CHAPTER 12: MEMOIRS
A/N Still not mine, please review, review, review!
All to soon, Monday morning came, and with it, Jessi's yearly health and fitness plan. She had made one up every year since she was twelve and had made the Quidditch team. Caitie had joined her almost immediately, because she needed to get in shape as well. The next year Ashley and Cailie had jumped on board, knowing it could only improve their figures.
It didn't exactly make any one of them want to jump for joy at the thought of getting up early to huff and puff around though. They rolled out of bed, mumbling and groaning, and looked around bleary-eyed at the 'exercise' room Jessi had set up. There were four yoga mats, some weights, a bench press, and a treadmill. Knowing what to do, they all took their places on a mat and began stretching out.
*~~~*
Down in the Great Hall, the Marauder's were stuffing themselves with breakfast to prepare for the long day of classes ahead. All were eating except for one. Pushing a stray strand of sandy-blonde hair out of his face, he looked worriedly at the Ravenclaw table, and who was present; or more precisely: who wasn't. Four good seats in the middle of the table were curiously empty. Usually they were filled with the bodies of four teenagers, a bubbly blonde, a loud curly black-haired, a flirtatious light brown head, and a sophisticated brunette were all missing from there seats, the only other indication that the four were missing was that the resident boy population was not swooning every time they looked in that direction. Remus turned to Sirius, who was eating his egg and tomato sandwich greedily, and asked,
"You know where your girl and her friends are?"
Sirius looked up, looking highly unconcerned,
"Nope. Guess we'll see them sooner or later, all's well so long as I get some much-needed attention." Sirius chuckled to himself and Remus rolled his eyes,
"Firstly, you and attention deprived are words that never need be in the same sentence," Sirius pouted, but Remus continued on in terms that his friend would most likely understand, "And secondly, if the Girlies are hurt, not only will life be extremely boring, but none of us will be getting any sort of action for awhile." Remus let the words sink in, and although Sirius rightly believed that he'd never be devoid of the ability to get some action while he was at Hogwarts, the thought of his having to actually go and look for a sufficient girl and actually charm her into his bed just exhausted him, so he became horrified and grabbed Remus by the arm, half-dragging him in the direction of the Ravenclaw Common Room.
"Right you are Moony, let's go." As soon as the two got up, James looked up and said,
"Where are you going in such a hurry, Padfoot? Honestly, most girls, Cailie included are not up for a snogging fest at this hour. Oh," he spotted Remus, "you really need to ask Smiley out when she's more then half awake." Remus went red and shook his head, attempting to explain, but at that moment, Lily and company walked in and that was the end of James' ability to speak. He pushed his fingers through his jet-black hair so it stood up on end, and Remus rolled his eyes, knowing that that was the end of their conversation, and allowed himself to be towed away by an increasingly agitated Sirius.
*~~~*
Sirius stated the Ravenclaw password clearly, having been told what it was by Cailie the day before. The duo walked in on quite the interesting scene; Jessi was sitting on top of a vanity table cross-legged, putting on make-up, Ashley was...well...meditating (or at least that was what it looked like) Caitie was eating a blueberry muffin and scrambling to finish what looked like potions homework, and Cailie had just walked out of the bathroom in only a fluffy white towel. Sirius' eyes' widened considerably and as no one noticed the two boys walk in, they all jumped when Sirius spoke huskily,
"Well, that's a nice sight to see in the morning." Cailie squealed and ran into the dorm, towel flying. Sirius and Remus just laughed and Ashley got up and slapped Sirius upside the head. Sirius rubbed his head and asked,
"What was that for?"'
"For taking me out of my meditated state," Ashley said matter-of- factly, and the rest of the room rolled their eyes. Jessi looked up curiously and asked,
"Why are you guys here anyway?" Remus thought for a second, attempting to remember exactly why he had come here. What was that purpose again? Ah yes...
"We didn't see you guys down at breakfast and we wanted to make sure everything was alright," He looked specifically at Caitie, who had not made a remark about the whole dream incident since it had happened. She quickly replied, as if to reassure him,
"No we were just working out, and since we haven't in a long time, it kind of took longer then usual." The three grinned sheepishly, and Cailie came meandering into the Common Room, lost in thought.
"Whatcha thinking 'bout, babe?' Sirius asked, sitting himself down next to her on a mat. She took a long time to reply, her eyes were glazed over and she had a serene, dream-like expression on her face.
"Our first day at Hogwarts. Meeting you, and everyone else." Sirius smiled,
"Yeah, that was an interesting day if there ever was one."
~~~Flashback~~~
"Yo, yo, dude in the uniform!" A tiny girl stood in the middle of the platform, screaming loudly in an American accent towards a distressed looking assistant. She had bright blue eyes that sparkled endlessly, with dark brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail, bursting with volcanic curls. She wore bright pink leggings L.A Gear high-top sneakers, black leg warmers and a black t-shirt that said in pink letters, 'Stayin' Alive.' Behind her stood an equally small, timid young woman who shared the girls blue eyes, and although her hair was two shades lighter, she had Shirley Temple curls. The 'dude' made his way over to the pair.
"What do you ladies need?" He asked with strained politeness. The woman looked hesitant to speak, but the young girl had enough gusto for the both of them.
"I need to find Platform 9 ¾, I'm going to boarding school today!" She stated proudly. The guy rolled his eyes and just walked away muttering, not even bothering to answer.
'Damn Americans.'
"Damn British people." The girl pushed her cart angrily towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten and leaned against it to think. But think she was unable to. With only a "Whoa!" The girl fell into the barrier and landed on the other side, stuff on top of her, her on top of an angry young girl with long brown hair and big, brown eyes.
"Condamner, I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd get off me!" The girl moaned in a barely understandable French accent, so that her I's sounded like ee's. She got off cheerfully, pushing her cart off herself and then offered a hand to the girl,
"My name's Caitie. Caitie Roark pleased to meet you." The other girl stared at her disdainfully, and sneered, swished her hair and walked off. Caitie muttered,
"Well aren't we in a lovely mood today." Caitie eventually gathered that this was indeed Platform nine and three-quarters and she made her way awkwardly onto the train. She found an empty compartment towards the back, shoved her stuff above and under the seats and flopped down. She was beginning to feel lonely and a little apprehensive, two feelings quite unknown tot eh young girl, when two boys barreled in, laughing so hard they looked as if they might collapse. Caitie looked towards the newcomers with growing interest, but they didn't even seem to notice her.
"Oy, mate I think that was pretty good. The poor girl didn't even know what hit her! What was her name again? Lily, well Lily's going to be smelling like dung bombs for awhile now," said one who had dark hair that fell over his black eyes and tanned skin.
'He's very cute,' Caitie thought and looked over to the other one, who was laughing equally as hard. He had untidy black hair and hazel eyes and was sort of lanky looking. She watched in semi-amusement as they gradually calmed down and suddenly spotted the girl in the compartment. Immediately they composed themselves, one ruffled his already messy hair and the other stuck out his hand and said in a considerably deeper voice,
"Hullo, malady, my name is Sirius Black and this here is my chum James Potter." Caitie gave him her hand and he put it to his lips and kissed it delicately. Caitie stifled a giggle and blushed slightly,
"Hi. My name's Caitie Roark pleased to meet you." Sirius cringed at her accent and asked,
"You're American, then?" Caitie nodded, but she doubted anyone noticed because at that moment two girls and a boy entered, one of the girls being the one Caitie had met earlier. The other girl had curly jet- black hair, tan skin and glasses that framed her dark brown eyes. The boy had sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. They all looked rather frustrated, and the girl with the glasses was talking loudly and angrily,
"...Can't believe they made us sit back here where all the rejects sit," she noticed there was other people in the compartment. "Oh, hi, my name's Ashley, but I won't be staying here, or going to some idiotic magic school so I can say stupid things and carry a black stick around, so don't become friends with me." They all gaped at her, attempting to process the statement that had just been made. James spoke first,
"Well, I don't know but I think you'll find it to be a really cool school," he looked up to see the boy, "Hey, I've met you before, haven't I? You're..." He struggled to come up with the name.
"Yes you have, we met in Flourish and Blots a few days ago, you're James Potter and that's Sirius Black, and my name's Remus Lupin." They all sat down and were talking about which house they wanted to be in, (all except Ashley, who was sitting in the corner, sullenly, arms wrapped around her legs) when two others walked in. One was a small blonde girl and the other was a squat, mousy boy with brown hair. They introduced themselves to be Jessi Langane and Peter Pettigrew. They were also eleven and in there first year. By the time a lady with a food cart had arrived, they had all established who they were, where they were from, and that they were friends now. Even Ashley had begun to join in the conversation. They all got some food, and Cailie went to get money out of her pocket, and her face went a sickly gray color.
"My money! It's gone!" Caitie laughed and pulled out a black velvet satchel from her leg warmer. Cailie grabbed it and they all looked at her, stunned.
"I swear I won't steal anything form any of you guys, but that's what you get for being so mean to me before." She held up her hands as if to say 'I come in peace,' and after a little persuasion they believed her. It took a bit more conniving and sucking up to get the lady to not owl the headmaster on the spot, but eventually she left them alone, to there own devices, which was not necessarily the best thing to do, for leaving them to there own devices for the next five years would prove to be quite the dangerous feat indeed.
A/N Still not mine, please review, review, review!
All to soon, Monday morning came, and with it, Jessi's yearly health and fitness plan. She had made one up every year since she was twelve and had made the Quidditch team. Caitie had joined her almost immediately, because she needed to get in shape as well. The next year Ashley and Cailie had jumped on board, knowing it could only improve their figures.
It didn't exactly make any one of them want to jump for joy at the thought of getting up early to huff and puff around though. They rolled out of bed, mumbling and groaning, and looked around bleary-eyed at the 'exercise' room Jessi had set up. There were four yoga mats, some weights, a bench press, and a treadmill. Knowing what to do, they all took their places on a mat and began stretching out.
*~~~*
Down in the Great Hall, the Marauder's were stuffing themselves with breakfast to prepare for the long day of classes ahead. All were eating except for one. Pushing a stray strand of sandy-blonde hair out of his face, he looked worriedly at the Ravenclaw table, and who was present; or more precisely: who wasn't. Four good seats in the middle of the table were curiously empty. Usually they were filled with the bodies of four teenagers, a bubbly blonde, a loud curly black-haired, a flirtatious light brown head, and a sophisticated brunette were all missing from there seats, the only other indication that the four were missing was that the resident boy population was not swooning every time they looked in that direction. Remus turned to Sirius, who was eating his egg and tomato sandwich greedily, and asked,
"You know where your girl and her friends are?"
Sirius looked up, looking highly unconcerned,
"Nope. Guess we'll see them sooner or later, all's well so long as I get some much-needed attention." Sirius chuckled to himself and Remus rolled his eyes,
"Firstly, you and attention deprived are words that never need be in the same sentence," Sirius pouted, but Remus continued on in terms that his friend would most likely understand, "And secondly, if the Girlies are hurt, not only will life be extremely boring, but none of us will be getting any sort of action for awhile." Remus let the words sink in, and although Sirius rightly believed that he'd never be devoid of the ability to get some action while he was at Hogwarts, the thought of his having to actually go and look for a sufficient girl and actually charm her into his bed just exhausted him, so he became horrified and grabbed Remus by the arm, half-dragging him in the direction of the Ravenclaw Common Room.
"Right you are Moony, let's go." As soon as the two got up, James looked up and said,
"Where are you going in such a hurry, Padfoot? Honestly, most girls, Cailie included are not up for a snogging fest at this hour. Oh," he spotted Remus, "you really need to ask Smiley out when she's more then half awake." Remus went red and shook his head, attempting to explain, but at that moment, Lily and company walked in and that was the end of James' ability to speak. He pushed his fingers through his jet-black hair so it stood up on end, and Remus rolled his eyes, knowing that that was the end of their conversation, and allowed himself to be towed away by an increasingly agitated Sirius.
*~~~*
Sirius stated the Ravenclaw password clearly, having been told what it was by Cailie the day before. The duo walked in on quite the interesting scene; Jessi was sitting on top of a vanity table cross-legged, putting on make-up, Ashley was...well...meditating (or at least that was what it looked like) Caitie was eating a blueberry muffin and scrambling to finish what looked like potions homework, and Cailie had just walked out of the bathroom in only a fluffy white towel. Sirius' eyes' widened considerably and as no one noticed the two boys walk in, they all jumped when Sirius spoke huskily,
"Well, that's a nice sight to see in the morning." Cailie squealed and ran into the dorm, towel flying. Sirius and Remus just laughed and Ashley got up and slapped Sirius upside the head. Sirius rubbed his head and asked,
"What was that for?"'
"For taking me out of my meditated state," Ashley said matter-of- factly, and the rest of the room rolled their eyes. Jessi looked up curiously and asked,
"Why are you guys here anyway?" Remus thought for a second, attempting to remember exactly why he had come here. What was that purpose again? Ah yes...
"We didn't see you guys down at breakfast and we wanted to make sure everything was alright," He looked specifically at Caitie, who had not made a remark about the whole dream incident since it had happened. She quickly replied, as if to reassure him,
"No we were just working out, and since we haven't in a long time, it kind of took longer then usual." The three grinned sheepishly, and Cailie came meandering into the Common Room, lost in thought.
"Whatcha thinking 'bout, babe?' Sirius asked, sitting himself down next to her on a mat. She took a long time to reply, her eyes were glazed over and she had a serene, dream-like expression on her face.
"Our first day at Hogwarts. Meeting you, and everyone else." Sirius smiled,
"Yeah, that was an interesting day if there ever was one."
~~~Flashback~~~
"Yo, yo, dude in the uniform!" A tiny girl stood in the middle of the platform, screaming loudly in an American accent towards a distressed looking assistant. She had bright blue eyes that sparkled endlessly, with dark brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail, bursting with volcanic curls. She wore bright pink leggings L.A Gear high-top sneakers, black leg warmers and a black t-shirt that said in pink letters, 'Stayin' Alive.' Behind her stood an equally small, timid young woman who shared the girls blue eyes, and although her hair was two shades lighter, she had Shirley Temple curls. The 'dude' made his way over to the pair.
"What do you ladies need?" He asked with strained politeness. The woman looked hesitant to speak, but the young girl had enough gusto for the both of them.
"I need to find Platform 9 ¾, I'm going to boarding school today!" She stated proudly. The guy rolled his eyes and just walked away muttering, not even bothering to answer.
'Damn Americans.'
"Damn British people." The girl pushed her cart angrily towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten and leaned against it to think. But think she was unable to. With only a "Whoa!" The girl fell into the barrier and landed on the other side, stuff on top of her, her on top of an angry young girl with long brown hair and big, brown eyes.
"Condamner, I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd get off me!" The girl moaned in a barely understandable French accent, so that her I's sounded like ee's. She got off cheerfully, pushing her cart off herself and then offered a hand to the girl,
"My name's Caitie. Caitie Roark pleased to meet you." The other girl stared at her disdainfully, and sneered, swished her hair and walked off. Caitie muttered,
"Well aren't we in a lovely mood today." Caitie eventually gathered that this was indeed Platform nine and three-quarters and she made her way awkwardly onto the train. She found an empty compartment towards the back, shoved her stuff above and under the seats and flopped down. She was beginning to feel lonely and a little apprehensive, two feelings quite unknown tot eh young girl, when two boys barreled in, laughing so hard they looked as if they might collapse. Caitie looked towards the newcomers with growing interest, but they didn't even seem to notice her.
"Oy, mate I think that was pretty good. The poor girl didn't even know what hit her! What was her name again? Lily, well Lily's going to be smelling like dung bombs for awhile now," said one who had dark hair that fell over his black eyes and tanned skin.
'He's very cute,' Caitie thought and looked over to the other one, who was laughing equally as hard. He had untidy black hair and hazel eyes and was sort of lanky looking. She watched in semi-amusement as they gradually calmed down and suddenly spotted the girl in the compartment. Immediately they composed themselves, one ruffled his already messy hair and the other stuck out his hand and said in a considerably deeper voice,
"Hullo, malady, my name is Sirius Black and this here is my chum James Potter." Caitie gave him her hand and he put it to his lips and kissed it delicately. Caitie stifled a giggle and blushed slightly,
"Hi. My name's Caitie Roark pleased to meet you." Sirius cringed at her accent and asked,
"You're American, then?" Caitie nodded, but she doubted anyone noticed because at that moment two girls and a boy entered, one of the girls being the one Caitie had met earlier. The other girl had curly jet- black hair, tan skin and glasses that framed her dark brown eyes. The boy had sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. They all looked rather frustrated, and the girl with the glasses was talking loudly and angrily,
"...Can't believe they made us sit back here where all the rejects sit," she noticed there was other people in the compartment. "Oh, hi, my name's Ashley, but I won't be staying here, or going to some idiotic magic school so I can say stupid things and carry a black stick around, so don't become friends with me." They all gaped at her, attempting to process the statement that had just been made. James spoke first,
"Well, I don't know but I think you'll find it to be a really cool school," he looked up to see the boy, "Hey, I've met you before, haven't I? You're..." He struggled to come up with the name.
"Yes you have, we met in Flourish and Blots a few days ago, you're James Potter and that's Sirius Black, and my name's Remus Lupin." They all sat down and were talking about which house they wanted to be in, (all except Ashley, who was sitting in the corner, sullenly, arms wrapped around her legs) when two others walked in. One was a small blonde girl and the other was a squat, mousy boy with brown hair. They introduced themselves to be Jessi Langane and Peter Pettigrew. They were also eleven and in there first year. By the time a lady with a food cart had arrived, they had all established who they were, where they were from, and that they were friends now. Even Ashley had begun to join in the conversation. They all got some food, and Cailie went to get money out of her pocket, and her face went a sickly gray color.
"My money! It's gone!" Caitie laughed and pulled out a black velvet satchel from her leg warmer. Cailie grabbed it and they all looked at her, stunned.
"I swear I won't steal anything form any of you guys, but that's what you get for being so mean to me before." She held up her hands as if to say 'I come in peace,' and after a little persuasion they believed her. It took a bit more conniving and sucking up to get the lady to not owl the headmaster on the spot, but eventually she left them alone, to there own devices, which was not necessarily the best thing to do, for leaving them to there own devices for the next five years would prove to be quite the dangerous feat indeed.