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Sorry! I had to delete all of the comments and reviews in spite of revising the previous chapter, aye, it was horrible, so many errors and such. Well! Anyways, here's the second chapter, not that great, rather messy. EnJoY!
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The snow had just begun to fall as most students sluggishly made their way to the Great Hall. It was the most tranquil Sunday afternoon and most students who chose to sleep in and miss breakfast were now exceedingly hungry for something edible. Of course, there was always those few others who had been up since dawn, slaughtering the day full with activities such as playing various games within their common rooms and sitting by the fire's warmth, only to fall cozily off to sleep; some on the floor while others choosing the soft protective padding of the common room couches.
Sirius, who had left recently the presence of Professor McGonagall, was already planning his designation within his head. Walking briskly past loitering students within the halls, Sirius was keen on finding as to where his friends were located; although it was Sirius who was willing to bet all the clothes he was wearing, that they were somewhere in the Great Hall busily munching away on their lunches.
After descending three flights of moving stairs, dodging two giggling girls who he was sure belonged to one of his "fan clubs," Sirius finally stood before the two doors that led to the 'feasting room', as he and his three friends liked to call it.
As the boy casually strolled through the entrance, the conversation that he had had with Professor McGonagall came vividly into his mind, this time with more of the finer points to be noted and mused over. As if in bold print, the word "punishment" seemed to dance around.
Why had she said "punishment" instead of "detentions?" What exactly was up Professor McGonagall's sleeve that she was planning to hurl at him unexpectedly? After all, the word "punishment" was a vague word, indeed.
'But then of course, detention or else what, there was nothing Sirius Black couldn't handle.' The marauder thought to himself as he surveyed the chattering room before him, watching his steps as he headed off toward the end of the Gryffindor table, an area specially reserved for him and his three friends; an area that came across as quite useful for plotting the next prank to be played.
Of course, like the other three house tables, there was enough room for spreading out, yet one could never be as too careful of snitches and sneaks.
Still, if one hadn't known any better, it would have seemed quite astonishing that four massive wooden tables, large enough for comfortable seating provisions, could fit inside any room. But then again, those who did know any better, would not be able to tell anyone that Hogwarts was indeed the school to challenge secrets as well as manage to fit four massive tables cozily into a hall.
Sure, so why four: Hogwarts, not being just any school, contained four groupings that categorized personality and characteristic. The Slytherin table lied to the farther left side of the hall, where certain students were mostly clad in green and silver. To the right of the Slytherin table came the Huffelpuff table, where the chattering mostly seemed to be coming from. 'Gossip,' Sirius expected.
To the right of the Huffelpuff table, came Ravenclaw, a house decent enough to be next to Gryffindor, a point constantly made by the Gryffindor house. And speaking of Gryffindor, the only position left was that of being the table next to the Ravenclaws', and also closest to the right wall, the wall that was the farthest away and opposite, mind you, of the Slytherin table.
Sirius, disturbingly spotted Angie and her little crew talking hastily at the Ravenclaw table, and thought it best for his physical state to take the longer route around to avoid their fiery wrath. Of course, the longer route meant passing by the Slytherin table, a table that openly displayed their dislike toward Sirius and the other marauders.
Because for those who knew Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, it was hardly a surprise to find that they loved to be a pain in the arse for the Slytherins. Well, as much as it was a surprise to find pulp in one's orange juice.
As Sirius passed, it was as though the Slytherin students had marked the day on their calendars, for with steady haste and readiness, they bombarded the well-deserving marauder with all sorts of greasy, staining foods, topping off their assault with a splash of sticky pumpkin juice.
The walking Sirius, now the sprinting Sirius, cursed under his breath as the Slytherin table shared a moment of scattered applause and fits of laughter. Still, Sirius weighed it pragmatically that being laughed at was not nearly as bad as what Angie and gang would have done.
Shudder.
Slowing his pace, the lunch-covered marauder came closer to the end of the Gryffindor table, and it was an obvious observation that his two friends were much too deep in conversation to even take notice as Sirius approached them. So as usual, the teenage boy who very much smelled like pumpkin at the moment, sat down in his usual spot.
Plopping himself next to a boy with sandy brown hair, with bangs that were constantly covering his shiny hazel eyes, Sirius sat up as straight as he could to demonstrate a vertical challenge for the boy next to him. The boy, although tall for sitting down, was still not quite as tall as Sirius Black, who had striking black hair and shimmering brown eyes that could devour you with one look, and GAWD, the charming smile that-Ahem, back to the story.
Sirius: o-b-s-e-s-s-e-v-e
(A/N: Am not! And that's not how your spell 'obsessive' dear friend.)
Sirius: Damn you
(A/N: After you. And if you dun mind, I'd like to finish my descriptions so I can get along with this dialogue. You mind?)
Sirius: You're the one rambling on.
Anyways.
The boy with hazel brown eyes that were rimmed by his brown-tanned hair, and height that supposedly was a bit shorter than Sirius' was Remus Lupin, a boy who seemed to be intently listening to a boy across from him. Sirius couldn't see why so attentively, as the conversation seemed to be an insignificant one, with the words "Lily" and "celery sticks" thrown randomly in.
The person who was initiating the conversation, sat across from Remus and had the appearance of someone who had just finished with a weathered game of Quidditch; shaggy black hair that was constantly disheveled upon his forehead as well as round black glasses that lay slightly askew. Thee glasses covered his dark glazing brown eyes that contained specks of silver within them. The rambling young chap, was of course Sirius Black's best friend, James Potter.
"So I told her, I wasn't the one trying to hex her while her back was turned. Damn, that girl makes me so-just-so-so damn mad." James, who seemed to be talking for a lengthy period without breathing, inhaled sharply looking down at his lunch plate. Glancing to Sirius, Remus followed James' objective and both seemed to just notice the boy's arrival.
Sirius who raised his eyebrows spoke first. "That deep of a conversation? Or have I just been subordinated into a lower class not to your liking?"
Overlooking Sirius' sarcasm, "What did Professor McGonagall have to say?" James replied with a smirk lingering upon his lips.
Looking from Remus to James, Sirius had settled on the decision to be definitely in the mood to play around with their all too little concerns for his well-being.
With an all too fake, quivering lip, "She-she," Sirius looked quickly away and did his very best to keep a wide grin from surfacing to his face. Turning back to face his two friends, Sirius stared deadpanned at the table's wooden surface.
"She-me-trouble." Sirius quivered his bottom lip once more and swung his arms onto the table, burying his head within them, fake-sobbing loud enough for the whole Gryffindor table to hear him.
"James! She's expelling me! Expelling! ExPeLlInG mE!" Sirius faked another sob through his arms and tried his best to bury his laughter.
But it was all too bad Sirius's face was buried within his arms because the horrific expressions upon his two best friend's faces was what Sirius would define as priceless.
"WHAT? She can't expel you! She-she, just can't!" James tried his best say over Sirius's loud phony sobs, which was sounding more like fits of laughter now.
"Yeah!" Remus piped in. 'Squeaky, he always sounds squeaky when he's panicky.' Thought Sirius.
"She-you must have misheard her, Sirius."
James, who was now nudging Sirius on the shoulders along with Remus, took over the conversation. "Besides, Padfoot, the whole prank had a lot to do with us too, she'll have to expel all of us."
Remus, with his hazel eyes pertaining to a size that could possibly not get any larger, nodded his head vigorously and began to pat Sirius on the back, who was still muffling his sobs with his arms.
In the midst of this, Sirius's two loyal (yet gullible) friends watched him as his eyes peeked through the top of a barrier of crossed arms. And seeing mischief in his eyes, Black's sobs and sniffles turned hastily into incontrollable laughter and snorts.
Others within the Great Hall, who had been watching with mild interest, saw this as their cue to shrug and go back to their lunch plates. This also was the cue in which Sirius's two friends were to act in frustration concerning the silly joke.
As Sirius sat up from his sulking position at the wooden table, James slapped Sirius on his laughing head. Remus, although imitating James's actions, added a roll of the eyes and an additional punch to Sirius' arm.
"Ow! Moony, I'm very fragile." Sirius stated as he tried to manage his amusement.
"Honestly Padfoot, have you no pride?" Remus gestured to the few, yet still staring spectators who seemed to be naturally interested in sobbing Sirius Blacks. "Wait, dumb question, don't answer that."
"Oh please, I mean, pride, Moony? I do recall to mind a certain someone taking the blame for a certain action due to the fact that certain people *cough*, decided on not sharing the invisibility cloak. Humph, so you're the two who are mad? If anything I do believe I'm the one who ought to be mad at you, fair enough?"
The marauders minus Black seemed to be considering this fine new idea. "You know Moony, for once he actually does have a point, astonishing so for that matter."
And now with the tables settled in a turned position, James and Remus appeared to be the ones with a smirk playing at their lips.
Sirius flashed an expression of non-interest at the two, "That, may I add, was not very funny either," He declared before stuffing his face with sandwiches.
As if the events of that morning had just been replayed vividly in front of James' and Remus' eyes, the two doubled over laughing. James and Remus, both forgetting their definition of pride.
"Oh, I thought it was plenty humorous," James said in between sessions of laughter.
"Yes, you ought to have seen your face, Padfoot," Remus added, "I thought you were about to faint from suffocation when Angelina lifted you off the ground."
This mental picture made both James and Remus grab their sides in a way that it appeared that their laughing was causing them intense soreness.
Sirius, who was continuing to devour his sandwiches, however, looked as if this mocking conversation was plainly not occurring and simply stared over the heads of his two friends.
"I'm sure it was quite a funny image, seeing it as you two were quite hidden and quite very far away from the grip of Angie," Sirius shrugged. "At least she smelled nice. Peach and Nectarine."
"It's not our fault you couldn't find some extra room in the cloak," Remus said as he wiped a laughter tear from his eye, "Must be gaining some extra pounds I suppose."
Sirius looked up as he pushed his sandwich plate away from him, "Where IS Peter anyhow?" He said as if the mentioning of extra pounds had triggered a relevance to this boy named Peter.
James shrugged, "Looked like he was in a bit of a hurry and ran off this morning, prolly thought you'd hex him or something relating to that matter."
Sirius just nodded at James's comment.
"Hmmm, Padfoot, what exactly happened to you?" James gestured to Sirius's hair and robes, which were covered in globs of pumpkin juice and a pink pastry crème.
Sirius observed himself as if just realizing he had been covered in a collaboration of food.
"Well Prongs, I was attacked by an irritated food cupboard while making my way down the hall," Sirius commented in a detectable sarcastic tone then gestured his head toward the Slytherin table. "I'll see to it later."
And indeed he would.
Students were slowly rising from their tables, some with more energetic movements than others; their chattering confirmed their whereabouts of dispersing and rumor said there was to be a snowball fight.
Sirius, cleaning himself up with his wand, walked along side James and Remus.
"So Padfoot, what DID McGonagall actually assign to you as a detention?" James questioned as they trio departed out into the courtyard, an area covered in a fine layer of unscathed snow. "Polishing shoes? Sweeping the floors? Working with the house elves?"
"Erm, no, no, and no," Sirius responded. "Actually, she hasn't even told me yet. And honestly, I'm not even sure if it's going to end up as a detention this time. She sounded like she was arranging something entirely fresh. Perhaps it'll be an award, a medal for being such a good chum and taking responsibility for my fellow students."
Both James and Remus snorted as they pushed together a quantity of snow in order to structure a fort wall.
"Whatever it is, hopefully it's Angelina free," James said with a smirk. "I have a feeling she just might finish the job of throwing you out one of the windows."
"Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, then." Remus muttered, earning a death glare and snowball to the head from Sirius.
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Yay, done! Next chappy will be up when I get reviews. I know I'm delaying the whole plot, but I'm trying to break that whole cliché of humor fics being somewhat short and well, you know fluffy. I want to add some drama into it this, not too angsty, but enough for some newfound class. Well, just attempting a demonstration of new angles and such. Thanks for reading!
Sorry! I had to delete all of the comments and reviews in spite of revising the previous chapter, aye, it was horrible, so many errors and such. Well! Anyways, here's the second chapter, not that great, rather messy. EnJoY!
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The snow had just begun to fall as most students sluggishly made their way to the Great Hall. It was the most tranquil Sunday afternoon and most students who chose to sleep in and miss breakfast were now exceedingly hungry for something edible. Of course, there was always those few others who had been up since dawn, slaughtering the day full with activities such as playing various games within their common rooms and sitting by the fire's warmth, only to fall cozily off to sleep; some on the floor while others choosing the soft protective padding of the common room couches.
Sirius, who had left recently the presence of Professor McGonagall, was already planning his designation within his head. Walking briskly past loitering students within the halls, Sirius was keen on finding as to where his friends were located; although it was Sirius who was willing to bet all the clothes he was wearing, that they were somewhere in the Great Hall busily munching away on their lunches.
After descending three flights of moving stairs, dodging two giggling girls who he was sure belonged to one of his "fan clubs," Sirius finally stood before the two doors that led to the 'feasting room', as he and his three friends liked to call it.
As the boy casually strolled through the entrance, the conversation that he had had with Professor McGonagall came vividly into his mind, this time with more of the finer points to be noted and mused over. As if in bold print, the word "punishment" seemed to dance around.
Why had she said "punishment" instead of "detentions?" What exactly was up Professor McGonagall's sleeve that she was planning to hurl at him unexpectedly? After all, the word "punishment" was a vague word, indeed.
'But then of course, detention or else what, there was nothing Sirius Black couldn't handle.' The marauder thought to himself as he surveyed the chattering room before him, watching his steps as he headed off toward the end of the Gryffindor table, an area specially reserved for him and his three friends; an area that came across as quite useful for plotting the next prank to be played.
Of course, like the other three house tables, there was enough room for spreading out, yet one could never be as too careful of snitches and sneaks.
Still, if one hadn't known any better, it would have seemed quite astonishing that four massive wooden tables, large enough for comfortable seating provisions, could fit inside any room. But then again, those who did know any better, would not be able to tell anyone that Hogwarts was indeed the school to challenge secrets as well as manage to fit four massive tables cozily into a hall.
Sure, so why four: Hogwarts, not being just any school, contained four groupings that categorized personality and characteristic. The Slytherin table lied to the farther left side of the hall, where certain students were mostly clad in green and silver. To the right of the Slytherin table came the Huffelpuff table, where the chattering mostly seemed to be coming from. 'Gossip,' Sirius expected.
To the right of the Huffelpuff table, came Ravenclaw, a house decent enough to be next to Gryffindor, a point constantly made by the Gryffindor house. And speaking of Gryffindor, the only position left was that of being the table next to the Ravenclaws', and also closest to the right wall, the wall that was the farthest away and opposite, mind you, of the Slytherin table.
Sirius, disturbingly spotted Angie and her little crew talking hastily at the Ravenclaw table, and thought it best for his physical state to take the longer route around to avoid their fiery wrath. Of course, the longer route meant passing by the Slytherin table, a table that openly displayed their dislike toward Sirius and the other marauders.
Because for those who knew Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, it was hardly a surprise to find that they loved to be a pain in the arse for the Slytherins. Well, as much as it was a surprise to find pulp in one's orange juice.
As Sirius passed, it was as though the Slytherin students had marked the day on their calendars, for with steady haste and readiness, they bombarded the well-deserving marauder with all sorts of greasy, staining foods, topping off their assault with a splash of sticky pumpkin juice.
The walking Sirius, now the sprinting Sirius, cursed under his breath as the Slytherin table shared a moment of scattered applause and fits of laughter. Still, Sirius weighed it pragmatically that being laughed at was not nearly as bad as what Angie and gang would have done.
Shudder.
Slowing his pace, the lunch-covered marauder came closer to the end of the Gryffindor table, and it was an obvious observation that his two friends were much too deep in conversation to even take notice as Sirius approached them. So as usual, the teenage boy who very much smelled like pumpkin at the moment, sat down in his usual spot.
Plopping himself next to a boy with sandy brown hair, with bangs that were constantly covering his shiny hazel eyes, Sirius sat up as straight as he could to demonstrate a vertical challenge for the boy next to him. The boy, although tall for sitting down, was still not quite as tall as Sirius Black, who had striking black hair and shimmering brown eyes that could devour you with one look, and GAWD, the charming smile that-Ahem, back to the story.
Sirius: o-b-s-e-s-s-e-v-e
(A/N: Am not! And that's not how your spell 'obsessive' dear friend.)
Sirius: Damn you
(A/N: After you. And if you dun mind, I'd like to finish my descriptions so I can get along with this dialogue. You mind?)
Sirius: You're the one rambling on.
Anyways.
The boy with hazel brown eyes that were rimmed by his brown-tanned hair, and height that supposedly was a bit shorter than Sirius' was Remus Lupin, a boy who seemed to be intently listening to a boy across from him. Sirius couldn't see why so attentively, as the conversation seemed to be an insignificant one, with the words "Lily" and "celery sticks" thrown randomly in.
The person who was initiating the conversation, sat across from Remus and had the appearance of someone who had just finished with a weathered game of Quidditch; shaggy black hair that was constantly disheveled upon his forehead as well as round black glasses that lay slightly askew. Thee glasses covered his dark glazing brown eyes that contained specks of silver within them. The rambling young chap, was of course Sirius Black's best friend, James Potter.
"So I told her, I wasn't the one trying to hex her while her back was turned. Damn, that girl makes me so-just-so-so damn mad." James, who seemed to be talking for a lengthy period without breathing, inhaled sharply looking down at his lunch plate. Glancing to Sirius, Remus followed James' objective and both seemed to just notice the boy's arrival.
Sirius who raised his eyebrows spoke first. "That deep of a conversation? Or have I just been subordinated into a lower class not to your liking?"
Overlooking Sirius' sarcasm, "What did Professor McGonagall have to say?" James replied with a smirk lingering upon his lips.
Looking from Remus to James, Sirius had settled on the decision to be definitely in the mood to play around with their all too little concerns for his well-being.
With an all too fake, quivering lip, "She-she," Sirius looked quickly away and did his very best to keep a wide grin from surfacing to his face. Turning back to face his two friends, Sirius stared deadpanned at the table's wooden surface.
"She-me-trouble." Sirius quivered his bottom lip once more and swung his arms onto the table, burying his head within them, fake-sobbing loud enough for the whole Gryffindor table to hear him.
"James! She's expelling me! Expelling! ExPeLlInG mE!" Sirius faked another sob through his arms and tried his best to bury his laughter.
But it was all too bad Sirius's face was buried within his arms because the horrific expressions upon his two best friend's faces was what Sirius would define as priceless.
"WHAT? She can't expel you! She-she, just can't!" James tried his best say over Sirius's loud phony sobs, which was sounding more like fits of laughter now.
"Yeah!" Remus piped in. 'Squeaky, he always sounds squeaky when he's panicky.' Thought Sirius.
"She-you must have misheard her, Sirius."
James, who was now nudging Sirius on the shoulders along with Remus, took over the conversation. "Besides, Padfoot, the whole prank had a lot to do with us too, she'll have to expel all of us."
Remus, with his hazel eyes pertaining to a size that could possibly not get any larger, nodded his head vigorously and began to pat Sirius on the back, who was still muffling his sobs with his arms.
In the midst of this, Sirius's two loyal (yet gullible) friends watched him as his eyes peeked through the top of a barrier of crossed arms. And seeing mischief in his eyes, Black's sobs and sniffles turned hastily into incontrollable laughter and snorts.
Others within the Great Hall, who had been watching with mild interest, saw this as their cue to shrug and go back to their lunch plates. This also was the cue in which Sirius's two friends were to act in frustration concerning the silly joke.
As Sirius sat up from his sulking position at the wooden table, James slapped Sirius on his laughing head. Remus, although imitating James's actions, added a roll of the eyes and an additional punch to Sirius' arm.
"Ow! Moony, I'm very fragile." Sirius stated as he tried to manage his amusement.
"Honestly Padfoot, have you no pride?" Remus gestured to the few, yet still staring spectators who seemed to be naturally interested in sobbing Sirius Blacks. "Wait, dumb question, don't answer that."
"Oh please, I mean, pride, Moony? I do recall to mind a certain someone taking the blame for a certain action due to the fact that certain people *cough*, decided on not sharing the invisibility cloak. Humph, so you're the two who are mad? If anything I do believe I'm the one who ought to be mad at you, fair enough?"
The marauders minus Black seemed to be considering this fine new idea. "You know Moony, for once he actually does have a point, astonishing so for that matter."
And now with the tables settled in a turned position, James and Remus appeared to be the ones with a smirk playing at their lips.
Sirius flashed an expression of non-interest at the two, "That, may I add, was not very funny either," He declared before stuffing his face with sandwiches.
As if the events of that morning had just been replayed vividly in front of James' and Remus' eyes, the two doubled over laughing. James and Remus, both forgetting their definition of pride.
"Oh, I thought it was plenty humorous," James said in between sessions of laughter.
"Yes, you ought to have seen your face, Padfoot," Remus added, "I thought you were about to faint from suffocation when Angelina lifted you off the ground."
This mental picture made both James and Remus grab their sides in a way that it appeared that their laughing was causing them intense soreness.
Sirius, who was continuing to devour his sandwiches, however, looked as if this mocking conversation was plainly not occurring and simply stared over the heads of his two friends.
"I'm sure it was quite a funny image, seeing it as you two were quite hidden and quite very far away from the grip of Angie," Sirius shrugged. "At least she smelled nice. Peach and Nectarine."
"It's not our fault you couldn't find some extra room in the cloak," Remus said as he wiped a laughter tear from his eye, "Must be gaining some extra pounds I suppose."
Sirius looked up as he pushed his sandwich plate away from him, "Where IS Peter anyhow?" He said as if the mentioning of extra pounds had triggered a relevance to this boy named Peter.
James shrugged, "Looked like he was in a bit of a hurry and ran off this morning, prolly thought you'd hex him or something relating to that matter."
Sirius just nodded at James's comment.
"Hmmm, Padfoot, what exactly happened to you?" James gestured to Sirius's hair and robes, which were covered in globs of pumpkin juice and a pink pastry crème.
Sirius observed himself as if just realizing he had been covered in a collaboration of food.
"Well Prongs, I was attacked by an irritated food cupboard while making my way down the hall," Sirius commented in a detectable sarcastic tone then gestured his head toward the Slytherin table. "I'll see to it later."
And indeed he would.
Students were slowly rising from their tables, some with more energetic movements than others; their chattering confirmed their whereabouts of dispersing and rumor said there was to be a snowball fight.
Sirius, cleaning himself up with his wand, walked along side James and Remus.
"So Padfoot, what DID McGonagall actually assign to you as a detention?" James questioned as they trio departed out into the courtyard, an area covered in a fine layer of unscathed snow. "Polishing shoes? Sweeping the floors? Working with the house elves?"
"Erm, no, no, and no," Sirius responded. "Actually, she hasn't even told me yet. And honestly, I'm not even sure if it's going to end up as a detention this time. She sounded like she was arranging something entirely fresh. Perhaps it'll be an award, a medal for being such a good chum and taking responsibility for my fellow students."
Both James and Remus snorted as they pushed together a quantity of snow in order to structure a fort wall.
"Whatever it is, hopefully it's Angelina free," James said with a smirk. "I have a feeling she just might finish the job of throwing you out one of the windows."
"Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, then." Remus muttered, earning a death glare and snowball to the head from Sirius.
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Yay, done! Next chappy will be up when I get reviews. I know I'm delaying the whole plot, but I'm trying to break that whole cliché of humor fics being somewhat short and well, you know fluffy. I want to add some drama into it this, not too angsty, but enough for some newfound class. Well, just attempting a demonstration of new angles and such. Thanks for reading!