The Day Lupin And Sirius Threw A Party At Grimmauld Place And Invited Many
Strange People
It was late at night on an early spring day. Lupin was hanging around outside number twelve, in order to get all the people they had invited into the house. Most of them had no idea how to get in, since the house was only visible to people who knew where it was.
A few more guests arrived by car.
"Hello, I'm over here," Lupin called at them, as one of them locked the car's doors.
"Ah, good, I was afraid we wouldn't be able to find it," said one of them, a man with remarkably blue eyes.
"No faith in my navigation skills, Jason?" said another man, with a remarkable voice.
"No, no," said the man called Jason apologetically, "that's not it, I just thought that I didn't see a number twelve."
"That's right," said Lupin, leading them to a bare patch of earth next to number thirteen. "Just think of the address, okay?"
The small group of people did what they were asked, although the man who had obviously navigated them seemed somewhat cynical.
And there it was, number twelve, in all its gory.
"Okay, since you're the last to arrive, I'm going in with you," whispered Lupin, opening the front door. "But, please, be QUIET!" The others nodded and he went in first to lead them to the kitchen.
The kitchen was crammed with people. The most surprising bit about it was the fact that, apart from Lupin, Sirius and Tonks, the guests were all Muggles.
"Never been in a place like this before," commented Jason, looking around him.
There were apparently people from all around Europe; this reflected in their accents, tones of their skins and their dress. There was a small group of young women standing around Sirius, sighing at every word he said. Lupin caught a drift from his monologue as he passed.
".........but personally, I think I like you best," Sirius was telling a small, pretty, dark-haired girl. "You had gripped my attention as soon as you came in; I love latex." He softly stroked her cheek with his index and she swooned.
In another corner of the room, a group of girls and men was gathered round Tonks, who avidly drank in all their attention, questions and open admiration.
Lupin preferred to settle back with a drink, and he had just started a conversation with his small Dutch friend, Jason and someone who called herself a 'cheese lover' (this had somehow made Jason slightly nervous), when Snape came sweeping in.
"Lupin," he called form the door. "I have removed that horrible painting. What do I get in return?"
Lupin never needed to answer this question, because as soon as Snape had finished, a gulf of goth girls carried him into the kitchen and started to caress him.
"Remus," said Sirius suspiciously, "what painting is he talking about?"
"The painting of your mother, Padfoot," Lupin said, grinning slightly.
"Moony!" exclaimed Sirius, flinging his arms around Lupin. "That's a marvellous birthday present!"
"But – it's not your birthday," said Lupin, frowning.
"I don't care," said Sirius, releasing his friend and grinning broadly.
Not long after Snape's message, the guests were spread all around the house, making far too much noise. Lupin didn't care, as long as they had fun.
Around five in the morning, he became a bit tired, and since he usually slept through far worse noise, he decided to say good bye to the people still left in the kitchen and make for his room.
When he opened the door, he saw someone was already there.
"Oh, sorry," he told Snape and twenty or so goth girls, who were occupying his bed. "I'll go somewhere else."
He finally found a small place next to Buckbeak in the straw that covered the floor of the Hippogriff's room.
"Good night, Beaky," said Lupin, and fell into a deep sleep.
It was late at night on an early spring day. Lupin was hanging around outside number twelve, in order to get all the people they had invited into the house. Most of them had no idea how to get in, since the house was only visible to people who knew where it was.
A few more guests arrived by car.
"Hello, I'm over here," Lupin called at them, as one of them locked the car's doors.
"Ah, good, I was afraid we wouldn't be able to find it," said one of them, a man with remarkably blue eyes.
"No faith in my navigation skills, Jason?" said another man, with a remarkable voice.
"No, no," said the man called Jason apologetically, "that's not it, I just thought that I didn't see a number twelve."
"That's right," said Lupin, leading them to a bare patch of earth next to number thirteen. "Just think of the address, okay?"
The small group of people did what they were asked, although the man who had obviously navigated them seemed somewhat cynical.
And there it was, number twelve, in all its gory.
"Okay, since you're the last to arrive, I'm going in with you," whispered Lupin, opening the front door. "But, please, be QUIET!" The others nodded and he went in first to lead them to the kitchen.
The kitchen was crammed with people. The most surprising bit about it was the fact that, apart from Lupin, Sirius and Tonks, the guests were all Muggles.
"Never been in a place like this before," commented Jason, looking around him.
There were apparently people from all around Europe; this reflected in their accents, tones of their skins and their dress. There was a small group of young women standing around Sirius, sighing at every word he said. Lupin caught a drift from his monologue as he passed.
".........but personally, I think I like you best," Sirius was telling a small, pretty, dark-haired girl. "You had gripped my attention as soon as you came in; I love latex." He softly stroked her cheek with his index and she swooned.
In another corner of the room, a group of girls and men was gathered round Tonks, who avidly drank in all their attention, questions and open admiration.
Lupin preferred to settle back with a drink, and he had just started a conversation with his small Dutch friend, Jason and someone who called herself a 'cheese lover' (this had somehow made Jason slightly nervous), when Snape came sweeping in.
"Lupin," he called form the door. "I have removed that horrible painting. What do I get in return?"
Lupin never needed to answer this question, because as soon as Snape had finished, a gulf of goth girls carried him into the kitchen and started to caress him.
"Remus," said Sirius suspiciously, "what painting is he talking about?"
"The painting of your mother, Padfoot," Lupin said, grinning slightly.
"Moony!" exclaimed Sirius, flinging his arms around Lupin. "That's a marvellous birthday present!"
"But – it's not your birthday," said Lupin, frowning.
"I don't care," said Sirius, releasing his friend and grinning broadly.
Not long after Snape's message, the guests were spread all around the house, making far too much noise. Lupin didn't care, as long as they had fun.
Around five in the morning, he became a bit tired, and since he usually slept through far worse noise, he decided to say good bye to the people still left in the kitchen and make for his room.
When he opened the door, he saw someone was already there.
"Oh, sorry," he told Snape and twenty or so goth girls, who were occupying his bed. "I'll go somewhere else."
He finally found a small place next to Buckbeak in the straw that covered the floor of the Hippogriff's room.
"Good night, Beaky," said Lupin, and fell into a deep sleep.