December 21 ½, --- Then the Morning Comes
The day went by rather slowly. Remus kept avoiding his parents and sister and took Sirius and James through many unnecessary hallways to do so. They spent the day memorizing the whole house, and even on the fifth time through Sirius and James couldn't possibly remember everything. There's three floors, the second is their room; the first is where the kitchen and dining room are; the third is just a bunch of rooms for other guests that will be coming soon.
Sirius and James met two of Remus' cousins, Marc and Joel. They were both very handsome; brown eyes, auburn hair, and a fit physique and it showed that they were clearly brothers. James' saw the weird similarity between Sirius and Marc; how they were very outspoken and hyper.
It was ten o'clock already and they were lounging around in Marc's bedroom. Joel had gotten bottles of liquor and was emptying them rapidly. Several amounts went to the fifteen-year-olds as well. Marie had joined them early on and was more than drunk with her two drinks.
"Anyways, he told me... he told me to...to do something..." She hiccuped. "What was I saying?"
"Who cares," Marc replied taking a big swig from his firewhiskey. He turned to Sirius who he was most fond of. "What your family like?"
"Evil," responded Sirius. "I hate them."
"Well, that's nice. Remus' hates his too."
That was another trait Sirius and Marc had in common; can't keep their mouths shut.
Remus glowered at Marc and hit him over the head with a pillow. "I never said I hated them."
"Yeah, but you think it." Marc swayed a bit on the bed. Joel saw Remus' fury boiling to the point of its brink.
"Let's not talk about that," Joel said hurriedly. Remus looked relieved at the interruption. "Anyone have any good stories?"
"Oh," Sirius waved his hand, "I was kidnapped once."
"No you weren't." Remus retorted.
"Yes I was. If I say I was, I was. Like that damned picture. If you say it isn't you, it isn't you."
"What picture?" Joel asked.
"The one in the hallway."
"What hallway."
"Second floor, near our room."
"East or west?"
"I dunno." Sirius pointed in a direction. "Whatever that is."
"North."
"Well, la-ti-da. When you go up the stairs it's on the left."
"I didn't know there were any pictures of you in that hallway."
"There isn't." Remus replied taking a bottle and draining it along with his frustration.
"Well, then what's the problem?" Marc asked.
"She," James pointed at Marie, "told us that it /was/ Remus." Marie turned a shade of crimson.
"Why would you say that?" Joel asked.
"Because it is." She whispered.
"No it's not! Why does everyone think that? You of all people—"Marie silenced Remus with her hand.
"I know. Just forget about the damned picture." Remus nodded and grabbed another bottle.
Eleven o'clock and drunk off their asses. Sirius was telling his 'kidnapping' story, which just turned out that his mother blindfolded him and had taken him to the park for a surprise.
"That was stupid." James commented.
"I thought it was funny." Marc laughed.
"Of course you would, it's right up your alley."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you and him are exactly alike. I wouldn't be surprised if you both liked pranking and spend all your time doing it."
"I do." Sirius said.
"I know Sirius. I do it with you." James stated.
"I used to." Marc said.
"I rest my case."
"Someone needs to tell a better story." Marie yawned. "Otherwise I will fall asleep."
"A lamp tried to eat me." Marc said very seriously.
"I'm sure it did..." His brother rolled his eyes.
"IT DID! It had teeth and everything!"
"And when did this happen?"
"Couple of minutes ago."
Joel rolled his eyes again. "We were with you a couple of minutes ago, and I assure you that no lamp tried to eat you. You're an idiot, you know that?"
"I don't know, but I know."
"That made no sense."
"Can someone else tell a good story?" Marie asked interrupting the brothers' fight.
"I have one!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Not you."
"But it's good. I made it up a long time ago...well four months ago."
They all looked at him skeptically. "Yeah, right. Like you would even think about writing something extra on your free time." Remus noted.
"I did. It's called Starlight Blues."
"You even gave it a title?" James asked dumbfounded.
"Do you want me to tell it or not?"
"Yes." They all said in unison.
"Okay." Sirius made a scene of clearing his throat. "Staring into the night you can't help looking at the brightest stars. Your eyes are magnetically drawn to such stars as Vega and Beetlejuice. The brightest star is the blue giant, the dog-star if you will, Sirius."
"I knew it."
"Shut up."
"Anyways... For it is the brightest, but is unseen by my eyes. Sirius is my home, stature, and name. I'm the Prince of the Stars, child of Vega and Mars. I was to lead the universe under only two others—"
"Mommy and Daddy?"
"—the Sun god, Solstice, and the Prince of the Moon, Reule."
"Someone studied French names." Joel howled.
"Living a life of wealth, fame, and worship, but above anything else seclusion. Until the day I ventured to Earth in search for friendship, and only to discover my true self and not the life I was forced to be...."
"If you want to know what a man's like, look at the way he treats his inferiors, not his equals."
"Sure, that's what you say now, until people look at you that way and you change your story completely." It's frustrating talking to my brother. It's like talking to a rock; won't budge or waver.
"Sirius, if you want to make 'friends' as you call it, you have to make up your own rules, not our father's."
"Right, Regulus, and that's why you're still Prince of...What exactly do you rule?"
"Regimene."
"Which isn't even named after you. And who said I ever followed Father's rules? You know I'm a rule breaker." If it was one thing everyone knew about me was my spontaneity, which is not 'prince' material.
"Yeah and Father said if you stepped over the line one more time—"
"'You're not fit to be king.' I know, and frankly I don't care. I'm going to Earth, end of story."
"Nothing could stop the pleasure within when I left the dogstar for the first time. Seeing stars and planets closer was amazing. One thing that caught my eye more than others-Earth's moon, brilliantly golden, showing off all its prominence.
The prince was described just like the moon, glittery aureate eyes and hair, mysterious as the dark side of the moon, and a heart of gold. Whether this is true, I don't know, but I'll find out.
Deciding to reroute my journey, I took a detour to the moon. At first it seemed small, but when I landed it was the kingdom that pulled the land together. The castle's tower beamed toward the sky, seemingly made of silver, quite a contrast to the rest of the gold castle. Several people were at the entrance conversing, a young man in the middle. Being curious I hid behind the wall and listened in.
"Why don't you listen to me? You never listen!" The young man was saying. "It's not fair, I don't want this!" He stormed off, unfortunately in my direction. Looking for a spot to hide I started running to a secluded spot. I failed to see the man in front of me and topple into him, sending us both to the ground. Stumbling backward I saw that he was the prince of the moon. /What a great first impression./ All the stories I've heard about him were true. The golden eyes and light brown hair that almost looked as if strands of silver were woven in.
He was draped in golden robes, with diamond studs outlining the borders making his eyes stand out more. He truly was an amazing creature. Though at the time I had no idea if he had a heart of gold, even though everything else of him was.
He looked startled and uneasy-from the fall or my staring, I could not tell.
Something unanticipated happened, he smiled and started laughing. At his unexpected outburst I couldn't help but join in. After the laughter brought awkwardness. I didn't know what to say. He was elite, authoritative, and more majestic shown through him than in I.
"You're Sirius, aren't you?" He said throwing out the discomfort.
"Uh, yeah. I mean yes, I am Sirius...You know me?" /What a dumb question./
"Has anyone not heard of you?" Reule said standing up and straightening his garments.
"Probably."
"You're a legend. I bet everyone has heard of you." Reule extended his hand to help me up. Taking it gradually I noticed he was very cold and clammy. Not trying to sound odd I asked, "Are you alright? You seem a bit shaken up."
He seemed to blush a bit when answering, "It's nothing. I'm not used to...It's just... No one's ever asked me this before..."
"Really? What about you're family and friends?" He looked like I just offended him greatly.
His eyes seemed to go darker when answering, "Family and friends? Don't make me laugh. My family is nothing but money loving riches thus making everyone hate them, including me. As if you didn't know that..." Reule started to walk away; I caught up to him and replied, "I knew no such thing. I was a deprived child. I knew nothing outside my star. All I knew about outside was the basics, that were all from books. So how was I supposed to know?" Reule stopped and looked at me.
"I just assumed." He looked away quickly and back again. "I'm sorry. I guess you're not like everyone else, or perhaps you are. You have a good heart, Sirius. I have to be going now; maybe I'll see you again."
I had to smile at that. "Of course you will. You can't get rid of me that easily. We're friends now." He seemed surprised, why was he surprised?
He gave me a little smile and disappeared threw the gateway. Just before I turned back around he popped around the corner again.
"Did anyone ever tell you that your eyes look exactly like your star?"
"Uh, no." Reule gazed up to the sky; my eyes followed and saw he was looking at my home. "I suppose...." When I turned back around, he was gone. "Goodbye."
There was something about him that lightened my spirits. As far as I could tell he was perfect. I'm glad I made a detour.
"Be brave, young one, and all should come through safely."
I was staring at a talking deer, which happened to be talking to a talking fairy. Earth is strange. The deer, or stag, was supposed to be the Forest God. And the fairy was the Goddess of Flowers.
"Oh, Jamison, I could never be as brave as you." The little pixie said, floating up to the stag's face and hugging his ear. If stags could smile, I'm sure he'd be right now.
The fairy gave a start when she saw me and little red sparks flew into the air. "Oh my! It can't be." She floated to me until she was perched on my nose. "My, you can't be....Sirius, the King of the Stars..." She said in awe. The stag was staring too, its mouth slightly open.
"Actually, I'm not the king yet. Not that I care anyway. I don't even compare to---"
"Moony." Jamison stated.
"Moony?" /I never heard that term before./
"Do I speak true? Moony, the Prince of the Moon and everything to do with it." Jamison answered.
"I didn't know people called him Moony. It seems a little informal."
"What do you mean?" the fairy asked, "You do not call him Moony?"
"I thought his name was Reule."
"Many people think Reule is the Prince of the Moon, and that's true. But in reality, the Prince rules the moon and everything that has to do with it, that's Moony."
"Oh, so there are two?" The fairy and stag laughed. The pixie once again sent sparks into the air.
"No silly," said the fairy, "they're the same person."
"I don't get it. Why does he go by two names?"
Jamison looked at me with disbelief. "Reule is something he is not. Reule was the ruler of the moon, and just the moon, until one day he became the moon."
"What?"
The fairy rolled her green eyes. "What do you know that has to do with the moon?"
"Uh, behavior? Serenity? Crescents? Quarters?"
"You don't know too much do you?" The fairy said flying so she was in front of me. She drew a flaming red circle into the air. "What's this?"
"A circle."
"NO! What does it have to do with the moon?"
"Mmmm....A full moon?"
"Maybe you're not as dumb as I thought." She drew another figure in the circle. "What's this?"
"A dog."
She slammed her hand into her face. "Please tell me you are joking. You of all people should be able to tell the difference between a dog and wolf."
Realization finally hit me. It was so obvious...
"Hate to interrupt," Joel said, "But does Reule have to do with anyone in this room?"
"No." Sirius replied not looking into Joel's eyes.
"He sounds familiar." Joel glanced at Remus, who had fallen asleep some time ago.
"No, made him up."
"I don't think you did; along with Jamison as well." Joel glimpsed at the messy-haired boy.
"Why would Jamison be about him?" He poked a finger at James and received a tongue stuck out at him.
"Just saying, Reule sounds familiar with the golden eyes, hair, and heart."
"That could be anyone."
Joel turned to Marie for help, but she was silently snoozing beside Remus. He then turned to Marc, but he looked too intoxicated to even concentrate on anything except the empty space he was staring at. He turned very serious and looked at the two of them, "Do you know?"
"Know what?" James asked naively. Joel tilted his head toward Remus. "What about him?" Joel leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes. "Aren't you going to finish what you were say—"A snore vibrated off the walls.
"Ah, well. I think—"Sirius made himself comfortable on the floor, "—I'll go to sleep." He closed his eyes. James watched Sirius fall into a deep slumber before he let himself drift off. /I wonder how the story would've ended..../
The day went by rather slowly. Remus kept avoiding his parents and sister and took Sirius and James through many unnecessary hallways to do so. They spent the day memorizing the whole house, and even on the fifth time through Sirius and James couldn't possibly remember everything. There's three floors, the second is their room; the first is where the kitchen and dining room are; the third is just a bunch of rooms for other guests that will be coming soon.
Sirius and James met two of Remus' cousins, Marc and Joel. They were both very handsome; brown eyes, auburn hair, and a fit physique and it showed that they were clearly brothers. James' saw the weird similarity between Sirius and Marc; how they were very outspoken and hyper.
It was ten o'clock already and they were lounging around in Marc's bedroom. Joel had gotten bottles of liquor and was emptying them rapidly. Several amounts went to the fifteen-year-olds as well. Marie had joined them early on and was more than drunk with her two drinks.
"Anyways, he told me... he told me to...to do something..." She hiccuped. "What was I saying?"
"Who cares," Marc replied taking a big swig from his firewhiskey. He turned to Sirius who he was most fond of. "What your family like?"
"Evil," responded Sirius. "I hate them."
"Well, that's nice. Remus' hates his too."
That was another trait Sirius and Marc had in common; can't keep their mouths shut.
Remus glowered at Marc and hit him over the head with a pillow. "I never said I hated them."
"Yeah, but you think it." Marc swayed a bit on the bed. Joel saw Remus' fury boiling to the point of its brink.
"Let's not talk about that," Joel said hurriedly. Remus looked relieved at the interruption. "Anyone have any good stories?"
"Oh," Sirius waved his hand, "I was kidnapped once."
"No you weren't." Remus retorted.
"Yes I was. If I say I was, I was. Like that damned picture. If you say it isn't you, it isn't you."
"What picture?" Joel asked.
"The one in the hallway."
"What hallway."
"Second floor, near our room."
"East or west?"
"I dunno." Sirius pointed in a direction. "Whatever that is."
"North."
"Well, la-ti-da. When you go up the stairs it's on the left."
"I didn't know there were any pictures of you in that hallway."
"There isn't." Remus replied taking a bottle and draining it along with his frustration.
"Well, then what's the problem?" Marc asked.
"She," James pointed at Marie, "told us that it /was/ Remus." Marie turned a shade of crimson.
"Why would you say that?" Joel asked.
"Because it is." She whispered.
"No it's not! Why does everyone think that? You of all people—"Marie silenced Remus with her hand.
"I know. Just forget about the damned picture." Remus nodded and grabbed another bottle.
Eleven o'clock and drunk off their asses. Sirius was telling his 'kidnapping' story, which just turned out that his mother blindfolded him and had taken him to the park for a surprise.
"That was stupid." James commented.
"I thought it was funny." Marc laughed.
"Of course you would, it's right up your alley."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you and him are exactly alike. I wouldn't be surprised if you both liked pranking and spend all your time doing it."
"I do." Sirius said.
"I know Sirius. I do it with you." James stated.
"I used to." Marc said.
"I rest my case."
"Someone needs to tell a better story." Marie yawned. "Otherwise I will fall asleep."
"A lamp tried to eat me." Marc said very seriously.
"I'm sure it did..." His brother rolled his eyes.
"IT DID! It had teeth and everything!"
"And when did this happen?"
"Couple of minutes ago."
Joel rolled his eyes again. "We were with you a couple of minutes ago, and I assure you that no lamp tried to eat you. You're an idiot, you know that?"
"I don't know, but I know."
"That made no sense."
"Can someone else tell a good story?" Marie asked interrupting the brothers' fight.
"I have one!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Not you."
"But it's good. I made it up a long time ago...well four months ago."
They all looked at him skeptically. "Yeah, right. Like you would even think about writing something extra on your free time." Remus noted.
"I did. It's called Starlight Blues."
"You even gave it a title?" James asked dumbfounded.
"Do you want me to tell it or not?"
"Yes." They all said in unison.
"Okay." Sirius made a scene of clearing his throat. "Staring into the night you can't help looking at the brightest stars. Your eyes are magnetically drawn to such stars as Vega and Beetlejuice. The brightest star is the blue giant, the dog-star if you will, Sirius."
"I knew it."
"Shut up."
"Anyways... For it is the brightest, but is unseen by my eyes. Sirius is my home, stature, and name. I'm the Prince of the Stars, child of Vega and Mars. I was to lead the universe under only two others—"
"Mommy and Daddy?"
"—the Sun god, Solstice, and the Prince of the Moon, Reule."
"Someone studied French names." Joel howled.
"Living a life of wealth, fame, and worship, but above anything else seclusion. Until the day I ventured to Earth in search for friendship, and only to discover my true self and not the life I was forced to be...."
"If you want to know what a man's like, look at the way he treats his inferiors, not his equals."
"Sure, that's what you say now, until people look at you that way and you change your story completely." It's frustrating talking to my brother. It's like talking to a rock; won't budge or waver.
"Sirius, if you want to make 'friends' as you call it, you have to make up your own rules, not our father's."
"Right, Regulus, and that's why you're still Prince of...What exactly do you rule?"
"Regimene."
"Which isn't even named after you. And who said I ever followed Father's rules? You know I'm a rule breaker." If it was one thing everyone knew about me was my spontaneity, which is not 'prince' material.
"Yeah and Father said if you stepped over the line one more time—"
"'You're not fit to be king.' I know, and frankly I don't care. I'm going to Earth, end of story."
"Nothing could stop the pleasure within when I left the dogstar for the first time. Seeing stars and planets closer was amazing. One thing that caught my eye more than others-Earth's moon, brilliantly golden, showing off all its prominence.
The prince was described just like the moon, glittery aureate eyes and hair, mysterious as the dark side of the moon, and a heart of gold. Whether this is true, I don't know, but I'll find out.
Deciding to reroute my journey, I took a detour to the moon. At first it seemed small, but when I landed it was the kingdom that pulled the land together. The castle's tower beamed toward the sky, seemingly made of silver, quite a contrast to the rest of the gold castle. Several people were at the entrance conversing, a young man in the middle. Being curious I hid behind the wall and listened in.
"Why don't you listen to me? You never listen!" The young man was saying. "It's not fair, I don't want this!" He stormed off, unfortunately in my direction. Looking for a spot to hide I started running to a secluded spot. I failed to see the man in front of me and topple into him, sending us both to the ground. Stumbling backward I saw that he was the prince of the moon. /What a great first impression./ All the stories I've heard about him were true. The golden eyes and light brown hair that almost looked as if strands of silver were woven in.
He was draped in golden robes, with diamond studs outlining the borders making his eyes stand out more. He truly was an amazing creature. Though at the time I had no idea if he had a heart of gold, even though everything else of him was.
He looked startled and uneasy-from the fall or my staring, I could not tell.
Something unanticipated happened, he smiled and started laughing. At his unexpected outburst I couldn't help but join in. After the laughter brought awkwardness. I didn't know what to say. He was elite, authoritative, and more majestic shown through him than in I.
"You're Sirius, aren't you?" He said throwing out the discomfort.
"Uh, yeah. I mean yes, I am Sirius...You know me?" /What a dumb question./
"Has anyone not heard of you?" Reule said standing up and straightening his garments.
"Probably."
"You're a legend. I bet everyone has heard of you." Reule extended his hand to help me up. Taking it gradually I noticed he was very cold and clammy. Not trying to sound odd I asked, "Are you alright? You seem a bit shaken up."
He seemed to blush a bit when answering, "It's nothing. I'm not used to...It's just... No one's ever asked me this before..."
"Really? What about you're family and friends?" He looked like I just offended him greatly.
His eyes seemed to go darker when answering, "Family and friends? Don't make me laugh. My family is nothing but money loving riches thus making everyone hate them, including me. As if you didn't know that..." Reule started to walk away; I caught up to him and replied, "I knew no such thing. I was a deprived child. I knew nothing outside my star. All I knew about outside was the basics, that were all from books. So how was I supposed to know?" Reule stopped and looked at me.
"I just assumed." He looked away quickly and back again. "I'm sorry. I guess you're not like everyone else, or perhaps you are. You have a good heart, Sirius. I have to be going now; maybe I'll see you again."
I had to smile at that. "Of course you will. You can't get rid of me that easily. We're friends now." He seemed surprised, why was he surprised?
He gave me a little smile and disappeared threw the gateway. Just before I turned back around he popped around the corner again.
"Did anyone ever tell you that your eyes look exactly like your star?"
"Uh, no." Reule gazed up to the sky; my eyes followed and saw he was looking at my home. "I suppose...." When I turned back around, he was gone. "Goodbye."
There was something about him that lightened my spirits. As far as I could tell he was perfect. I'm glad I made a detour.
"Be brave, young one, and all should come through safely."
I was staring at a talking deer, which happened to be talking to a talking fairy. Earth is strange. The deer, or stag, was supposed to be the Forest God. And the fairy was the Goddess of Flowers.
"Oh, Jamison, I could never be as brave as you." The little pixie said, floating up to the stag's face and hugging his ear. If stags could smile, I'm sure he'd be right now.
The fairy gave a start when she saw me and little red sparks flew into the air. "Oh my! It can't be." She floated to me until she was perched on my nose. "My, you can't be....Sirius, the King of the Stars..." She said in awe. The stag was staring too, its mouth slightly open.
"Actually, I'm not the king yet. Not that I care anyway. I don't even compare to---"
"Moony." Jamison stated.
"Moony?" /I never heard that term before./
"Do I speak true? Moony, the Prince of the Moon and everything to do with it." Jamison answered.
"I didn't know people called him Moony. It seems a little informal."
"What do you mean?" the fairy asked, "You do not call him Moony?"
"I thought his name was Reule."
"Many people think Reule is the Prince of the Moon, and that's true. But in reality, the Prince rules the moon and everything that has to do with it, that's Moony."
"Oh, so there are two?" The fairy and stag laughed. The pixie once again sent sparks into the air.
"No silly," said the fairy, "they're the same person."
"I don't get it. Why does he go by two names?"
Jamison looked at me with disbelief. "Reule is something he is not. Reule was the ruler of the moon, and just the moon, until one day he became the moon."
"What?"
The fairy rolled her green eyes. "What do you know that has to do with the moon?"
"Uh, behavior? Serenity? Crescents? Quarters?"
"You don't know too much do you?" The fairy said flying so she was in front of me. She drew a flaming red circle into the air. "What's this?"
"A circle."
"NO! What does it have to do with the moon?"
"Mmmm....A full moon?"
"Maybe you're not as dumb as I thought." She drew another figure in the circle. "What's this?"
"A dog."
She slammed her hand into her face. "Please tell me you are joking. You of all people should be able to tell the difference between a dog and wolf."
Realization finally hit me. It was so obvious...
"Hate to interrupt," Joel said, "But does Reule have to do with anyone in this room?"
"No." Sirius replied not looking into Joel's eyes.
"He sounds familiar." Joel glanced at Remus, who had fallen asleep some time ago.
"No, made him up."
"I don't think you did; along with Jamison as well." Joel glimpsed at the messy-haired boy.
"Why would Jamison be about him?" He poked a finger at James and received a tongue stuck out at him.
"Just saying, Reule sounds familiar with the golden eyes, hair, and heart."
"That could be anyone."
Joel turned to Marie for help, but she was silently snoozing beside Remus. He then turned to Marc, but he looked too intoxicated to even concentrate on anything except the empty space he was staring at. He turned very serious and looked at the two of them, "Do you know?"
"Know what?" James asked naively. Joel tilted his head toward Remus. "What about him?" Joel leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes. "Aren't you going to finish what you were say—"A snore vibrated off the walls.
"Ah, well. I think—"Sirius made himself comfortable on the floor, "—I'll go to sleep." He closed his eyes. James watched Sirius fall into a deep slumber before he let himself drift off. /I wonder how the story would've ended..../