Chapter 3
We decided to meet in the Room of Requirement. Now, normally I wouldn't ever show that room to anyone. My friends and I found it and we planned to keep it a secret. I don't even think Dumbledore knows about it. But Mendez and I have to make sure we won't get caught. You have no idea what getting caught in an empty classroom with Rose Mendez could do to my social level. Like, I said, Dumbledore doesn't know about the room so we won't get caught. I've managed to slip in to James that I tried a prank without him and got caught and received detention every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday for the next month. I did get a bad lecture from Remus since he usually makes sure we don't get caught but at least now I have an excuse.
I sat in the common room, with James, Remus and Peter. I was watching James and Remus play chess. It was never sure who would win. Usually whoever castled first lost because they had to resort to extreme means to save their king. Alright, so I can play a bit of chess but I don't like trying to outwit Moony. He's way too studious and my all around dictionary. That reminded me, "Moony, what does 'indubitably' mean?"
Remus looked up from the game while James did a quick bit of cheating by putting his bishop back on the board and taking away Remus' pawn which was about to reach the edge of the board. Remus said, "It means... unquestionably, certainly, definitely and without a doubt," Remus said off the top of his head easily. "Why?"
I shrugged, smirking a bit as James tried to look innocent as Remus turned back to the game. "No reason. Just curious." Remus seemed to believe this answer and didn't seem to notice anything wrong with the board. He moved his knight, "Checkmate, you cheater." Hey, sometimes you can get thing past Moony, and sometimes you can't.
Tuesday marked the middle of September, and everyone was used to classes by now. But I was starting my classes with Rose today. That basically put a damper on most things I usually took pleasure in. like tripping Snivellus down the hall, or giving Dew one of my signature smiles, or giving James a little nudge every time Evans passed by, making both of them blush. I didn't do any of it today. James was too busy ogling Evans to notice. Sure, that girl has developed quite nicely but does it make her that wantable? Is wantable a word? Well, too bad it's my word now. Anyway, sure all the guys in our grade agree she's quite beautiful but they tend to back off. Even they know that when one of them messes with James' girl, they mess with the marauders. Don't ask me how she became James' girl when she still tries to act like she hated him. 'Tries' is the key word here. And I'm getting so bloody tired of James trying to leave her alone a bit because now she's noticing him and they should just snog and get over it.
Classes for the day finally ended and I was regretting more and more making that deal with Mendez but a deal is a deal. And Blacks, even if I do despise my family except for Andromeda, don't back out of deals. We find loopholes, but we never back out. And I'm sirius about that. Damn, how old is that joke? No one uses it anymore. It got old after the third years made it in my very first year here. I gave them the once over and said if they couldn't come up with anything better than that overly used joke, they should be back in first years learning what the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane is. Much to my surprise they walked away because they didn't remember what the difference between the two are. In case you're wondering, they're the same thing.
I got up from my half done Charms essay on the Fidelius Charm and said, "Detention, Moony. Gives Prongs my condolences on his present situation."
"Will do," said Remus absentmindedly as his hand raced across the paper writing the same essay as I was with tiny letters at an abnormal speed.
I opened the portrait and went through the hole and shut it quietly. "Good evening, Ophelia," I said to the portrait most knew as the Fat Lady. I, besides my comrades, was maybe the only student who knew her name. She very well loved us for it.
She smiled, flattered as usual by me and my good looks, "Good evening Mr. Black. Where are you headed on this fine evening? Dare, I say, where you usually are?"
I smiled, "But of course. Doing things I shouldn't be doing, in places I shouldn't be, with people I shouldn't be with." It was all too true today. "I'm afraid I might be a bit after curfew tonight. I do hope you won't penalize me for it."
The Fat Lady chuckled merrily, "Have I ever before?"
"Thank you, Ophelia," I said as I walked away. "By the way, you look ravishing this evening," I said over my shoulder as I turned the corner out of sight but still her flustered giggles were heard.
I walked down to where the door should be across from the tapestry but found no door there. But someone was there.
"You're late," Rose said stiffly, standing up, book in hand as usual.
"I had to get away from my friends. You know, people who hang out with you and care about where you are and what you're doing?" I said swiftly back. She didn't answer with a biting remark like she usually did.
"I don't know how to get in," she said in her always quiet voice.
I rolled my eyes, "Walk back and forth three times thinking of what you want in the room and a door will appear," I said like if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She snarled, wow at lest it sounded like a snarl, under her breath and stalked just like a told her too and, just like I said, a door appeared. She opened it and walked inside.
I walked in after her and closed the door behind me. I turned around to see the room. She was gazing around in awe that this room actually existed. The room was big and rectangular. There was a chandelier but not a really big source of light. The real source of light was the fire and torches around the room. On the far left of me there was another door and across the room was a black board and a loan desk in front of it. Closer to me was a table much like the ones in the library but much nicer and not so rickety with on chair on either side. There was a bookshelf to the right of me.
"Is a desk really necessary?" I asked looking at the lone desk in front of the black board.
Se nodded and dropped her book on the table before proceeding to the blackboard. "You first. Sit" She said pointing to the chair.
I groaned. What had I gotten myself into?
We decided to meet in the Room of Requirement. Now, normally I wouldn't ever show that room to anyone. My friends and I found it and we planned to keep it a secret. I don't even think Dumbledore knows about it. But Mendez and I have to make sure we won't get caught. You have no idea what getting caught in an empty classroom with Rose Mendez could do to my social level. Like, I said, Dumbledore doesn't know about the room so we won't get caught. I've managed to slip in to James that I tried a prank without him and got caught and received detention every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday for the next month. I did get a bad lecture from Remus since he usually makes sure we don't get caught but at least now I have an excuse.
I sat in the common room, with James, Remus and Peter. I was watching James and Remus play chess. It was never sure who would win. Usually whoever castled first lost because they had to resort to extreme means to save their king. Alright, so I can play a bit of chess but I don't like trying to outwit Moony. He's way too studious and my all around dictionary. That reminded me, "Moony, what does 'indubitably' mean?"
Remus looked up from the game while James did a quick bit of cheating by putting his bishop back on the board and taking away Remus' pawn which was about to reach the edge of the board. Remus said, "It means... unquestionably, certainly, definitely and without a doubt," Remus said off the top of his head easily. "Why?"
I shrugged, smirking a bit as James tried to look innocent as Remus turned back to the game. "No reason. Just curious." Remus seemed to believe this answer and didn't seem to notice anything wrong with the board. He moved his knight, "Checkmate, you cheater." Hey, sometimes you can get thing past Moony, and sometimes you can't.
Tuesday marked the middle of September, and everyone was used to classes by now. But I was starting my classes with Rose today. That basically put a damper on most things I usually took pleasure in. like tripping Snivellus down the hall, or giving Dew one of my signature smiles, or giving James a little nudge every time Evans passed by, making both of them blush. I didn't do any of it today. James was too busy ogling Evans to notice. Sure, that girl has developed quite nicely but does it make her that wantable? Is wantable a word? Well, too bad it's my word now. Anyway, sure all the guys in our grade agree she's quite beautiful but they tend to back off. Even they know that when one of them messes with James' girl, they mess with the marauders. Don't ask me how she became James' girl when she still tries to act like she hated him. 'Tries' is the key word here. And I'm getting so bloody tired of James trying to leave her alone a bit because now she's noticing him and they should just snog and get over it.
Classes for the day finally ended and I was regretting more and more making that deal with Mendez but a deal is a deal. And Blacks, even if I do despise my family except for Andromeda, don't back out of deals. We find loopholes, but we never back out. And I'm sirius about that. Damn, how old is that joke? No one uses it anymore. It got old after the third years made it in my very first year here. I gave them the once over and said if they couldn't come up with anything better than that overly used joke, they should be back in first years learning what the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane is. Much to my surprise they walked away because they didn't remember what the difference between the two are. In case you're wondering, they're the same thing.
I got up from my half done Charms essay on the Fidelius Charm and said, "Detention, Moony. Gives Prongs my condolences on his present situation."
"Will do," said Remus absentmindedly as his hand raced across the paper writing the same essay as I was with tiny letters at an abnormal speed.
I opened the portrait and went through the hole and shut it quietly. "Good evening, Ophelia," I said to the portrait most knew as the Fat Lady. I, besides my comrades, was maybe the only student who knew her name. She very well loved us for it.
She smiled, flattered as usual by me and my good looks, "Good evening Mr. Black. Where are you headed on this fine evening? Dare, I say, where you usually are?"
I smiled, "But of course. Doing things I shouldn't be doing, in places I shouldn't be, with people I shouldn't be with." It was all too true today. "I'm afraid I might be a bit after curfew tonight. I do hope you won't penalize me for it."
The Fat Lady chuckled merrily, "Have I ever before?"
"Thank you, Ophelia," I said as I walked away. "By the way, you look ravishing this evening," I said over my shoulder as I turned the corner out of sight but still her flustered giggles were heard.
I walked down to where the door should be across from the tapestry but found no door there. But someone was there.
"You're late," Rose said stiffly, standing up, book in hand as usual.
"I had to get away from my friends. You know, people who hang out with you and care about where you are and what you're doing?" I said swiftly back. She didn't answer with a biting remark like she usually did.
"I don't know how to get in," she said in her always quiet voice.
I rolled my eyes, "Walk back and forth three times thinking of what you want in the room and a door will appear," I said like if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She snarled, wow at lest it sounded like a snarl, under her breath and stalked just like a told her too and, just like I said, a door appeared. She opened it and walked inside.
I walked in after her and closed the door behind me. I turned around to see the room. She was gazing around in awe that this room actually existed. The room was big and rectangular. There was a chandelier but not a really big source of light. The real source of light was the fire and torches around the room. On the far left of me there was another door and across the room was a black board and a loan desk in front of it. Closer to me was a table much like the ones in the library but much nicer and not so rickety with on chair on either side. There was a bookshelf to the right of me.
"Is a desk really necessary?" I asked looking at the lone desk in front of the black board.
Se nodded and dropped her book on the table before proceeding to the blackboard. "You first. Sit" She said pointing to the chair.
I groaned. What had I gotten myself into?