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Hello, readers! Here's my chapter five, as you already know. I'm sorry about the delay! My computer room, which also serves as a bedroom for my older brother, is a complete mess. I lost my floppy disk! Somehow, it ended up on the total other side of the room, under a pile of clothes . . . Anyway, not a lot of action, but I promise, more will come up. On with the story!
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"So, what do you think?" Sirius asked the group in general as they lounged in their dormitory. He was sprawled across the bed, fully clothed with no desire to change.
"What do we think about what?" Remus asked innocently and evasively. You had to work to get a straight answer out of him, even when he wasn't doing it on purpose.
"Miss Lily Brenna Evans, my dear Mooney."
"What rock did she crawl out of?" James asked as he plopped down onto his bed, also fully clothed.
"A beautiful one," Sirius sighed, for once not caring how lovestruck he sounded.
"Oh, yeah," James agreed, running his hands through his already messy hair.
"James, you don't have to do that," Remus said, seeing the motion that he personally abhorred.
"Do what?"
"Yeah, there aren't any chicks here."
"What do you mean, Sirius?" James asked, truly confused.
Remus rolled his eyes. "What we both mean is that we know you only ruffle your hair because chicks seem to love it. And that you don't need to do it when it's only us guys."
"Yeah," Sirius agreed, "what he said."
"I didn't even realize I did it."
"Exactly."
"It was just out of habit."
"Break that habit."
"Bad habits are hard to break, Mooney."
"That's true, Padfoot."
"Would you guys stop talking about James's hair, already!" Peter exclaimed, throwing up his hands in exasperation. (A/N: I really don't like Peter, but he has to be in the story or else it wouldn't be right. And I can't just have him sit there doing nothing because then I can't have any fun with him. So he's here. Any complaints can be directed into the review section.)
"Yeah, I agree with Peter," James said, getting up and walking over to his dresser. "I'd much rather talk about the wonderful, beautiful, and shy Lily Brenna Evans."
"Hmm . . . yes, let's talk about her," Remus said and sat down on his bed, the only one in pajamas. "And she didn't just appear in Hogwarts."
"What do you mean?" James said, he voice muffled as he pulled off his shirt. "I recognize her, but I can't really place her."
"She's the other Gryffindor prefect," Remus said and smiled at the look on Sirius's and James's face. Peter had started snoring over on his bed and the rest of the Marauders skillfully ignored him.
"Lily?! A prefect?!" James exclaimed. "That's how I recognized her!"
"A prefect?!" Sirius repeated. "Damn . . . that sucks."
"Hey!" Remus exclaimed, trying to sound hurt. "What's so bad about being a prefect? I'm one."
"But that's different. I have no inclination to go out with you. I can't go out with a prefect! Do you have any idea what that would do to my reputation?" Sirius exclaimed.
"Fine, that means that I don't have to compete with you for Lily," James said casually, pulling on his pajama pants. "It'll only be me and Remus."
"Remus and I," Remus corrected automatically. "And it's not a competition."
"Of course it is. When best friends like the same chick, it's always a competition."
"Oh, well, then. In that case, I'll just point out that I'll see her more because of prefect meetings and such," Remus said matter-of-factly.
James smirked and lay back on his bed with his hands behind his head. "That will just make the chase more thrilling."
"Look at you, James," Sirius said. "You're disgusting."
"What did you just say?" James asked and narrowed his eyes in warning.
"You're disgusting. You're talking about Lily like she's an animal. That's just not right," he continued with a shake of his head. "This isn't a chase. This is an opportunity to get to know you're peers better."
"Well look who's Mr. High And Mighty all of a sudden," Remus mocked. Before Sirius could reply, he threw a pillow directly at his face.
"Hey, what was that for?"
"I had nothing better to do."
"Bastard."
"Slytherin."
"Okay, that was really low," Sirius said, slightly amused that his friend would use such tactics. "You've really learned a lot being around us, haven't you?"
"You betcha." Remus pulled the covers back an lay down under them. "Enough that I know when you're checking out a girl."
"Well, duh, we've only been talking about Lily for -"
"Oh, not Lily," Remus said with a mischievous smile and pulled the covers up.
"Who then?"
"Just some girl."
"What girl?"
"Some . . . girl." Remus deftly closed the curtains. "Goodnight, Siripoo!"
"Remus!" Sirius exclaimed. "Tell me!" Fake snoring noises were heard from the other side of the curtains. "NOW!" When no answer was heard, Sirius stalked over to Remus's bed and threw open the curtains. "Tell me."
Remus rolled his eyes and sleepily said, "Meow. Good night." Sirius just stood there with his mouth wide open. "Planning on catching some pixies?" he said dryly and quickly feel asleep. Sirius sat down on his bed and was so stunned that he didn't even say anything to James while he was rolling on the bed cracking up.
"Meow? What by Merlin's beard is that supposed to mean?"
"Meow!" James said breathlessly. "Cat!"
"Yeah, James," Sirius said, rolling his eyes, "I know that is the sound of a cat, but what -"
"Cat. As in Catrina Figg, you dunderhead," he replied, wiping tears from his eyes. "It seems that I wasn't the only one that noticed you looking at her."
"Cat? The loud one?"
"Yeah, the loud one. The one that is friends with our dearest shy Lily flower."
"Well, she's hot for sure, but I don't think she's my type."
"Oh, right. She didn't seem to be quite the clingy type -"
"What's that supposed to mean?
"Oh, nothing really. Just that you seem to like those clingy girlfriends who worship the very ground you walk on."
"Well, of course," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "Why would I go with someone who doesn't worship me? What's the sense of that?"
"The sense, my dear Padfoot," James said philosiphically, "is that you actually have to work for what you want. If you just go around in life expecting things to land at your feet, it's no fun."
"That's easy for you to say, considering that you're in the same position I am."
"What do you mean," he asked, pretending to be astonished. "Are you insinuating that women just fall at my feet?"
"James, you know as well as I do that women do exactly that."
"I wonder why . . ."
"Could it have something to do with you being Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, star Chaser, your impeccable lineage and good looks?"
"Absolutely not, Sirius," James answered, climbing under his covers. "Although it's all true, they have nothing to do with it."
"Yeah, especially since you're a virgin," Sirius mumbled, closing his curtains and turning his back to James. Because of this, he couldn't express satisfaction in seeing James's face become bright red at his words.
"Shut up, Padfoot."
"Hey," he replied sleepily, "it's not my fault you didn't take any of the opportunities. Good night, Prongsie."
"Night, Siripoo." James lay under his covers, the curtains drawn staring at the ceiling for quite awhile. And when he did sleep, he dreamt of a mysterious redhead with shocking green eyes.
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Well? What do you think? I know it was just Marauder action, but it was something. Besides I thought it was necessary for the following chapters. Tell me what you think! Review! Please!
Hello, readers! Here's my chapter five, as you already know. I'm sorry about the delay! My computer room, which also serves as a bedroom for my older brother, is a complete mess. I lost my floppy disk! Somehow, it ended up on the total other side of the room, under a pile of clothes . . . Anyway, not a lot of action, but I promise, more will come up. On with the story!
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"So, what do you think?" Sirius asked the group in general as they lounged in their dormitory. He was sprawled across the bed, fully clothed with no desire to change.
"What do we think about what?" Remus asked innocently and evasively. You had to work to get a straight answer out of him, even when he wasn't doing it on purpose.
"Miss Lily Brenna Evans, my dear Mooney."
"What rock did she crawl out of?" James asked as he plopped down onto his bed, also fully clothed.
"A beautiful one," Sirius sighed, for once not caring how lovestruck he sounded.
"Oh, yeah," James agreed, running his hands through his already messy hair.
"James, you don't have to do that," Remus said, seeing the motion that he personally abhorred.
"Do what?"
"Yeah, there aren't any chicks here."
"What do you mean, Sirius?" James asked, truly confused.
Remus rolled his eyes. "What we both mean is that we know you only ruffle your hair because chicks seem to love it. And that you don't need to do it when it's only us guys."
"Yeah," Sirius agreed, "what he said."
"I didn't even realize I did it."
"Exactly."
"It was just out of habit."
"Break that habit."
"Bad habits are hard to break, Mooney."
"That's true, Padfoot."
"Would you guys stop talking about James's hair, already!" Peter exclaimed, throwing up his hands in exasperation. (A/N: I really don't like Peter, but he has to be in the story or else it wouldn't be right. And I can't just have him sit there doing nothing because then I can't have any fun with him. So he's here. Any complaints can be directed into the review section.)
"Yeah, I agree with Peter," James said, getting up and walking over to his dresser. "I'd much rather talk about the wonderful, beautiful, and shy Lily Brenna Evans."
"Hmm . . . yes, let's talk about her," Remus said and sat down on his bed, the only one in pajamas. "And she didn't just appear in Hogwarts."
"What do you mean?" James said, he voice muffled as he pulled off his shirt. "I recognize her, but I can't really place her."
"She's the other Gryffindor prefect," Remus said and smiled at the look on Sirius's and James's face. Peter had started snoring over on his bed and the rest of the Marauders skillfully ignored him.
"Lily?! A prefect?!" James exclaimed. "That's how I recognized her!"
"A prefect?!" Sirius repeated. "Damn . . . that sucks."
"Hey!" Remus exclaimed, trying to sound hurt. "What's so bad about being a prefect? I'm one."
"But that's different. I have no inclination to go out with you. I can't go out with a prefect! Do you have any idea what that would do to my reputation?" Sirius exclaimed.
"Fine, that means that I don't have to compete with you for Lily," James said casually, pulling on his pajama pants. "It'll only be me and Remus."
"Remus and I," Remus corrected automatically. "And it's not a competition."
"Of course it is. When best friends like the same chick, it's always a competition."
"Oh, well, then. In that case, I'll just point out that I'll see her more because of prefect meetings and such," Remus said matter-of-factly.
James smirked and lay back on his bed with his hands behind his head. "That will just make the chase more thrilling."
"Look at you, James," Sirius said. "You're disgusting."
"What did you just say?" James asked and narrowed his eyes in warning.
"You're disgusting. You're talking about Lily like she's an animal. That's just not right," he continued with a shake of his head. "This isn't a chase. This is an opportunity to get to know you're peers better."
"Well look who's Mr. High And Mighty all of a sudden," Remus mocked. Before Sirius could reply, he threw a pillow directly at his face.
"Hey, what was that for?"
"I had nothing better to do."
"Bastard."
"Slytherin."
"Okay, that was really low," Sirius said, slightly amused that his friend would use such tactics. "You've really learned a lot being around us, haven't you?"
"You betcha." Remus pulled the covers back an lay down under them. "Enough that I know when you're checking out a girl."
"Well, duh, we've only been talking about Lily for -"
"Oh, not Lily," Remus said with a mischievous smile and pulled the covers up.
"Who then?"
"Just some girl."
"What girl?"
"Some . . . girl." Remus deftly closed the curtains. "Goodnight, Siripoo!"
"Remus!" Sirius exclaimed. "Tell me!" Fake snoring noises were heard from the other side of the curtains. "NOW!" When no answer was heard, Sirius stalked over to Remus's bed and threw open the curtains. "Tell me."
Remus rolled his eyes and sleepily said, "Meow. Good night." Sirius just stood there with his mouth wide open. "Planning on catching some pixies?" he said dryly and quickly feel asleep. Sirius sat down on his bed and was so stunned that he didn't even say anything to James while he was rolling on the bed cracking up.
"Meow? What by Merlin's beard is that supposed to mean?"
"Meow!" James said breathlessly. "Cat!"
"Yeah, James," Sirius said, rolling his eyes, "I know that is the sound of a cat, but what -"
"Cat. As in Catrina Figg, you dunderhead," he replied, wiping tears from his eyes. "It seems that I wasn't the only one that noticed you looking at her."
"Cat? The loud one?"
"Yeah, the loud one. The one that is friends with our dearest shy Lily flower."
"Well, she's hot for sure, but I don't think she's my type."
"Oh, right. She didn't seem to be quite the clingy type -"
"What's that supposed to mean?
"Oh, nothing really. Just that you seem to like those clingy girlfriends who worship the very ground you walk on."
"Well, of course," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "Why would I go with someone who doesn't worship me? What's the sense of that?"
"The sense, my dear Padfoot," James said philosiphically, "is that you actually have to work for what you want. If you just go around in life expecting things to land at your feet, it's no fun."
"That's easy for you to say, considering that you're in the same position I am."
"What do you mean," he asked, pretending to be astonished. "Are you insinuating that women just fall at my feet?"
"James, you know as well as I do that women do exactly that."
"I wonder why . . ."
"Could it have something to do with you being Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, star Chaser, your impeccable lineage and good looks?"
"Absolutely not, Sirius," James answered, climbing under his covers. "Although it's all true, they have nothing to do with it."
"Yeah, especially since you're a virgin," Sirius mumbled, closing his curtains and turning his back to James. Because of this, he couldn't express satisfaction in seeing James's face become bright red at his words.
"Shut up, Padfoot."
"Hey," he replied sleepily, "it's not my fault you didn't take any of the opportunities. Good night, Prongsie."
"Night, Siripoo." James lay under his covers, the curtains drawn staring at the ceiling for quite awhile. And when he did sleep, he dreamt of a mysterious redhead with shocking green eyes.
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Well? What do you think? I know it was just Marauder action, but it was something. Besides I thought it was necessary for the following chapters. Tell me what you think! Review! Please!