Rating: PG-13
Summary: Addison works her part of her plan, and a few jaws drop. *huge smirk*
A/N: The extreme lack of reviews is disheartening. *sigh* But I will survive! However, please review. If I don't get much more response, I'm gonna discontinue this fic. So review! Savvy? And, on to chapter seven!
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Addison awoke several hours later. After a glance at her watch she saw it was four in the morning. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep, but all that resulted in was a bunch of tossing and turning. Sighing in resignation, she rose from her four-poster bed and padded into the bathroom.
Toilletries were scattered haphazardly along the counter, and she rummaged around for Dora and Virginia's makeup. Thankfully it was only their first night, and their makeup bags hadn't had time to bury themselves under other mounds of feminine items.
Addison splashed some cool water on her face, and then patted it dry with the towel. Studying her reflection, she decided that she definitely needed some work. Her eyebrows were in desperate need of tweezing, and her nails could use some repair. Of course, she had never worn makeup before, but she had seen it applied and new the basic gist. How hard could it be? Also, she needed to do something with her hair. She always wore it up, mainly because it was easier to maintain.
Grabbing shampoo, conditioner, and soap she began her work, starting with the shower.
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Sirius felt his bed shift and someone energetically calling his name. He rolled over on his stomach and buried his head in his pillow in hopes that the annoying voice would go away. Much to his chagrin, the imposter began to beat him upside the head with a pillow. Rolling over moodily, Sirius glared up at Remus. "Go 'way!" He snapped, and tried to bury himself under his covers. Remus simply rolled his eyes and began his relentless pillow attack again in earnest. "Moony," Sirius groaned.
"Good morning Sunshine!" A growl was the only response he recieved. "Fine then. This calls for drastic measures," Remus said cheerily, and began a loud rendition of "You Are My Sunshine." Everyone promptly chucked their pillows at the werewolf, but they did indeed crawl out of bed.
"It's too bleeding early," James muttered sourly, and sauntered into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Sirius and Peter were searching the dorm for their clothes.
"Hey, Moony! Have you seen my socks?" Sirius asked, his voice muffled because his head was buried in his trunk.
"Did you check under the beds?" Remus suggested patiently.
"Oh yeah." Sirius looked under his bed and came up with two matching socks. This'll have to do, he thought carelessly.
Ten minutes later James re-entered the room, his damp hair plastered to his head. Remus, having already taken a shower, watched with great amusement Sirius and Peter bicker over who got the bathroom first. As usual, Sirius won, and Peter sat down on his bed in a sulk.
"Some things never get old," Remus laughed.
"Uh-huh," James acknowledged distractedly. "Hey, Remy, have you seen my socks anywhere?"
Remus rolled his eyes. It was great to be back.
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By the time the rest of the Ravenclaw sixth years awoke, the transformation was complete. Addison was almost unrecognizable.
She had showered and then blow dried her hair, which made it straight. It was usually wavy, but most people didn't know this because she wore it up so much. They also didn't know that it fell to her mid-back.
She had then spent a good deal of time plucking her eyebrows. This was the step she was most worried about. Not only was it painful, but if she screwed it up, she could have ended up wearing a permanently surprised expression. The thought made her giggle.
She then trimmed and painted her nails. One of the things her mother had taught her was how to do a french manicure. Thank goodness for small favors, she thought laughingly. The makeup had been the final step. Addison had never worn makeup in her life, despite her mother's insistence. Because of this, she only had a vague idea of how to apply it, but she figured she had done it properly seeing as how she didn't look like a complete buffoon. She happily noticed that the eyeliner and mascara brought out her extraordinary eyes.
When her friends saw her, their initial reaction was to gape in shock. They quickly recovered their ability to speak, however. "Who are you and what have you done with Addison?" Dora demanded seriously, although she and Virginia were delighted with her drastic change.
Addison shrugged and grinned. "Do I look alright?" She asked anxiously.
"You look great!" Her two amazed friends exlaimed. Addison heaved a sigh of relief.
"I hope you don't mind that I used your stuff," she said apologetically. They definitely didn't mind. In fact, they had been trying to give her a makeover since they had become close friends, but she had adamently refused. This left them wondering what had changed her mind, and exchanged a look.
"Was it Sirius?" Virginia blurted out suddenly, and Addison looked at her as if she had grown another head.
"What makes you think that?" She asked in confusion. Virginia and Dora exchanged another look.
"It's just that you did this after you met him is all. Seems suspicious to me."
"Suspicious in a good way," Dora chimed in, and they both giggled.
"Whatever," Addison said dismissively. "Get dressed. I'm starving!"
Her friends hastily complied. They couldn't wait to see the reaction of the Hogwarts student body. Addison was quite good looking when she wanted to be.
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Breakfast on the first morning at Hogwarts was always an interesting affair, especially if it involved the Marauders. At the moment, they were comparing their schedules and coincidentally James, Sirius, and Remus ended up with all advanced classes and Peter was feeling sorry for himself because he wasn't up to par with his brilliant friends. They felt no pity for him.
"Damn. Advanced Transfig with McGonagall. Could life get any worse?" Sirius questioned. James shrugged.
"Yes. It could actually. We have Advanced Potions with Fletcher." There was a collective groan at Remus's comment. Professor Fletcher was not only snappy, mean-spirited, and head of the Slytherin House, but also exceptionally dull. Almost as dull as Professor Binns. Thankfully, they had dropped his class.
"At least we don't have to worry about Binns anymore," James pointed out between a mouthful of toast.
"I heard he died," Peter said quietly.
"WHAT?" Remus, Sirius, and James said simultaneously.
"He died, but he's still teaching. He's a ghost."
"Sounds suspicious," James shrugged.
"That's just what I heard," Peter told them, and focused his attention on his eggs. Sirius laughed at this, and leaned back in his chair. He was just going to cruise this year and not worry about school. He had all of next year to do that. He voiced his opinion to James and Remus, but they weren't listening. Instead, they were staring at the door to the Great Hall. Bewildered, Sirius followed their eyes, and what he saw made him do a double take.
"Who is that?" James asked, blatantly staring.
"Search me," Remus replied. Peter shrugged.
"Do you know, Padfoot? You know every girl in this school," James asked. Sirius nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I think so. I'll be right back." Sirius ran a hand through his hair, and went over to get a closer look at her.
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A/N: A bit of a cliffy, but I've decided to do shorter chapters and update more often. Hopefully I can get more reviews that way.
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