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Sue-Happy Lawyer: Hahaha!! We will get you! ReBelleRose (cowering): Nooooo! I have nothing, nothing, I tell you!
S-h L: We will squeeze the last drop of money out of your piggy bank!
RbR: I donÕt have a piggy bank. I have an empty sangria bottle. (J.K. Rowling comes out of clouds)
JK: SAY YOU DO NOT OWN IT AND ALL WILL BE FORGIVEN!! RbR: Okay. I donÕt own Harry Potter or affiliates, as all are trademarks of Random House, Joann Kathleen Rowling, and Warner Bros.
JK: That does very nicely, thank you.
I also donÕt own ÒMy HeartbeatÓ by Garret Freymann-Weyr, which is refernced to in this chapter. ItÕs a good book, go get it. ThereÕs a lot more to it than what Remus remembers.
Remus sat at the Gryfinndor House Table, as James, just back from Quidditch, and Sirius, just back from a suspicious broom closet, devoured the Minestrone.
ÒIÕm--slurp-- starving!Ó James ranted, not really bothering to swallow. ÒThat Evanswood is working us to the bone! ItÕs not as though weÕre about to have a match, either. ItÕs Hufflepuff versus Slytherin, next.Ó
Sirius said nothing. Remus decided to provide James with the illusion that someone was listening to him, and said ÒWhat day is the match?Ó
James took another slurp of soup before responding. ÒWhat, you mean Hufflepuff and Slytherin?Ó
ÒItÕs the only match anyone has mentioned, yeah.Ó
James was terse, having realized the difficulty of eating soup and talking at the same time. ÒFifteenth.Ó
Remus made an odd sound of assent through his nose, but Sirius asked, ÒDidnÕt someone say that Hufflepuff had a halfway decent chance of winning?Ó
ÒWell, -slurp-- now that Lestrange is in the hospital wing, and Gristeld was too stupid to arrange for back-up chasers, yeah, Hufflepuff should be one up.Ó
Sirius took up the conversation, and Remus thought that since he really was interested, it would be better to let him carry it on. He looked up at the enchanted ceiling. It was a clear, starry night, and the moon hadnÕt come out yet. RemusÕ older sister, Renata, had read a muggle book over the summer. It was called something like ÒMy HeartbeatÓ or ÒMy HeartbreakÓ. He didnÕt remember much of what it was about, except that the writerÕs last name had rhymed with ÒIÕm on fireÓ, that the girlÕs brother liked math, and the brotherÕs friend. The friendÕs name had been named James. The writer had talked about how James had Òhidden smiles and long, long, dark eyelashesÓ which only ever came out for the brother. Sirius was like that. They came out for James, the real not-in-the-book James, and Remus. Remus knew that the girls who chased Sirius were looking for one of those hidden smiles. HeÕd seen Lily get one, once, but sheÕd still stayed with James. There were as many girls who wanted Sirius as there were stars, Remus thought. Back to dinner.
Ò--so, anyways, the Kestrels are gonna get absolutely slaughtered by the Arrows, it should set them up for the Cup.Ó
Quidditch again.
ÒOh, did you hear about that Cannons game? Against the Falcons?Ó
ÒOh, that was painful. TheyÕre an insult to Quidditch itself. I didnÕt even know that a negative score was possible.Ó
ÒYeah, really.Ó
Remus looked down the table. Peter was in the hospital wing, thank merlin. HeÕd gotten hit in the face with a bludger while watching one of JamesÕ training sessions. Lily was chatting animatedly, cheeks glowing, with her friend Hestia and a petite 7th year named Emmeline Vance. A tall 5th year was introducing some of his friends; a redheaded boy and a very pretty girl, whom he knew as Molly.
Ogg, up at the teacherÕs table, was looking very fine in his combed navy silk robes, despite being a gamekeeper. He was quite a dandy.
Remus mentioned this to Sirius and James. ÒOggÕs looking fine, isnÕt he?Ó
Snorts of disbelief came as the two other boys saw Ogg. ÒWell, heÕs never given up hope with Sinistra, has he, now?Ó said James.
ÒItÕs a shame, there are so many other better-looking women who arenÕt gone all night.Ó James and Remus grinned at SiriusÕ remark. Hestia, who had overheard him, said ÒSIRIUS! EEeeew!Ó in a disbelieving voice, and swatted him.
ÒOy, James, what did Sirius say now?Ó Lily asked, walking over to sit next to James.
Remus answered. ÒAfter James refered to OggÕs apparent unrequited love for Sinistra, Sirius said, AND I quoteÓ At this, Remus cocked his head and assumed a breathy parody of SiriusÕs voice Ò ÔWell, there are so many other better-looking women who arenÕt gone all night.Ó
LilyÕs voice came, among giggles, ÒThat was, erm, uncalled for??Ó James pressed Lily closer to his side.
The bell rang; Remus realized that it was almost 7:30. He still had that essay to do for Arithmancy. He and the rest of the crowd slogged out of the hall, and into the common room, where the festivities would undoubtably continue.
Saved by the bell.
A/N: Yay! Thanks to all who reviewed! Hee. Okay, itÕs three reviews, but that I managed to even upload a document is big news to me. YÕalls can have some rainbow sprinkles. Also, I forgot my A/N and disclaimer last time, sorry to readers. This is my first ever fanfic, so, as always, push that magic little button down on the left and leave me some (drumroll please) constructive criticism! IÕm sure that someone will point out that this chapter really has no point, also, but IÕm trying to give you a taste of life at Hogwarts. Star-Shaped sprinkles to all who review.
I also donÕt own ÒMy HeartbeatÓ by Garret Freymann-Weyr, which is refernced to in this chapter. ItÕs a good book, go get it. ThereÕs a lot more to it than what Remus remembers.
Remus sat at the Gryfinndor House Table, as James, just back from Quidditch, and Sirius, just back from a suspicious broom closet, devoured the Minestrone.
ÒIÕm--slurp-- starving!Ó James ranted, not really bothering to swallow. ÒThat Evanswood is working us to the bone! ItÕs not as though weÕre about to have a match, either. ItÕs Hufflepuff versus Slytherin, next.Ó
Sirius said nothing. Remus decided to provide James with the illusion that someone was listening to him, and said ÒWhat day is the match?Ó
James took another slurp of soup before responding. ÒWhat, you mean Hufflepuff and Slytherin?Ó
ÒItÕs the only match anyone has mentioned, yeah.Ó
James was terse, having realized the difficulty of eating soup and talking at the same time. ÒFifteenth.Ó
Remus made an odd sound of assent through his nose, but Sirius asked, ÒDidnÕt someone say that Hufflepuff had a halfway decent chance of winning?Ó
ÒWell, -slurp-- now that Lestrange is in the hospital wing, and Gristeld was too stupid to arrange for back-up chasers, yeah, Hufflepuff should be one up.Ó
Sirius took up the conversation, and Remus thought that since he really was interested, it would be better to let him carry it on. He looked up at the enchanted ceiling. It was a clear, starry night, and the moon hadnÕt come out yet. RemusÕ older sister, Renata, had read a muggle book over the summer. It was called something like ÒMy HeartbeatÓ or ÒMy HeartbreakÓ. He didnÕt remember much of what it was about, except that the writerÕs last name had rhymed with ÒIÕm on fireÓ, that the girlÕs brother liked math, and the brotherÕs friend. The friendÕs name had been named James. The writer had talked about how James had Òhidden smiles and long, long, dark eyelashesÓ which only ever came out for the brother. Sirius was like that. They came out for James, the real not-in-the-book James, and Remus. Remus knew that the girls who chased Sirius were looking for one of those hidden smiles. HeÕd seen Lily get one, once, but sheÕd still stayed with James. There were as many girls who wanted Sirius as there were stars, Remus thought. Back to dinner.
Ò--so, anyways, the Kestrels are gonna get absolutely slaughtered by the Arrows, it should set them up for the Cup.Ó
Quidditch again.
ÒOh, did you hear about that Cannons game? Against the Falcons?Ó
ÒOh, that was painful. TheyÕre an insult to Quidditch itself. I didnÕt even know that a negative score was possible.Ó
ÒYeah, really.Ó
Remus looked down the table. Peter was in the hospital wing, thank merlin. HeÕd gotten hit in the face with a bludger while watching one of JamesÕ training sessions. Lily was chatting animatedly, cheeks glowing, with her friend Hestia and a petite 7th year named Emmeline Vance. A tall 5th year was introducing some of his friends; a redheaded boy and a very pretty girl, whom he knew as Molly.
Ogg, up at the teacherÕs table, was looking very fine in his combed navy silk robes, despite being a gamekeeper. He was quite a dandy.
Remus mentioned this to Sirius and James. ÒOggÕs looking fine, isnÕt he?Ó
Snorts of disbelief came as the two other boys saw Ogg. ÒWell, heÕs never given up hope with Sinistra, has he, now?Ó said James.
ÒItÕs a shame, there are so many other better-looking women who arenÕt gone all night.Ó James and Remus grinned at SiriusÕ remark. Hestia, who had overheard him, said ÒSIRIUS! EEeeew!Ó in a disbelieving voice, and swatted him.
ÒOy, James, what did Sirius say now?Ó Lily asked, walking over to sit next to James.
Remus answered. ÒAfter James refered to OggÕs apparent unrequited love for Sinistra, Sirius said, AND I quoteÓ At this, Remus cocked his head and assumed a breathy parody of SiriusÕs voice Ò ÔWell, there are so many other better-looking women who arenÕt gone all night.Ó
LilyÕs voice came, among giggles, ÒThat was, erm, uncalled for??Ó James pressed Lily closer to his side.
The bell rang; Remus realized that it was almost 7:30. He still had that essay to do for Arithmancy. He and the rest of the crowd slogged out of the hall, and into the common room, where the festivities would undoubtably continue.
Saved by the bell.
A/N: Yay! Thanks to all who reviewed! Hee. Okay, itÕs three reviews, but that I managed to even upload a document is big news to me. YÕalls can have some rainbow sprinkles. Also, I forgot my A/N and disclaimer last time, sorry to readers. This is my first ever fanfic, so, as always, push that magic little button down on the left and leave me some (drumroll please) constructive criticism! IÕm sure that someone will point out that this chapter really has no point, also, but IÕm trying to give you a taste of life at Hogwarts. Star-Shaped sprinkles to all who review.