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Another sort-of in between chapter. Sorry.
This is another note I think is important enough for the top of the page. I have recently been made aware that Rowling never once called MWP&P The Marauders. The only Marauder reference as far as I know is the map. Unfortunately writing out the four names is far too much a headache, so I'll be jumping on the bandwagon once or twice and calling them Marauders as a group. After all, they are so exclusive (it seems) that they should have a name, and I don't see Sirius going for a name like "The Porcupines" ;-P. I'm sorry that was so long, back to the story folks!
Chapter 3
The Marauders entered the Great Hall the next morning, and immediately the murmuring and pointing began. The boys had had some trouble deciding how Sirius was going to get around, and finally had settled for putting Sirius in the outer pocket of James' robe till they could figure something better out. He was now peering out with some embarrassment. He had been attempting to convince McGonagall, (whom he now referred to as 'the evil, incompetent Transfiguration hag') that he should be allowed to eat meals in his dorm room, but she would hear nothing of it.
*Evil, twisted hag....* he thought, as his friends chose a spot at the table and sat down.
Up in the clouds (at least from Sirius' point of view) at the staff table, Dumbledore leaned over to McGonagall and seemed, to Sirius, to be amusedly congratulating her. Indeed, when he looked up he seemed to have an extra twinkle in his eye.
Sirius' frown deepened, as he struggled out of James' pocket and fell into a graceless heap on the table, inches from the platter of eggs.
James looked down, and then asked Sirius what he wanted to eat. Sirius scowled in return, and James just gave him a tea saucer with a small amount of toast and eggs, which made Sirius scowl even more as he sat down on the edge of the plate. A teacup he would have been knee-high in was filled with pumpkin juice and a coffee stirrer/straw. Sirius scowled some more.
"Hey, at least we've only got four more meals now." Remus tried, and then sighed, as Sirius scowled. Remus finished quickly, then glanced around, spotted his Ravenclaw girlfriend Ella*, and raced off to join her table.
Sirius scowled, then glared up at James. "Can we leave already?" He wined.
James complied, and they walked off. The next day and a half passed very slowly to Sirius, and he actually found himself looking forward to leaving where he didn't have to worry about what his friends, and in particularly girls, thought. James packed up both his and Sirius' trunks.
They boarded the Hogwart's Express, and it took off. Sirius was finally starting to relax as James and Peter planned on changing the color of Snivellus' robes, and maybe adding a few slogans.
'Pranking is good for the soul' Sirius thought.
Finally, several hours and a shouting at for James by Evans, the Hogwart's Express reached Platform 9 and ¾, and Sirius looked forward gloomily to the next two months.
*She shouldn't be in this story at all again. Maybe in a future one though, I'd like to get the chance to develop her as a character. I thought, despite the probability factor, that Remus needed a girlfriend. I DO NOT see him as some sort of 'babe-magnet', but I think he deserves someone.
Btw, I'm sorry recent chapters have been rather short. I'm still in the 'stage setting' sort of mode. It should get better.
Ok, also, Sirius' voice is fainter to his friends because of his size, but they can still hear him.
Another sort-of in between chapter. Sorry.
This is another note I think is important enough for the top of the page. I have recently been made aware that Rowling never once called MWP&P The Marauders. The only Marauder reference as far as I know is the map. Unfortunately writing out the four names is far too much a headache, so I'll be jumping on the bandwagon once or twice and calling them Marauders as a group. After all, they are so exclusive (it seems) that they should have a name, and I don't see Sirius going for a name like "The Porcupines" ;-P. I'm sorry that was so long, back to the story folks!
Chapter 3
The Marauders entered the Great Hall the next morning, and immediately the murmuring and pointing began. The boys had had some trouble deciding how Sirius was going to get around, and finally had settled for putting Sirius in the outer pocket of James' robe till they could figure something better out. He was now peering out with some embarrassment. He had been attempting to convince McGonagall, (whom he now referred to as 'the evil, incompetent Transfiguration hag') that he should be allowed to eat meals in his dorm room, but she would hear nothing of it.
*Evil, twisted hag....* he thought, as his friends chose a spot at the table and sat down.
Up in the clouds (at least from Sirius' point of view) at the staff table, Dumbledore leaned over to McGonagall and seemed, to Sirius, to be amusedly congratulating her. Indeed, when he looked up he seemed to have an extra twinkle in his eye.
Sirius' frown deepened, as he struggled out of James' pocket and fell into a graceless heap on the table, inches from the platter of eggs.
James looked down, and then asked Sirius what he wanted to eat. Sirius scowled in return, and James just gave him a tea saucer with a small amount of toast and eggs, which made Sirius scowl even more as he sat down on the edge of the plate. A teacup he would have been knee-high in was filled with pumpkin juice and a coffee stirrer/straw. Sirius scowled some more.
"Hey, at least we've only got four more meals now." Remus tried, and then sighed, as Sirius scowled. Remus finished quickly, then glanced around, spotted his Ravenclaw girlfriend Ella*, and raced off to join her table.
Sirius scowled, then glared up at James. "Can we leave already?" He wined.
James complied, and they walked off. The next day and a half passed very slowly to Sirius, and he actually found himself looking forward to leaving where he didn't have to worry about what his friends, and in particularly girls, thought. James packed up both his and Sirius' trunks.
They boarded the Hogwart's Express, and it took off. Sirius was finally starting to relax as James and Peter planned on changing the color of Snivellus' robes, and maybe adding a few slogans.
'Pranking is good for the soul' Sirius thought.
Finally, several hours and a shouting at for James by Evans, the Hogwart's Express reached Platform 9 and ¾, and Sirius looked forward gloomily to the next two months.
*She shouldn't be in this story at all again. Maybe in a future one though, I'd like to get the chance to develop her as a character. I thought, despite the probability factor, that Remus needed a girlfriend. I DO NOT see him as some sort of 'babe-magnet', but I think he deserves someone.
Btw, I'm sorry recent chapters have been rather short. I'm still in the 'stage setting' sort of mode. It should get better.
Ok, also, Sirius' voice is fainter to his friends because of his size, but they can still hear him.