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Disclaimer: In no shape or form or way or place or time do I own these creatures. They are not mine, nor will they ever be mine. *Gets on knees and sobs* Please, don't sue me.
Please, tidy away all trash within in the garbage bins as you leave the complex. If at any moment you feel nauseas and cannot control yourself in a healthy manner, please leave the vicinity, as the exits are located to your left and right. Please, enjoy the show-
BOOM!
"Ahhh!!!" A high-pitched scream echoed from what seemed like a room filled with grumpy teenager girls, very, very, grumpy teenage girls.
In what seemed like seconds after the bird-like-screeches, five or so girls flooded out from their bedroom and into the still torched-lit hallway, where four teenage boys were standing. Well, at least for a second's worth, because before any of the girls could notice, three of the four boys had vanished into "invisibility," leaving one fifth year boy with neat black hair, looking quite pale, unaccompanied in the long, cold, corridor.
The girls with their hair in massive tangles and still in their pajamas instantaneously directed their eyes to the one and only (A/N: and might I add quite stupid for waking teenage girls up in this hour) Sirius Black.
Sirius gave his predators a pitiable, so-called, smile, while in the process of mumbling something below his breath: a mumbling which undoubtedly sounded like "James, Remus, er Peter." And as if this was not of the extreme oddness already, the tall boy began to grab the castle air in all achievable angles around him. Apparently, there was something lingering within the open space of the corridor that was to be found, and although not quite visible to the naked eye, nevertheless, it was to be found.
It is to be understood that during the mad dash of girls, Sirius's good ol' chums had slipped slyly yet hastily beneath the concealment of the invisibility cloak, of course forgetting only one minor detail, or rather person in this case.
Snickers that came from certain unseen individuals could be heard from directly behind Sirius. It is these situations that may be filed into a memory category and later thought of in an analytical reminiscing approach. For was this moment an ironical incident which unfortunately brought a ruthless circumstance? Or was this moment of mere incongruous fate that helped to lessen the outcome of the latter circumstances.
No. This was surely an ironical incident, which would unfortunately bring ruthless circumstances.
Thus, as any common person would, the girls mistook the snickers that came from the invisible pack, as Sirius's own. And this was certainly unfortunate for Sirius.
"Oh, do you feel this is funny Sirius Black?" Said a girl who appeared to be leading the group and was sadly much taller than Sirius Black.
Sirius, forcing on a shaky, charming smile, began to make movements with his hands, an act due to uneasiness, all in all due to the fact of knowing what unpleasant measures these monsters would take toward him.
"Er, ladies, what happened is-well-you see-I was just walking-er-hoping to catch up with my three excellent, very helpful and caring, CARING friends along this corridor, and well, I honestly, have no clue as to what is going on nor do I know what I am. Doing. Here." Sirius's voice deflated toward the end of his sentence. His words were useless to this particular group and even he could see that his little speech had fallen flat to the cold stone ground. He had already lost.
The main girl who had spoken for the group before spoke up once again, this time in a much less cooperative voice; something in which added to her menacing appearance, altogether a much harsher exterior than the rest of the girls, most of whom Sirius thought to be quite cute in their moody status, pajamas, messy hair, ba-
"Black do you have any idea of what it's like to be woken up to have all your belongings magically falling from the ceiling?" Sirius struggled to continue smiling as versus the blank expression he felt more relation to.
The taller girl continued, only this time replacing whatever tapered patience she had before with an aggravated tone. "Do YOU know what it's like to have your pillow try and smother you? YOUR. PILLOW. SIRIUS BLACK!
The girls now were unconsciously advancing upon Black and his thoughts had ventured off into thinking that he ought to give up on that hopeful expectation that his friends would attempt to interfere. Indubitably, they'd save him from dragons with fatal poison based claws, rescue him from man eating fairies, but never, ever, would they intrude on the wrath of teenage girls. It was a suicide.without the promise of peaceful death.
"Angie," Sirius finally said as he tried to negotiate with the leader of the group, "Surely a smothering pillow wouldn't destroy our love engaging relationship." He backed into a stone wall and seeing that the girls had the "we're going to tear you from limb to limb you little dolt" look in their eyes, Sirius knew, he was going to die at the hands of bitter girls, against the icy castle wall.
Sirius swallowed hard as Angie grabbed the collar of his robes and lifted him mercilessly onto his tiptoes along with her face so close to Sirius's, he bet he could count every single hair to her moustache.
Moreover, just as this girl was about do whatever it was she was about to do, an indissoluble force of goodness was reached and the outcome of the situation would be changed; and a very good thing at that, as it was Angie's implications that she was about to chuck this defenseless boy out of the castle window.
And just when the girl might have done just that, an authoritative voice echoed sternly down the hall. Furthermore, along with the unyielding footsteps of a female's, Sirius could have sworn he had heard a hallelujah descending into the situation.
"Miss. Hasher, I suggest you let Mr. Black down now only if you would like to spare yourself detentions this week." A woman with the firm voice said.
Sirius knew that firm voice, he knew those unyielding footsteps, and he also knew that authoritative voice. True that he had never preferred to come into correlation with the blare of them, due to the fact that these noises symbolized one woman who gave out detention like no tomorrow. But Professor McGonagall, this great woman, was currently his savior, and he loved her for this.
The female professor strode hurriedly along the wall to where Sirius was being held up against and stood in an unnerving stance as she waited for Angelina to put the smirking marauder down.
Reluctantly, she did. Yet before Sirius could even slightly rejoice for his seconds' freedom, the grip had switched in a blink of an eye as Professor McGonagall seized Sirius's robes' collar in the same fashion Angelina had. Only this time, Sirius was not being forced in the direction against gravitational force of up-ness, but instead was being escorted away from the browbeaten group of girls; away from them, and off into the unknown lectures that inhabited Professor McGonagall's office.
Naturally, such an event as this would have most of the human population sobbing, fearing the likely reprimand of expulsion or suspension. perhaps even death; yet, Sirius was not sobbing nor fearing expulsion, perhaps it was not caring or the fact that this was merely a daily routine, but the fact is, is that marauder showed no alarm on the outside. And God hate him for that.
Elegant black hair and brown scintillating eyes, Black was quite famous for his pranks at Hogwarts; and well, also for other things that transpired in the seclusion of broom closets and dark corners located in the library. So with great popularity came the fashion of unwanted attention, such as those little fan clubs of Black's, who took it upon themselves to identify Sirius's favorite foods, to what kind of socks he was wearing each day; and although it was just recent that the marauder even knew he had had a fan club, thanks to help of Remus's observations, Sirius was finally understanding that these particular girls weren't exactly after his pranks.
Oddly enough, walking through the castle's halls with Professor McGonagall dragging Sirius by the collar attracted the attention of those lucky few passing through the halls. Many befuddled students stared openly at the odd pair as they made their way to the professor's office. Sirius would occasionally throw a wink at the girls he found making eye contact with him all the while the irritated professor would snort.
Finally what seemed like an hour, the professor and student reached the awaiting limbo-er office.
"Sit." Professor McGonagall said sternly as she motioned to close her office door. Sirius casually made his way to the chair in front of the professor's oak desk, he needed no telling twice.
The professor made her way around the desk without even eyeing the student that sat silently in front of it; finally sitting down, Professor McGonagall put on a composure of pure authority, a little something to scare the daylights out of any child. But instead carrying on, instead of speaking or lecturing or yelling or killing the Sirius Black she had facing her, she merely stared. And stared. And stared.
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And stared.
Sirius who had been watching his steps extremely closely up to this point, coughed to break the silence and the all too long of a stare, something that was truthfully beginning to scare the living daylights out of him, even though he would have never had admitted that to anyone. Yet perhaps this cough was not such a good option in choosing to crack the barrier of silence, for as the minutes flew by it had become harder to hide the mirth that had been hidden within him. Coughs, well, they involuntarily sometimes let out pieces of various emotions, such as, laughter.
"Tssk. The fifth time this week."
It was only the fourth, Sirius thought.
"What trouble, may I ask, have you brewed up this time?"
Does she really expect a confession.she obviously doesn't know all that much, then.
"Hmm, because whatever it is, I'm sure it is certainly not even in the slightest amusing."
Oh, but it is.
Professor McGonagall hardened her stare.
Perhaps not.
"Detention after detention, you and Mr. Pot-" Professor McGonagall froze in mid sentence observing something that just now appeared as noticeable to her. "And where may I ask is Mr. Potter?"
Sirius without thinking, spoke, "Er, James? He's, erm, washing his socks." Why these words were the only available words to be blurted out of such a genius, would never be known, yet it was that constant unjustifiable rule that he would stick to: Never would a marauder rat out his fellow comrades, no matter what the chilling circumstances may be. Yet, it was an additional to the reliable fact that Sirius would receive nothing more than a simple detention, and those were considerably harmless; therefore, Sirius really could not see the point in having his three friends be added in to the list of chastisement.
Professor McGonagall, apparently shocked, yet not as shocked at Sirius's statement, simply gazed with raised eyebrows.
"Well Mr. Black, maybe you yourself should take up such a lovely hobby as, er, washing socks. It would be such an improved twist to things, you know, compared to dashing off in pursue to cause chaos in the girl dorms." Professor McGonagall issued a critical stare.
Sirius, seeing this as his turn to respond, gleefully slapped the palms of his hands together as if this had settled the matter, and rose self- assuredly from his chair. "Right you are Professor," He said as he stylishly turned on his heel toward the office door. "Why, I think I might just see to that matter about now."
Professor McGonagall, however, had never actually intended of letting the black haired boy off that easily, and as soon as his hand gripped the office's doorknob, his hopes exceeding as high as she'd like, the professor spoke in a tone of conversational manner.
"Yes, charming idea Mr. Black. You see to that, and, oh, you will make sure to remember to stay after class on Monday to receive your punishment? Much easier for me, you see."
Sirius slouched at this, and before departing, glanced over at Professor McGonagall with a gleam of defeat surfacing upon his face. But it was her that was allowed the last few simple words.
"Scrub, scrub, scrub!" Professor McGonagall said with the beginning of a smile, playing at her lips.
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Review chums! Or else.Muwhaha- Yeah, just review, for the sake of all our sanity.
Disclaimer: In no shape or form or way or place or time do I own these creatures. They are not mine, nor will they ever be mine. *Gets on knees and sobs* Please, don't sue me.
Please, tidy away all trash within in the garbage bins as you leave the complex. If at any moment you feel nauseas and cannot control yourself in a healthy manner, please leave the vicinity, as the exits are located to your left and right. Please, enjoy the show-
BOOM!
"Ahhh!!!" A high-pitched scream echoed from what seemed like a room filled with grumpy teenager girls, very, very, grumpy teenage girls.
In what seemed like seconds after the bird-like-screeches, five or so girls flooded out from their bedroom and into the still torched-lit hallway, where four teenage boys were standing. Well, at least for a second's worth, because before any of the girls could notice, three of the four boys had vanished into "invisibility," leaving one fifth year boy with neat black hair, looking quite pale, unaccompanied in the long, cold, corridor.
The girls with their hair in massive tangles and still in their pajamas instantaneously directed their eyes to the one and only (A/N: and might I add quite stupid for waking teenage girls up in this hour) Sirius Black.
Sirius gave his predators a pitiable, so-called, smile, while in the process of mumbling something below his breath: a mumbling which undoubtedly sounded like "James, Remus, er Peter." And as if this was not of the extreme oddness already, the tall boy began to grab the castle air in all achievable angles around him. Apparently, there was something lingering within the open space of the corridor that was to be found, and although not quite visible to the naked eye, nevertheless, it was to be found.
It is to be understood that during the mad dash of girls, Sirius's good ol' chums had slipped slyly yet hastily beneath the concealment of the invisibility cloak, of course forgetting only one minor detail, or rather person in this case.
Snickers that came from certain unseen individuals could be heard from directly behind Sirius. It is these situations that may be filed into a memory category and later thought of in an analytical reminiscing approach. For was this moment an ironical incident which unfortunately brought a ruthless circumstance? Or was this moment of mere incongruous fate that helped to lessen the outcome of the latter circumstances.
No. This was surely an ironical incident, which would unfortunately bring ruthless circumstances.
Thus, as any common person would, the girls mistook the snickers that came from the invisible pack, as Sirius's own. And this was certainly unfortunate for Sirius.
"Oh, do you feel this is funny Sirius Black?" Said a girl who appeared to be leading the group and was sadly much taller than Sirius Black.
Sirius, forcing on a shaky, charming smile, began to make movements with his hands, an act due to uneasiness, all in all due to the fact of knowing what unpleasant measures these monsters would take toward him.
"Er, ladies, what happened is-well-you see-I was just walking-er-hoping to catch up with my three excellent, very helpful and caring, CARING friends along this corridor, and well, I honestly, have no clue as to what is going on nor do I know what I am. Doing. Here." Sirius's voice deflated toward the end of his sentence. His words were useless to this particular group and even he could see that his little speech had fallen flat to the cold stone ground. He had already lost.
The main girl who had spoken for the group before spoke up once again, this time in a much less cooperative voice; something in which added to her menacing appearance, altogether a much harsher exterior than the rest of the girls, most of whom Sirius thought to be quite cute in their moody status, pajamas, messy hair, ba-
"Black do you have any idea of what it's like to be woken up to have all your belongings magically falling from the ceiling?" Sirius struggled to continue smiling as versus the blank expression he felt more relation to.
The taller girl continued, only this time replacing whatever tapered patience she had before with an aggravated tone. "Do YOU know what it's like to have your pillow try and smother you? YOUR. PILLOW. SIRIUS BLACK!
The girls now were unconsciously advancing upon Black and his thoughts had ventured off into thinking that he ought to give up on that hopeful expectation that his friends would attempt to interfere. Indubitably, they'd save him from dragons with fatal poison based claws, rescue him from man eating fairies, but never, ever, would they intrude on the wrath of teenage girls. It was a suicide.without the promise of peaceful death.
"Angie," Sirius finally said as he tried to negotiate with the leader of the group, "Surely a smothering pillow wouldn't destroy our love engaging relationship." He backed into a stone wall and seeing that the girls had the "we're going to tear you from limb to limb you little dolt" look in their eyes, Sirius knew, he was going to die at the hands of bitter girls, against the icy castle wall.
Sirius swallowed hard as Angie grabbed the collar of his robes and lifted him mercilessly onto his tiptoes along with her face so close to Sirius's, he bet he could count every single hair to her moustache.
Moreover, just as this girl was about do whatever it was she was about to do, an indissoluble force of goodness was reached and the outcome of the situation would be changed; and a very good thing at that, as it was Angie's implications that she was about to chuck this defenseless boy out of the castle window.
And just when the girl might have done just that, an authoritative voice echoed sternly down the hall. Furthermore, along with the unyielding footsteps of a female's, Sirius could have sworn he had heard a hallelujah descending into the situation.
"Miss. Hasher, I suggest you let Mr. Black down now only if you would like to spare yourself detentions this week." A woman with the firm voice said.
Sirius knew that firm voice, he knew those unyielding footsteps, and he also knew that authoritative voice. True that he had never preferred to come into correlation with the blare of them, due to the fact that these noises symbolized one woman who gave out detention like no tomorrow. But Professor McGonagall, this great woman, was currently his savior, and he loved her for this.
The female professor strode hurriedly along the wall to where Sirius was being held up against and stood in an unnerving stance as she waited for Angelina to put the smirking marauder down.
Reluctantly, she did. Yet before Sirius could even slightly rejoice for his seconds' freedom, the grip had switched in a blink of an eye as Professor McGonagall seized Sirius's robes' collar in the same fashion Angelina had. Only this time, Sirius was not being forced in the direction against gravitational force of up-ness, but instead was being escorted away from the browbeaten group of girls; away from them, and off into the unknown lectures that inhabited Professor McGonagall's office.
Naturally, such an event as this would have most of the human population sobbing, fearing the likely reprimand of expulsion or suspension. perhaps even death; yet, Sirius was not sobbing nor fearing expulsion, perhaps it was not caring or the fact that this was merely a daily routine, but the fact is, is that marauder showed no alarm on the outside. And God hate him for that.
Elegant black hair and brown scintillating eyes, Black was quite famous for his pranks at Hogwarts; and well, also for other things that transpired in the seclusion of broom closets and dark corners located in the library. So with great popularity came the fashion of unwanted attention, such as those little fan clubs of Black's, who took it upon themselves to identify Sirius's favorite foods, to what kind of socks he was wearing each day; and although it was just recent that the marauder even knew he had had a fan club, thanks to help of Remus's observations, Sirius was finally understanding that these particular girls weren't exactly after his pranks.
Oddly enough, walking through the castle's halls with Professor McGonagall dragging Sirius by the collar attracted the attention of those lucky few passing through the halls. Many befuddled students stared openly at the odd pair as they made their way to the professor's office. Sirius would occasionally throw a wink at the girls he found making eye contact with him all the while the irritated professor would snort.
Finally what seemed like an hour, the professor and student reached the awaiting limbo-er office.
"Sit." Professor McGonagall said sternly as she motioned to close her office door. Sirius casually made his way to the chair in front of the professor's oak desk, he needed no telling twice.
The professor made her way around the desk without even eyeing the student that sat silently in front of it; finally sitting down, Professor McGonagall put on a composure of pure authority, a little something to scare the daylights out of any child. But instead carrying on, instead of speaking or lecturing or yelling or killing the Sirius Black she had facing her, she merely stared. And stared. And stared.
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And stared.
Sirius who had been watching his steps extremely closely up to this point, coughed to break the silence and the all too long of a stare, something that was truthfully beginning to scare the living daylights out of him, even though he would have never had admitted that to anyone. Yet perhaps this cough was not such a good option in choosing to crack the barrier of silence, for as the minutes flew by it had become harder to hide the mirth that had been hidden within him. Coughs, well, they involuntarily sometimes let out pieces of various emotions, such as, laughter.
"Tssk. The fifth time this week."
It was only the fourth, Sirius thought.
"What trouble, may I ask, have you brewed up this time?"
Does she really expect a confession.she obviously doesn't know all that much, then.
"Hmm, because whatever it is, I'm sure it is certainly not even in the slightest amusing."
Oh, but it is.
Professor McGonagall hardened her stare.
Perhaps not.
"Detention after detention, you and Mr. Pot-" Professor McGonagall froze in mid sentence observing something that just now appeared as noticeable to her. "And where may I ask is Mr. Potter?"
Sirius without thinking, spoke, "Er, James? He's, erm, washing his socks." Why these words were the only available words to be blurted out of such a genius, would never be known, yet it was that constant unjustifiable rule that he would stick to: Never would a marauder rat out his fellow comrades, no matter what the chilling circumstances may be. Yet, it was an additional to the reliable fact that Sirius would receive nothing more than a simple detention, and those were considerably harmless; therefore, Sirius really could not see the point in having his three friends be added in to the list of chastisement.
Professor McGonagall, apparently shocked, yet not as shocked at Sirius's statement, simply gazed with raised eyebrows.
"Well Mr. Black, maybe you yourself should take up such a lovely hobby as, er, washing socks. It would be such an improved twist to things, you know, compared to dashing off in pursue to cause chaos in the girl dorms." Professor McGonagall issued a critical stare.
Sirius, seeing this as his turn to respond, gleefully slapped the palms of his hands together as if this had settled the matter, and rose self- assuredly from his chair. "Right you are Professor," He said as he stylishly turned on his heel toward the office door. "Why, I think I might just see to that matter about now."
Professor McGonagall, however, had never actually intended of letting the black haired boy off that easily, and as soon as his hand gripped the office's doorknob, his hopes exceeding as high as she'd like, the professor spoke in a tone of conversational manner.
"Yes, charming idea Mr. Black. You see to that, and, oh, you will make sure to remember to stay after class on Monday to receive your punishment? Much easier for me, you see."
Sirius slouched at this, and before departing, glanced over at Professor McGonagall with a gleam of defeat surfacing upon his face. But it was her that was allowed the last few simple words.
"Scrub, scrub, scrub!" Professor McGonagall said with the beginning of a smile, playing at her lips.
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Review chums! Or else.Muwhaha- Yeah, just review, for the sake of all our sanity.