about what it was. She began to mutter, getting annoyed, because it was the only thing that was between her and her nice warm, cozy bed, and it wouldn't come off for anything.
"I swear, if it wasn't for your stupid fat-head Sirius, neither of us would be here right now."
"Oh, so you don't enjoy my company, then?" He asked, smirking, knowing fully well it was causing her to just about blow up.
He was right.
"You stupid ASSHOLE. I can't BELIEVE you just said THAT. After I broke your freaking jaw the other day. You know what Sirius? One day you're going to end up knocking up some poor, innocent girl, and you're going to end up in some slum, a broken man, because you have to much PRIDE and you are to DAMN IGNORANT. You and your little PRETTY FREAKIN PLAYGIRLS who think they OWN THE WORLD AND EVERY HUMAN BEING THAT WALKS ON IT And you know what? You can't go through life walking all over other people, and insulting those who aren't as fortunate as you. And I will DEFINTIELY NOT ALLOW YOU to BLATATNTLY INSULT MY FRIENDS!"
Sirius looked as if he was about ready to strangle her. He walked close enough to her to so that she could feel his hot and heavy breath on her skin. He cornered her against the wall, and Becca began to become frightened, she didn't know what this whacko was capable of. But when he spoke he sounded quite calm.
"You know, Becca, for all your little speech making and lecturing, you seem to be missing a few important parts. I may be an asshole, and God knows, I really don't care what you or any one of your little friends's thought me to be. But I am old enough to take care of myself, and know what to do and what not to do. Sure, I can cross the line, but that's the point in being young. I'm allowed to make mistakes. Because it's people like you that made the saying 'the youth is wasted on the young' come into play. And another thing, maybe I should get to know your friend before judging her. But I honestly don't feel like it, and I can readily admit that that's the wrong thing to do, I just don't care. You, on the other hand, are being quite the little hypocrite, and this is because I don't see you wasting any of your precious time trying to get to know me, OR my "playgirls", who by the way, happen to be a really great group of girls. So before you decide to rampage me with your idiot goody-two-shoes speeches, make sure you practice what you preach, Watson."
And with that, he walked off, looking though rally pleased with himself, and leaving Becca alone in her own confused thoughts. Finally, she walked off towards the common room, all the while only thinking,
'What the hell have I gotten myself into now?'