Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Could it be....an update??? Well, I am
kinda getting tired of this, but I'll be happy to keep it if I get reviews,
'cause if it's not liked I'd rather spend time on something else.
Disclaimer—I do not own the characters that are J.K. Rowlings in this
story. I do like Marie and Walter though, and I think I can claim them.
This chapter is just one I wanted to do. Kinda goes off the 'plot' I am
planning, but I guess it is kind of important too.....
Chapter 9 Dragging heavy feet up the stairs, Sirius reflected on the eventfulness of his day. After his captivity with Lily, he had been subjected to one of the longest lectures of his life on responsibility and taking care of himself. Then he'd had to go to dinner, where Walter had continued his lecture, Lily and Marie had gloated, and James had alternated between staring at Lily and snoring. Then Ignor had decided it would be wonderful fun to chase him across the table a few times. When Mr. Potter had refused to put the cat out, Sirius had called him a conspirator to murder. Mr. Potter told him he was a good source of entertainment, and that he needed the excercise. He was ready for bed, needless to say, and he was ready to do some conspiring of his own. Normally he would include James in his plots, but as his former best friend had done nothing to save him from the cat, James would have to be included among 'the enemy.' Somehow in the course of the day his list of enemies had come to include everyone else who lived in the house. Isabella had almost stepped on him, and Mrs. Potter had accidentally spilt her wine on him at the dinner table.
'They are all enemies. Not a one will escape my wrath.' He thought. 'Now to make my plans.'
He walked sleepily to his bedroom, deciding that sleep would be the best thing to come up with one of the 'diabolical plans of mayhem' that he was known for around Hogwarts. 'Hogwarts, how I miss thou." He thought. 'With your malcontented ghosts, filthy passage ways, freezing corridors, evil-infested forests.... but at least there are only idiot Slytherins to battle there! Give me Snape over Marie any day....' Tired, he stumbled over to his bed. Kicking off his shoes, he started to climb in, then felt something. His eyes opened with shock as what he saw and felt registered. There was a body in his bed. And from the looks of it, it was dead.
He stood stock still for a moment, and then screamed.
James sighed, as he turned away from the bed he'd been about to climb into. Sirius again. 'I wonder if there are any circuses in need of a clown...I wonder how much they'd pay for him...' thought James.
Coughing quietly, he pushed the door open, then walked over to the little house.
"Sirius? Are you in there? What's wrong?" asked James, as he pulled open the wall to peer into the dark little room.
"Body...there's a body...dead...someone's been killed...I bet Lily did it...or her secret agent-clone Marie...it's dead, James..." Sirius whimpered from the far corner of the room, and pointed a shaking finger at his innocent-looking bed.
James reached over toward it, and pulled down the sheets. Lying on top of the bed was.....a Barbie. A very plastic, harmless, Muggle Ken(male) Barbie. James laughed out loud, then, unable to contain himself, fell over howling.
"Hey! What are you laughing about? That's sick man! That person is dead! Why aren't you getting Mr. Potter? Sirius was standing with his hands on his hips, looking seriously affronted and disgusted with James's behavior.
"Si...Si, it's not a body...not a real one...it's a DOLL....." James took one look at the dawning comprehension on Sirius's face and fell back on the floor.
Sirius waited for James to pick himself back up and tried to ignore the doll. The doll, which was not a body. His cheeks blushed pink at the very thought. But how was he supposed to have known? He voiced similar sentiments to James.
"Well Si, if the plastic didn't clue you in, the painted-on face should have! I mean, how many people die with big smiles? And anyway," he said, picking up the Ken doll, "this particular one has a pull-cord so it can talk." He pulled it. 'Will you marry me, Barbie?' He pulled it again. 'Let's go camping!'
Sirius's face got redder and redder. "That's enough already!" He said, stomping away to open his bathroom door. He pulled it open, the cried out as another Barbie, a female one in pink cheerleading clothes, fell out of the room and on top of him.
"Murder attempt!! Someone is trying to kill me!" He cried, as he struggled to get out from under the doll, while it in turn tried to strangle him with its long hair.
James picked the doll up, and dropped it on the floor next to the Ken. He was going to have to talk to Marie about picking up after himself. Or else ask Walter to talk to her...yes, that was definitely the safer plan of action.
"Okay, I am fine now. Please leave." said Sirius, as he sulked over to his bed and sat down.
"Goodnight Si." said James, shaking his head as his best friend stuck his tongue out moodily. He left, and Sirius curled up in bed, revenge plan already partially formed in his mind. Okay..........if you have any ideas for his revenge, review and tell me! Or review anyway....I don't mind. Please? Please Review.... Hobbitinguard: Thank you very much. I hope I did ok too! I'm glad it made you smile; it is worth writing if it does. Have a good day! Justin Saine: Haha. No puking here, don't worry, I've written some reviews like that myself. Here's the update! Thanks for reviewing.
Chapter 9 Dragging heavy feet up the stairs, Sirius reflected on the eventfulness of his day. After his captivity with Lily, he had been subjected to one of the longest lectures of his life on responsibility and taking care of himself. Then he'd had to go to dinner, where Walter had continued his lecture, Lily and Marie had gloated, and James had alternated between staring at Lily and snoring. Then Ignor had decided it would be wonderful fun to chase him across the table a few times. When Mr. Potter had refused to put the cat out, Sirius had called him a conspirator to murder. Mr. Potter told him he was a good source of entertainment, and that he needed the excercise. He was ready for bed, needless to say, and he was ready to do some conspiring of his own. Normally he would include James in his plots, but as his former best friend had done nothing to save him from the cat, James would have to be included among 'the enemy.' Somehow in the course of the day his list of enemies had come to include everyone else who lived in the house. Isabella had almost stepped on him, and Mrs. Potter had accidentally spilt her wine on him at the dinner table.
'They are all enemies. Not a one will escape my wrath.' He thought. 'Now to make my plans.'
He walked sleepily to his bedroom, deciding that sleep would be the best thing to come up with one of the 'diabolical plans of mayhem' that he was known for around Hogwarts. 'Hogwarts, how I miss thou." He thought. 'With your malcontented ghosts, filthy passage ways, freezing corridors, evil-infested forests.... but at least there are only idiot Slytherins to battle there! Give me Snape over Marie any day....' Tired, he stumbled over to his bed. Kicking off his shoes, he started to climb in, then felt something. His eyes opened with shock as what he saw and felt registered. There was a body in his bed. And from the looks of it, it was dead.
He stood stock still for a moment, and then screamed.
James sighed, as he turned away from the bed he'd been about to climb into. Sirius again. 'I wonder if there are any circuses in need of a clown...I wonder how much they'd pay for him...' thought James.
Coughing quietly, he pushed the door open, then walked over to the little house.
"Sirius? Are you in there? What's wrong?" asked James, as he pulled open the wall to peer into the dark little room.
"Body...there's a body...dead...someone's been killed...I bet Lily did it...or her secret agent-clone Marie...it's dead, James..." Sirius whimpered from the far corner of the room, and pointed a shaking finger at his innocent-looking bed.
James reached over toward it, and pulled down the sheets. Lying on top of the bed was.....a Barbie. A very plastic, harmless, Muggle Ken(male) Barbie. James laughed out loud, then, unable to contain himself, fell over howling.
"Hey! What are you laughing about? That's sick man! That person is dead! Why aren't you getting Mr. Potter? Sirius was standing with his hands on his hips, looking seriously affronted and disgusted with James's behavior.
"Si...Si, it's not a body...not a real one...it's a DOLL....." James took one look at the dawning comprehension on Sirius's face and fell back on the floor.
Sirius waited for James to pick himself back up and tried to ignore the doll. The doll, which was not a body. His cheeks blushed pink at the very thought. But how was he supposed to have known? He voiced similar sentiments to James.
"Well Si, if the plastic didn't clue you in, the painted-on face should have! I mean, how many people die with big smiles? And anyway," he said, picking up the Ken doll, "this particular one has a pull-cord so it can talk." He pulled it. 'Will you marry me, Barbie?' He pulled it again. 'Let's go camping!'
Sirius's face got redder and redder. "That's enough already!" He said, stomping away to open his bathroom door. He pulled it open, the cried out as another Barbie, a female one in pink cheerleading clothes, fell out of the room and on top of him.
"Murder attempt!! Someone is trying to kill me!" He cried, as he struggled to get out from under the doll, while it in turn tried to strangle him with its long hair.
James picked the doll up, and dropped it on the floor next to the Ken. He was going to have to talk to Marie about picking up after himself. Or else ask Walter to talk to her...yes, that was definitely the safer plan of action.
"Okay, I am fine now. Please leave." said Sirius, as he sulked over to his bed and sat down.
"Goodnight Si." said James, shaking his head as his best friend stuck his tongue out moodily. He left, and Sirius curled up in bed, revenge plan already partially formed in his mind. Okay..........if you have any ideas for his revenge, review and tell me! Or review anyway....I don't mind. Please? Please Review.... Hobbitinguard: Thank you very much. I hope I did ok too! I'm glad it made you smile; it is worth writing if it does. Have a good day! Justin Saine: Haha. No puking here, don't worry, I've written some reviews like that myself. Here's the update! Thanks for reviewing.