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A/N: hello again, all! Yes well, I know you all wanted a sequel, and in a sense, this is it. But I don't think this is what you all expected, so I hope I don't disappoint you! You see, a sequel like the one you wanted, would have been too repetitive, and probably wouldn't have been very interesting, and become clichéd. So, this is it instead. Hope you like it, and make sure to leave reviews so I know one way or another! : P
Chapter One
I Have to What?
"Cooking, James, COOKING!" bellowed Auror Gragerson, pacing up and down in his spacious, fur covered study. He tapped a short whip against the table as he passed it, smiling briefly at the photo of his wife, which waved and beamed at him. He turned abruptly and squinted at the young man standing in front of him, looking a little confused. He was almost 6 feet tall, and his messy black hair was, as usual...messy. He looking completely at ease in his blue Auror uniform, which consisted of dark trousers, and a blue shirt with several different shoulder patched and badges. He was too confident, Gragerson thought to himself. Too cocky.
"Uh...cooking, sir?" James Potter asked uncertainly, glancing at the door and back again. "I didn't realize that was part of the curriculum."
"THIS YEAR!" Gragerson yelled suddenly, causing James to stumble three steps back subconsciously to avoid being covered in flying spit. "You are studying muggles. I want you to conduct an undercover experiment, to see how they learn, different classroom behaviors, and so on and so forth. Also, part of your training asks that you engage in a relaxing exercise at least once a week. Luckily for you, these cooking classes you'll be taking will be every second day. Actually, you'll probably be the only student coming every second day- most people only attend once a week. But anyway, I think this will be a very enriching experience, Potter, VERY ENRICHING!" he ended with another bellow and then turned and resumed his pacing.
James looked as if he had just been caught in a severe wind. He was leaning as far back as he could while standing, and his eyes were wide open with what looked like...fear? James potter was afraid?? Was that a flying pig that just went past the window??
"Cooking? Sir...you must be joking?' he said weakly, pleadingly. "I don't cook...I can't...cook!"
"You will do as you're told," Gragerson said unconcernedly. "Take a friend along if you must. Actually, you're very lucky- we managed to find you a fellow witch as a teacher! She's a muggle born though, so she only teaches muggles in this class. She'll give you an easy go though. So, just try to enjoy it, Potter. It's not so hard." He swept a stack of books of his table and dumped them into James' arms.
"Read these, just for a little revision," he suggested.
James tilted his head to read the title of the first book. 'Cakes, biscuits and slices- an entirely muggle cook book.' He raised an eyebrow skeptically, but had the sense not to say anything.
He had an idea the following few weeks were going to be interesting indeed. Obviously Auror Gragerson didn't know just how fatal it could be to put James in a kitchen with a stove and knives. It just wasn't a good idea.
"Alright, POTTER!" Gragerson roared, turning once again to face him. "You may leave."
James nodded, offered a short bow and left the room slowly.
Outside, Sirius Black was waiting for him.
Sirius had grown in to a tall, and more-than-handsome man, and at the age of twenty, was sometimes even described as drop dead gorgeous. Of course, it was only on very rare occasions that a girl dropped dead upon seeing him, and if they did, it would only be because of the stench of his cologne.
"So?" he asked his friend, hefting half the books out of James arms and carrying them easily in one hand as they made their way down the corridors to the stairs leading to the street below. "What did old spitface want this time?"
James groaned, rubbing his free hand over his eyes. He mumbled something and turned quickly into the lobby of the head offices. He dumped his books onto a desk and grabbed his coat off a peg near the door. Quickly, he dragged it on and hefted his books back into his arms.
"What? Sorry, I didn't quite hear that!" Sirius said, curiosity grabbing him, and a grin spreading over his face as he realized James was obviously reluctant to say what his sentence was.
"Cooking," James snapped, as they stepped out into the street, from what looked to any one else like a run-down warehouse. "I'm going to be cooking for the next couple of months. That's my brilliant first assignment as a fully-fledged Auror. I get to take cooking classes!"
Sirius' grin widened. For s few seconds, he remained silent, just grinning. Then-
"Want me to get you an apron for your birthday then?"
James turned slowly and eyed him with a truly murderous glare.
Sirius raised both hands in surrender.
"Just checking." He muttered.
"-And then he said, I'll pay you fifty dollars if you don't tell my wife! I mean, honestly, what sort of tart does he think I am? I don't want money or affairs; I want a good, steady relationship!!! Why can't I find that?? Is there a sign on my head that says 'fickle- don't touch'??"
Lily Evans turned to survey her friend, Sarah Gallagher's forehead carefully.
"Nope," she said, turning back to her work, and ticking something off on a clipboard.
Sarah and Lily were in the living room of the flat they shared with their other friend, Grace Jones. Several boxes surrounded them, and Lily was going through them, carefully marking down notes on her clipboard.
Sarah blew out a sigh and rolled her eyes.
"Lily," she whined. "Could you please comfort me? I'm feeling just a little sad!"
Lily turned around and placed a hand on Sarah's shoulder.
"Sarah. You are very beautiful, you are a lovely girl and you could get any guy you wanted. The problem isn't you here; it's the male inhabitants of this planet. Ok? That is what you wanted to hear, right?"
Sarah narrowed her eyes.
"Very funny," she muttered. She slumped down on the small, two-seater couch and swung her legs onto a box. "What's all this anyway?"
"Oh god, you don't want to know," Lily sighed, ripping open the next box and pulling out what looked to be a tea strainer.
"Yes I do," Sarah persisted.
"You know those stupid cooking classes Andrea's mentor professor teaches?" Lily began, stuffing the strainer back into the box and rummaging beneath to yank out a ladle. "Well, she signed me up to teach some during the next couple of months."
"What? I mean, I know you're good at cooking, but teaching?" Sarah said incredously. "You sure you can handle that?"
"Hmph. Do I have a choice?" Lily muttered. "Andrea wouldn't get off my case. She said that if she had to do it, she'd rather have me there than some other trainee professor that she hates. Why she has to become a teacher anyway...and it's only for about three months...every second day...Omigod, I can't believe I'm doing this!"
Sarah grinned.
"I thought you were working any way- didn't you get that job at the Daily Prophet? You were really excited, what happened?"
"I realized I don't want work there after all," Lily groaned. She rested her head in her hands. "I liked it better at The Word of Mouth magazine. And I think I want to write essays for the university. I think I just need to take a break and figure out what to do."
Sarah nodded sympathetically. She herself was an established nurse at St Mungo's, and was steadily studying to become a surgeon.
"You know," Lily said, looking up. "I thought I had life all planned out when I left Hogwarts. I would get an apartment with James, I'd write for the local newspaper, and plan out my brilliant novel, and he would earn money with his superstar Quidditch skills, and everything would turn out great. How the hell was I supposed to know that he'd want to run away and become an Auror?" she shook her head ruefully.
"Hey," Sarah said, touching her shoulder. "I guess you two headed in different directions. But look, you're not that bad off- you still have us, and you are a sought after journalist. I mean, the novel might take some time, but apart from that, you're on track, right? Maybe a break is exactly what you need. And besides, it'll be funny to watch Andrea struggling with annoying students- I don't' know what she'll do when she's teaching kids!"
"hey, do you want to come along? You know, keep me company? Please?!" Lily implored, suddenly. "It'll be fun!"
Sarah raised an eyebrow, but then considered. She was on holiday at the moment, with only three shifts a weeks. What harm could a few nights a week do?
"Just how long are these classes?" she asked, skeptically.
"They go for two hours a night, but you don't have to come every time if you don't want," Lily added quickly.
"Yeah, ok," Sarah agreed easily. "It'll be amusing."
"I haven't told you the worst part yet," Lily grimaced. "It's and all boys cooking class."
"You know," Sirius said, as they turned into their street, "Andrea takes some cooking classes she has to because they make trainee professors do work experience. And she even takes a muggle class. Maybe you'll get her as a teacher."
"Well, it'd be better than a stranger...but then again, I don't know, I don't think she likes me much after the Lily-thing, you know," James sighed heavily.
"Yeah well," Sirius shrugged. "She seems to like Moony well enough. I wonder what he has to do for his work experience. Who would've though that Remus would want to be a professor?"
"He suits it- he's good with kids," James muttered, as they finally reached they're block of flats.
James, Sirius and Remus shared a flat together, ever since James and Sirius had finished level 2 Auror training, which required them to live on the Auror campus. Peter had stayed with them for a time, but had soon left with his family to settle further away, in Bolton. Still, it wasn't too far away, and the Marauders were reunited on a regular basis.
James pushed the key into the lock, and shoved the door open. The flat was big enough, but not too big at all. It had two bedrooms, so the guys took turns sleeping on the couch. It was Sirius' turn that night, so his pillow was already on the coffee table.
"Moony's probably sleeping- it's only a few weeks away from the full moon," James whispered. He shuffled to one of the doors leading off the main room. "Yep."
Remus was sprawled on his bed, pale from his weakness, as the days drew closer to yet another transformation. Remus had grown to look like a leaner, more angular version of himself at the age of seventeen. His blonde hair sometimes almost looked grey now, but generally, he was still the same, gentle, calm Moony.
James silently shut the door and shuffled back into the combined living room and kitchen. Remus had obviously been at work, because all the dishes had been washed and neatly stacked, and the quilts used for the person sleeping on the couch were folded on their sole armchair.
"You are going to come with me, aren't you?' James asked Sirius, grabbing an apple form the fridge (a/n: who the hell keeps apples in the fridge??).
"Come with you where?" Sirius said. He grabbed a Quidditch magazine off the table and leant back to flip through it.
"To these cooking classes," James said, trying to appear nonchalant, but betraying himself by tightening his grip on the apple. "I mean, you wouldn't let a mate go into unknown territory alone, would you?"
Sirius snorted.
"uh, yes I would," he contradicted. "It's an eat or be eaten thing, Prongs. There's no way I'm entering that classroom, no matter how much you need me."
"Oh come on," James pleaded. "Remember that time I did extra Potions classes with you, even though I didn't have to? I gave up four hours a weeks, just to keep you company, because you wanted me to!"
Sirius paused for a second in his reading. He considered silently, and then sighed.
"Ok, ok, I'll come to the stupid cooking classes with you," he conceded, rolling his eyes. "Besides, how bad could it possibly be?"
A/N: well, I think you can all see just where this is going, but I think it'll be pretty funny...I hope...well, I guess only you lot can tell me that, so you'd all better review!!! So, was this at all how you expected the sequel to be? I feel a little odd writing about them as adults, coz they're so different in a way. I have to make them all the more...mature. Well, hopefully this fic works out, the idea has been swimming around in my head for a while now, so let's just see where it goes form here! Say...15 reviews? You all have to let me know what you think, you know! So, review quickly, and you'll get the next chapter quickly!
Jaizar
A/N: hello again, all! Yes well, I know you all wanted a sequel, and in a sense, this is it. But I don't think this is what you all expected, so I hope I don't disappoint you! You see, a sequel like the one you wanted, would have been too repetitive, and probably wouldn't have been very interesting, and become clichéd. So, this is it instead. Hope you like it, and make sure to leave reviews so I know one way or another! : P
Chapter One
I Have to What?
"Cooking, James, COOKING!" bellowed Auror Gragerson, pacing up and down in his spacious, fur covered study. He tapped a short whip against the table as he passed it, smiling briefly at the photo of his wife, which waved and beamed at him. He turned abruptly and squinted at the young man standing in front of him, looking a little confused. He was almost 6 feet tall, and his messy black hair was, as usual...messy. He looking completely at ease in his blue Auror uniform, which consisted of dark trousers, and a blue shirt with several different shoulder patched and badges. He was too confident, Gragerson thought to himself. Too cocky.
"Uh...cooking, sir?" James Potter asked uncertainly, glancing at the door and back again. "I didn't realize that was part of the curriculum."
"THIS YEAR!" Gragerson yelled suddenly, causing James to stumble three steps back subconsciously to avoid being covered in flying spit. "You are studying muggles. I want you to conduct an undercover experiment, to see how they learn, different classroom behaviors, and so on and so forth. Also, part of your training asks that you engage in a relaxing exercise at least once a week. Luckily for you, these cooking classes you'll be taking will be every second day. Actually, you'll probably be the only student coming every second day- most people only attend once a week. But anyway, I think this will be a very enriching experience, Potter, VERY ENRICHING!" he ended with another bellow and then turned and resumed his pacing.
James looked as if he had just been caught in a severe wind. He was leaning as far back as he could while standing, and his eyes were wide open with what looked like...fear? James potter was afraid?? Was that a flying pig that just went past the window??
"Cooking? Sir...you must be joking?' he said weakly, pleadingly. "I don't cook...I can't...cook!"
"You will do as you're told," Gragerson said unconcernedly. "Take a friend along if you must. Actually, you're very lucky- we managed to find you a fellow witch as a teacher! She's a muggle born though, so she only teaches muggles in this class. She'll give you an easy go though. So, just try to enjoy it, Potter. It's not so hard." He swept a stack of books of his table and dumped them into James' arms.
"Read these, just for a little revision," he suggested.
James tilted his head to read the title of the first book. 'Cakes, biscuits and slices- an entirely muggle cook book.' He raised an eyebrow skeptically, but had the sense not to say anything.
He had an idea the following few weeks were going to be interesting indeed. Obviously Auror Gragerson didn't know just how fatal it could be to put James in a kitchen with a stove and knives. It just wasn't a good idea.
"Alright, POTTER!" Gragerson roared, turning once again to face him. "You may leave."
James nodded, offered a short bow and left the room slowly.
Outside, Sirius Black was waiting for him.
Sirius had grown in to a tall, and more-than-handsome man, and at the age of twenty, was sometimes even described as drop dead gorgeous. Of course, it was only on very rare occasions that a girl dropped dead upon seeing him, and if they did, it would only be because of the stench of his cologne.
"So?" he asked his friend, hefting half the books out of James arms and carrying them easily in one hand as they made their way down the corridors to the stairs leading to the street below. "What did old spitface want this time?"
James groaned, rubbing his free hand over his eyes. He mumbled something and turned quickly into the lobby of the head offices. He dumped his books onto a desk and grabbed his coat off a peg near the door. Quickly, he dragged it on and hefted his books back into his arms.
"What? Sorry, I didn't quite hear that!" Sirius said, curiosity grabbing him, and a grin spreading over his face as he realized James was obviously reluctant to say what his sentence was.
"Cooking," James snapped, as they stepped out into the street, from what looked to any one else like a run-down warehouse. "I'm going to be cooking for the next couple of months. That's my brilliant first assignment as a fully-fledged Auror. I get to take cooking classes!"
Sirius' grin widened. For s few seconds, he remained silent, just grinning. Then-
"Want me to get you an apron for your birthday then?"
James turned slowly and eyed him with a truly murderous glare.
Sirius raised both hands in surrender.
"Just checking." He muttered.
"-And then he said, I'll pay you fifty dollars if you don't tell my wife! I mean, honestly, what sort of tart does he think I am? I don't want money or affairs; I want a good, steady relationship!!! Why can't I find that?? Is there a sign on my head that says 'fickle- don't touch'??"
Lily Evans turned to survey her friend, Sarah Gallagher's forehead carefully.
"Nope," she said, turning back to her work, and ticking something off on a clipboard.
Sarah and Lily were in the living room of the flat they shared with their other friend, Grace Jones. Several boxes surrounded them, and Lily was going through them, carefully marking down notes on her clipboard.
Sarah blew out a sigh and rolled her eyes.
"Lily," she whined. "Could you please comfort me? I'm feeling just a little sad!"
Lily turned around and placed a hand on Sarah's shoulder.
"Sarah. You are very beautiful, you are a lovely girl and you could get any guy you wanted. The problem isn't you here; it's the male inhabitants of this planet. Ok? That is what you wanted to hear, right?"
Sarah narrowed her eyes.
"Very funny," she muttered. She slumped down on the small, two-seater couch and swung her legs onto a box. "What's all this anyway?"
"Oh god, you don't want to know," Lily sighed, ripping open the next box and pulling out what looked to be a tea strainer.
"Yes I do," Sarah persisted.
"You know those stupid cooking classes Andrea's mentor professor teaches?" Lily began, stuffing the strainer back into the box and rummaging beneath to yank out a ladle. "Well, she signed me up to teach some during the next couple of months."
"What? I mean, I know you're good at cooking, but teaching?" Sarah said incredously. "You sure you can handle that?"
"Hmph. Do I have a choice?" Lily muttered. "Andrea wouldn't get off my case. She said that if she had to do it, she'd rather have me there than some other trainee professor that she hates. Why she has to become a teacher anyway...and it's only for about three months...every second day...Omigod, I can't believe I'm doing this!"
Sarah grinned.
"I thought you were working any way- didn't you get that job at the Daily Prophet? You were really excited, what happened?"
"I realized I don't want work there after all," Lily groaned. She rested her head in her hands. "I liked it better at The Word of Mouth magazine. And I think I want to write essays for the university. I think I just need to take a break and figure out what to do."
Sarah nodded sympathetically. She herself was an established nurse at St Mungo's, and was steadily studying to become a surgeon.
"You know," Lily said, looking up. "I thought I had life all planned out when I left Hogwarts. I would get an apartment with James, I'd write for the local newspaper, and plan out my brilliant novel, and he would earn money with his superstar Quidditch skills, and everything would turn out great. How the hell was I supposed to know that he'd want to run away and become an Auror?" she shook her head ruefully.
"Hey," Sarah said, touching her shoulder. "I guess you two headed in different directions. But look, you're not that bad off- you still have us, and you are a sought after journalist. I mean, the novel might take some time, but apart from that, you're on track, right? Maybe a break is exactly what you need. And besides, it'll be funny to watch Andrea struggling with annoying students- I don't' know what she'll do when she's teaching kids!"
"hey, do you want to come along? You know, keep me company? Please?!" Lily implored, suddenly. "It'll be fun!"
Sarah raised an eyebrow, but then considered. She was on holiday at the moment, with only three shifts a weeks. What harm could a few nights a week do?
"Just how long are these classes?" she asked, skeptically.
"They go for two hours a night, but you don't have to come every time if you don't want," Lily added quickly.
"Yeah, ok," Sarah agreed easily. "It'll be amusing."
"I haven't told you the worst part yet," Lily grimaced. "It's and all boys cooking class."
"You know," Sirius said, as they turned into their street, "Andrea takes some cooking classes she has to because they make trainee professors do work experience. And she even takes a muggle class. Maybe you'll get her as a teacher."
"Well, it'd be better than a stranger...but then again, I don't know, I don't think she likes me much after the Lily-thing, you know," James sighed heavily.
"Yeah well," Sirius shrugged. "She seems to like Moony well enough. I wonder what he has to do for his work experience. Who would've though that Remus would want to be a professor?"
"He suits it- he's good with kids," James muttered, as they finally reached they're block of flats.
James, Sirius and Remus shared a flat together, ever since James and Sirius had finished level 2 Auror training, which required them to live on the Auror campus. Peter had stayed with them for a time, but had soon left with his family to settle further away, in Bolton. Still, it wasn't too far away, and the Marauders were reunited on a regular basis.
James pushed the key into the lock, and shoved the door open. The flat was big enough, but not too big at all. It had two bedrooms, so the guys took turns sleeping on the couch. It was Sirius' turn that night, so his pillow was already on the coffee table.
"Moony's probably sleeping- it's only a few weeks away from the full moon," James whispered. He shuffled to one of the doors leading off the main room. "Yep."
Remus was sprawled on his bed, pale from his weakness, as the days drew closer to yet another transformation. Remus had grown to look like a leaner, more angular version of himself at the age of seventeen. His blonde hair sometimes almost looked grey now, but generally, he was still the same, gentle, calm Moony.
James silently shut the door and shuffled back into the combined living room and kitchen. Remus had obviously been at work, because all the dishes had been washed and neatly stacked, and the quilts used for the person sleeping on the couch were folded on their sole armchair.
"You are going to come with me, aren't you?' James asked Sirius, grabbing an apple form the fridge (a/n: who the hell keeps apples in the fridge??).
"Come with you where?" Sirius said. He grabbed a Quidditch magazine off the table and leant back to flip through it.
"To these cooking classes," James said, trying to appear nonchalant, but betraying himself by tightening his grip on the apple. "I mean, you wouldn't let a mate go into unknown territory alone, would you?"
Sirius snorted.
"uh, yes I would," he contradicted. "It's an eat or be eaten thing, Prongs. There's no way I'm entering that classroom, no matter how much you need me."
"Oh come on," James pleaded. "Remember that time I did extra Potions classes with you, even though I didn't have to? I gave up four hours a weeks, just to keep you company, because you wanted me to!"
Sirius paused for a second in his reading. He considered silently, and then sighed.
"Ok, ok, I'll come to the stupid cooking classes with you," he conceded, rolling his eyes. "Besides, how bad could it possibly be?"
A/N: well, I think you can all see just where this is going, but I think it'll be pretty funny...I hope...well, I guess only you lot can tell me that, so you'd all better review!!! So, was this at all how you expected the sequel to be? I feel a little odd writing about them as adults, coz they're so different in a way. I have to make them all the more...mature. Well, hopefully this fic works out, the idea has been swimming around in my head for a while now, so let's just see where it goes form here! Say...15 reviews? You all have to let me know what you think, you know! So, review quickly, and you'll get the next chapter quickly!
Jaizar