Nez: Apologizing in advance for anything awkward, not logical (in the HP world), or just plain freaky.
Zan: Isn't one of your friends a female version of Lupin?
Nez: -hangs head- Yes.
Zan: Why do you put you and him together in this fic then?
Nez: I'm ignoring Fufu's alter-ego predicament, that's all.
Zan: Suuuurrrrre...
Nez: -bops over head- -twitch-

Part Three: Quidditch Lessons

The next day, our five heroes (five, not six, Wormtail is not there, he's sleeping... or 'playing' with is Zonko's toy... or whatever...) were outside on the Quidditch field, James in front of the others, who were lined up in a row facing him. "This is called a 'quaffle'," he said slowly, holding up the bright red ball. The others, all knowing the rules of the sport like a Canadian would know hockey or how the Japanese are nuts about baseball, looked at him with pure resentment. The only thing wrong with the picture was the land-locked Fish-chan. "I won't do it! I won't do it! I'll slide off the end at 50 feet!" she screamed as the others forced her onto a broomstick. She never learned how to fly one, considering that wasn't mandatory to pass American Wizarding School. "What if I was Nehszriah and this broom was the school's lake?" "Hey, I thought we straightened the whole 'I can't swim' thing out!" Nehszriah said, straining to hold her friend onto the broom handle. "Now take off!" Fish-chan's broom went high up in the air, sending her into a jettison-like freefall from, you guessed it, 50 feet up. James muttered some spell that got her back on the ground in front of them, safe and sound. "Accio Meteor 300!" Sirius yelled. The broom came back, safe and sound as well. "Noob," Nehszriah growled. She grabbed the broom, kicked off and flew around on it as if it was how she got around to and from, day-to-day, everyday. "Wow. She's nearly as good as you Prongs," Remus said in awe. James cursed the both of them, and let the Bludgers go from their cage. "Padfoot, catch!" Sirius caught the bat and they were soon using Nehszriah as target practice. Neither of them were Beaters, of course, but they sure were thinking the position was fun. "You'll never get her!" Fish-chan yelled into the sky. Remus was standing next to her, still amazed at how graceful Nehszriah was on a broom. This was dangerous though, like dodge ball in the air and with metal balls instead of rubber. Nehszriah was able to twist and turn elegantly in the air until... -CRACK- A Bludger rammed into her temple and the other got her in the gut. She fell into the ground, bleeding and amazingly, conscious. "NO! NEHSZRIAH!" Remus and Fish-chan yelled as they ran up to their friend. Nehszriah sat up, muttering curse words. She took out her wand and healed the gash on her head and the broken rib in her side. "Eat slugs, boys!" she growled. Sirius and James then started to puke up huge slugs, one after another, after another. "Heh, I never get tired of that one," she cackled as Remus conjured a counter curse for his friends. "Why did you do that?" Remus yelled. Everyone there knew the full moon wasn't for another few weeks, but it seemed as if it had already come. Yes, Lupin was that freighting. "They were being asses and they knew it." "Awww... look Sirius, their first fight," James said. He, Sirius and Fish- chan started roaring with laughter. Remus and Nehszriah on the other hand, turned towards the others, large tic marks forming on their foreheads. "Okay, my sympathies are gone for them. What curse should we use on them?" Remus snarled. "I was thinking you could bite them," Nehszriah replied, her left eyelid going nuts. "No, I want them to suffer now, not later." Nehszriah didn't answer him; for she had her eyes shut tight, was clutching her wand and muttering to herself what sounded like a cross between a song and a spell. Suddenly, Fish-chan, Sirius and James lifted off the ground. Their bodies glowed and sparked until they landed on the ground with a big 'thud.' "Ow. What the hell was that?" Sirius moaned. "The Temporary Vampirism Curse. The effects should wear off in a few hours or so," Nehszriah said with a grin. The cursed teens grew fangs and then started to smoke. "Get out of direct sunlight," Remus warned. He liked this payback method better than what he was thinking of, which was sticking them in half-human- half-animal forms for a few days. "Come on Remus, let's go," Nehszriah smiled. "I think we can go catch some lunch in the Great Hall and play another game of poker before the curse wears off. What do you say?" The werewolf looked over at his friends, writhing in the painful sunlight, and then at Nehszriah, who had mounted a broomstick and was smiling sweetly. "It's a date." He hopped onto a broom himself and they flew off towards the castle together, Remus getting a promise that they wouldn't play poker against each other again.