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Chapter 2 - "GAMBLERS BLUES"

*You know I lost all ma money,

In a no good gambling game

Yes I lost all ma money in a no good gamblen game

Outta all ma bad luck, kept gambling just the same.*

There's only one thing I hate about gambling. The smoke. Now don't get me wrong, I smoke. And yes, I know it's bad for you. So don't start bitching about that little detail because no matter how big you make the warning labels I'm still gonna smoke the little death sticks. With that understood I'd also like to say that I may smoke, but I don't like to breathe the shit.

"DEALER BUST!"

"Aww Shit!" Sniggering Sirius took the twenty galleons that we had been betting from Alan Gust. Blackjack is Sirius' game. He almost never busts, and rarely under scores by more than five points. Sighing, and taking a shot of whisky I let my mind wonder as Brent shuffled the cards. Remus wasn't here yet and I knew tonight wasn't a full moon.

"Hey, we need seven to play 'Up the cauldron' where's your guy James?" I inhaled deeply trying to get at least a wisp of air and said

"he'll be here, I told him eight thirty by accident." That was a lie, I told him seven forty five and the bastard better show up. I hate covering for people. Hell Remus probably didn't even know how to play cards. I just invited him to be kind. Truth be told he's a really nice guy, prefect and all.

"Well damn James, we've only been doing Saturday night games since third year. So I guess I can see why you would tell someone the wrong time. I mean two whole freakin years is hardly enough to memorize the time at which we meet." Did I mention that my good old friend Sirius is not the dumbass people presume him to be? He can actually accidentally drop his act and be his normal intelligent self.

"Sorry I'm late! Don't wail on James! It's my fault!" Remus burst through the door. Mounties to the rescue.

"Damnd straight it's your fault.." Mumbled Cade Buuke, and I shot him a warning glance. The guy didn't really like Remus that much. Their were certain cliques at Hogwarts not matter if the teachers wanted to admit it or not. We were the 'elite' group. Remus was more of the leader of the 'Hippies'. They weren't druggies, but they were those laid back kind of people. Those people who preached:

"Do you know how much these trees have done for you?! Do you know what your eating on?! TREES! YOUR EATING ON TREES! But noooo you can't appreciate the trees! God forbid you THANK THEM!..." Cade hates trees. (he had run-in with the womping willow two years ago) And even though Remus has never that I know of said anything awe inspiring about trees, some of his people have. Therefore Cade hates Remus because Cade hates trees. I tell you, some people really have got some issues.

"Can we just get the game started?"

"Amen!" screamed Sirius as he started to deal. "The game's down the graveyard ladies. Five card straights win, no cauldrons, no Rulers, and No count em' NO pretty bitches." Let take a minute to explain. The wizard's card deck is similar to the muggle ones. (The only reason I know this is because Sirius actually collects decks.) There's all the basics. Ones, deuces, threes, all the way up to ten.

Then it get kind of tricky. The muggle "Jack" is a wizarding "Elf" and instead of being worth ten points it's worth twenty.

Then there's the muggle "Queen". The wizaring "queen" is a very lovely looking witch. Which is why Sirius calls the "Pretty bitches". They are also worth twenty.

Next is the "rulers" which is the equivalent to the muggle "King". Those are worth fifteen.

And last there's cauldrons, those are "aces" but they're worth thirty.

* * *

After almost loosing all the spending money my father had sent me for this month; I decided to kick back and do some watching instead of contributing to my friends wallets.

"Pass me a beer enh James?" Asked Preston, who was still staring hard at his cards like that would make them change.

"Sure." I reached over behind me and saw that the classroom clock read three twenty am. "Uggh, I think we should turn in after Sirius and Remus are done battling it to the death." They all mumbled in agreement as I passed Preston a lite beer. We never got drunk at card games. It was a rule we had made the first year we started.

Mainly because this time wasn't meant for our drugs. This time was meant to be friend time. Smoking and drinking a little was just something all seven of us did. excluding Remus, he hadn't picked up a butt all night, but he sure as hell was knocking back the liquor. Damn that boy could hold his liquor.

"Holy shit." Cade's whisper was barely heard but understood emmiadatly. Remus had actually won the game. Sirius and everyone else's mouth was hanging open as we stared at the winning hand. Remus kind of shrunk back into his seat self-consciously as Sirius began to talk out the game to himself. Blackjack may be Sirius' game but down the graveyard was his bitch. Every time it was Sirius' turn to pick the game we all knew to not bet too much because he was the master at it. But now, this-this new guy to card night, -who I knew all of them were going to tell me not to bring back after Sirius whipped the floor with him- had just BEAT SIRIUS BLACK.

"Umm.." Remus was beginning to sweat even more than the rest of us. I mean the room was hot but this kid just looked plain nervous. "I gotta go." He got up at the speed of light and shot out the room down the hall. Not even caring to be careful I got right up, and went after him.

"Remus! Remus wait up!" I must have forgotten that it was THREE SOMETHING IN THE MORNING, and that we were suppose to be in the tower FOUR HOURS AGO. Because I was yelling like it was three in the afternoon instead. Maybe the smoke had gotten to me?

"What?" He turned around and the light from the crescent moon shown into his face.

"It's ok that you won you know? I mean we're not going to beat you up. It's just a little.shocking." He let out a sarcastic bark of laughter and I blinked trying to focus on what he was about to say. Okay, maybe I was a little drunk. We all break the rules, that's what they're there for.

"James, the last thing I'm scared of is your posse beating me up."

"Then what is it?"

"I-I-haveagamblingproblem." Closeing my eyes for a really long blink I looked at him and scratched my head in confusion.

"Wha??"

"I SAID. I have a gambling problem. I kind of. know how to hustle the cards."

"Aww-some." Ok, now I know I was drunk. I do not say 'awww-some.'.

"No James, not awesome. Bummer would be the word used here." He walked over to a bench that set in front a particular huge court yard window. Sitting next to him I asked

"So how'd you learn?"

"Me Granddad. He used to have me hustle at the parks so he'd have some extra money for cigs. Pretty ingénues plan if you ask me. I mean no one really suspected that a six year old could beat them." Nodding my head, I stared out the window taking in the night. It would be sunrise in a few hours, maybe I should just stay up.

* * *

"Wake up!" If who ever it was didn't stop shaking me I would wake them up even more then they were already.

"Hello?? Are you deaf?" Inching open my eyes I saw a blurry virsion of a girls Hogwarts uniform.

"What time is it..?"

"Six, and if you don't get up and get cleaned up McGonagall is going to find your sorry ass and smell the liquor on you. You wouldn't want that to happen now would you?" Why yes. That was the whole purpose of me being here, where ever here is. I was out to get screamed at for downing too much alcohol and be put on probation. It was my pan all along. Dun fucking dun dunnn.

"No." I felt whoever it was lift my head up and look at me. God her hands felt nice, all cold but warm at the same time. I hoped she wouldn't let go.

"You a mess Potter. Who the hell did you fight with?" Well THAT must explain whymy head hurt so bad. A fight. I must have gotten in a fight. Shame I couldn't remember who won, damn. "Come on.." she (whoever she was) slipped her arm under mine and began to pull me up with my help. We walked for quite awhile until we came to a room that smelled kind of like a loo. She leaned me down to the hard ground and I heard water.

"Uggh. What day is it? Where am i? Shit, who am i?" I finally opened my eyes and saw the last person I thought I would. Lily Evans. She crouched by me with a wet rage and smiled.

"Today, is Sunday, your in the girls loo, and you kind at the moment sir are James Potter."

"Ahh, and why are you kind miss talking to me? I thought you hated me for no apparent reason at all?" She smiled again as she pressed the cool rag to my left eye.

"Well, I was taking my morning jog and I saw you laying in the middle of the court yard. So I went over and saw it was YOU not just some person. At first I wasn't going to help, but I came to find that I don't hate you at all when your so post smashed and beaten up that you can't talk or hum or move.."

"Well gee, thanks. I'll try and imitate a rock more often so you'll like me." That smile came up again and I actually considered becoming a rock just so she would stay here and smile at me.

"Well, I see your getting that famous wit back."

"Only for you darling."

"Don't call me darling."

"Alright. Just as long as you don't call me Windex." "Why Windex?"

"Dunno, saw the stuff at a muggle shop once. Sirius sprayed it all over me. Hate the stuff."

"Ohh. Well," She sighed as she began to stand. "I've got to be going."

"Why so?"

"Because, if I stay any longer I fear I might start to not hate you when your in actual person mode."

"I see, is that such a bad thing Tellie?"

"Tellie? Why did you call me tellie?"

"Dunno, saw it in a muggle shop once and I loved it."

"Oh, well sorry milkshake, but I think it might just be."

"Be?"

"Yes, be-a bad thing."

"Oh, well why milkshake?"

"Because," She said smiling down at me, " They're quite a nice and sweet treat to have to eat. But if you eat too many they'll make you sick." She walked out the door and this time I was smiling. She thought I was a milkshake -whatever that was-. Not quite as good as a tellie, but hell, she thought I was a milkshake.

*now We loose dat no good money

set around wit your head hung down

Yea when you loose dat no good money

You set round wit your head hung down,

Wake up da next morning happy,

Higher than the best gambler in dis town.*

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