Chapter Four-After Skipping A Lot of Boring Stuff, They are in Florida. Woo.
Author's Note: We are skipping the landing in Nashville and Atlanta because we are bored of writing airplane stuff. So, in case you were REALLY looking forward to the Trolley Incident... sorry. It will, of course, be referred to by the members of the little clique, except Remus, because it involved him. Poor thing. The Trolley Incident lives on in infamy, even here in our city of [Nowhere].
Off we go.
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After the plane landed in the runway in Orlando, the Marauders and Lily all had to wait what Sirius insisted was hours and hours, but it was really only fifteen minutes.
"Liiiiiiiiillllllllllyyyyyy...." Sirius whined. "Make them let us off. I'm sooooo tired of planes!"
"Yeah!" Peter rejoined, looking up from his portable wizard's chess, with Special Gravitational Charms, courtesy of Lily Evans.
Remus was quiet. It had been a mere three hours since The Trolley Incident. He was utterly scarred for life, and embarrassed still beyond reason. Not to mention that James-
"Hey Moony, wanna ride a trolley?" James yelled, loud enough for the whole plane to hear. Half the passengers snickered. The Incident was infamous. Remus sank as low as he could without breaking his neck.
"Die, James. Die."
"Remus is getting feisty, isn't he," Sirius remarked casually.
"Come on, guys. Let's leave Remus alone," Lily stepped in. The guys snickered.
"Attention, passengers: You may now step off the plane. Please leave in an orderly fashion. Thank you for flying with us today."
Remus sat until everyone except he and the Marauders was off the plane. "Remus, come on," Lily pleaded. "No one will recognize --"
Suddenly Sirius bolted upright. "Of course! The hat!"
Everyone stared. "Sirius," James said tiredly, "What in the name of Hogwarts are you talking about?"
"We shall DISGUISE REMUS!" Sirius announced. "James, give me your hat."
"what? No!"
"What is more important to you, James? A stupid hat- or helping one of your best friends go unrecognized in a completely, utterly humiliating situation?" Sirius asked... well, seriously.
"Yeah, James," Remus said hopefully. "What's more important?"
James sighed. "I hate it when you gang up on me and appeal to my noble hero side. Fine. You can have to stupid hat. I have others, anyway."
"Thanks, man." Remus jammed the hat on his head. "Lily, give me your sunglasses. Sirius... give me..."
"My sexiness? My charm? My wiles with the ladies?"
"Right, just like the stewardess."
"Shut up, you-"
"Alright, alright," Lily cut in hastily. "Sirius, why don't you give him your leather jacket? The one that is your carryon?"
Sirius gasped. "My-my jacket? My precious, beautiful, warm, perfect. . . JACKET?"
"What's more important to you, a stupid jacket- or helping out your friend?" James said with a nasty tone.
"My jacket is NOT STUPID! It is. . . precious to me," Sirius said dramatically.
"Plagiarist," Remus intoned. "Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring, when Gandalf is reading that thing from Aragorn's ancestor. The kingy guy. of Gondor."
"Thank you, Mr. Technical," Peter replied, rolling his eyes. "Let's go. Just give him the stupid jacket, Padfoot."
"Fine. But don't keep it any longer than you absolutely have to."
"Oh, I won't." Remus sniffed the jacket. "Hey. . . this smells like Andrea Bones's per-"
"Let's not discuss it," Sirius cut in. "There is a perfectly reasonable explanation, and I will tell you when Lily is not here."
Peter gasped in horror. "Andrea BONES? That slut? Tell me you haven't sunk that low, Sirius!"
"NO, Peter. If you had LISTENED, you would have heard me say that there is a perfectly reas-"
"Can you gentlemen please get off the plane, now?" the stewardess interrupted.
"Yeah, really, Sirius, you were the one whining to leave," Remus jeered.
"shut up, Remus."
"Remus? Remus Lupin?" the stewardess inquired. "The trolley guy?"
"No. Let's go."
And they hurried out, Remus pushing them the whole way.
Author's Note: We are skipping the landing in Nashville and Atlanta because we are bored of writing airplane stuff. So, in case you were REALLY looking forward to the Trolley Incident... sorry. It will, of course, be referred to by the members of the little clique, except Remus, because it involved him. Poor thing. The Trolley Incident lives on in infamy, even here in our city of [Nowhere].
Off we go.
~
After the plane landed in the runway in Orlando, the Marauders and Lily all had to wait what Sirius insisted was hours and hours, but it was really only fifteen minutes.
"Liiiiiiiiillllllllllyyyyyy...." Sirius whined. "Make them let us off. I'm sooooo tired of planes!"
"Yeah!" Peter rejoined, looking up from his portable wizard's chess, with Special Gravitational Charms, courtesy of Lily Evans.
Remus was quiet. It had been a mere three hours since The Trolley Incident. He was utterly scarred for life, and embarrassed still beyond reason. Not to mention that James-
"Hey Moony, wanna ride a trolley?" James yelled, loud enough for the whole plane to hear. Half the passengers snickered. The Incident was infamous. Remus sank as low as he could without breaking his neck.
"Die, James. Die."
"Remus is getting feisty, isn't he," Sirius remarked casually.
"Come on, guys. Let's leave Remus alone," Lily stepped in. The guys snickered.
"Attention, passengers: You may now step off the plane. Please leave in an orderly fashion. Thank you for flying with us today."
Remus sat until everyone except he and the Marauders was off the plane. "Remus, come on," Lily pleaded. "No one will recognize --"
Suddenly Sirius bolted upright. "Of course! The hat!"
Everyone stared. "Sirius," James said tiredly, "What in the name of Hogwarts are you talking about?"
"We shall DISGUISE REMUS!" Sirius announced. "James, give me your hat."
"what? No!"
"What is more important to you, James? A stupid hat- or helping one of your best friends go unrecognized in a completely, utterly humiliating situation?" Sirius asked... well, seriously.
"Yeah, James," Remus said hopefully. "What's more important?"
James sighed. "I hate it when you gang up on me and appeal to my noble hero side. Fine. You can have to stupid hat. I have others, anyway."
"Thanks, man." Remus jammed the hat on his head. "Lily, give me your sunglasses. Sirius... give me..."
"My sexiness? My charm? My wiles with the ladies?"
"Right, just like the stewardess."
"Shut up, you-"
"Alright, alright," Lily cut in hastily. "Sirius, why don't you give him your leather jacket? The one that is your carryon?"
Sirius gasped. "My-my jacket? My precious, beautiful, warm, perfect. . . JACKET?"
"What's more important to you, a stupid jacket- or helping out your friend?" James said with a nasty tone.
"My jacket is NOT STUPID! It is. . . precious to me," Sirius said dramatically.
"Plagiarist," Remus intoned. "Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring, when Gandalf is reading that thing from Aragorn's ancestor. The kingy guy. of Gondor."
"Thank you, Mr. Technical," Peter replied, rolling his eyes. "Let's go. Just give him the stupid jacket, Padfoot."
"Fine. But don't keep it any longer than you absolutely have to."
"Oh, I won't." Remus sniffed the jacket. "Hey. . . this smells like Andrea Bones's per-"
"Let's not discuss it," Sirius cut in. "There is a perfectly reasonable explanation, and I will tell you when Lily is not here."
Peter gasped in horror. "Andrea BONES? That slut? Tell me you haven't sunk that low, Sirius!"
"NO, Peter. If you had LISTENED, you would have heard me say that there is a perfectly reas-"
"Can you gentlemen please get off the plane, now?" the stewardess interrupted.
"Yeah, really, Sirius, you were the one whining to leave," Remus jeered.
"shut up, Remus."
"Remus? Remus Lupin?" the stewardess inquired. "The trolley guy?"
"No. Let's go."
And they hurried out, Remus pushing them the whole way.