A/N: Linda Lupos, Pixiedragon and I are writing a fanfiction, well.... we're going to write one....
We plan to write at least once a week, but
it can happen we write more often or less...
The fanfict will be about the Marauders (duh!) and Severus Snape, and
ourselves, in their time after their seventh year, so AU. We try not to become
Mary Shoo..... Sue, although it's likely to become like that, our sincere
apologies for that Of course this will be completely mad and all, just as to be expected
I will be uploading the chapters, and I hope I can do it every week, hopefully every Wednesday, but don't worry if I'll forget :)
The characters are all JK Rowling's, and I
think I've said enough now, right? Let's start with the fict, and I hope you'll
enjoy it an review :)
"Hey Sirius!" said a dark-haired
girl. Sirius looked around, and saw the owner of the voice.
"Hey Anne! How are you?" he asked.
"Fine.... I think... Hey, listen, have you seen the Lindas lately?"
"well.... Linda was just with Remus when I left him, but I don't have a
clue were Linda is..." he said, with a puzzled look on his face.
"Err..... right..... I think I'm off to Linda and Remus then, wanna come
along?" she asked.
"Sure!" Sirius answered. "As long as that Snape-git's not
there..."
"I dunno..... but you've got to get used to his presence," Anne said.
"Severus' girlfriend is a friend of Linda and me..."
Sirius muttered something, which made Anne stamp on his toes, and they went
away, off to the Lupin-residence.
At that moment, in Snape's swinging little
house (although it may not literally swing).
"My house is not little!" Sevvy said angrily.
"It all depends on your point of view," Linda said.
"And don't call me Sevvy!" Severus bellowed.
Linda smirked. "I didn't call you Sevvy, Linda did."
Severus stared. "... What?"
"Hmm, never mind."
By now, Severus was scratching his head, trying to make sense of this. Linda
(both of them) ignored him.
The doorbell rang.
"Is somebody going to answer that?" Severus asked. He was once again
ignored, so he got up, sighing, and went to open the door.
"I hate you!" was the first thing he heard.
"Likewise, Black," he said coolly.
"I wasn't talking to you, you big beep," said Sirius, glaring.
"I was talking to Anne!"
Anne glared at her boyfriend. "Oh really??" she said, and whacked
him.
Remus rolled his eyes. "Unfortunately," he told Severus, "this
is quite normal behaviour."
Anne stopped strangling Sirius for a moment, and said: "is not!"
"Ok," Remus corrected himself, "it's usually worse."
"That's not what I meant!" Anne
replied, now threatening to strangle Remus instead.
"Are you four going to stand there all day or are you coming in?"
Linda called from inside the house.
"Looks like your girlfriend want us to come in Snivellus" said
Sirius, "Do you mind stepping aside?"
"Actually, I do mind, and that's not my girlfriend, it's Remus'
girlfriend."
"Then we'll go inside and look for ourselves which Linda is talking."
said Anne, stepping into the house and pushing Severus aside while doing so.
Sirius and Severus exchanged some more glares, then followed Anne inside, with
as much distance between them as possible.
Remus rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him after going inside too.
Right, now, they're inside..... and
then.... Remus closed the door... wait, it was already closed.... Okay, they
were sitting in the livingroom, or rather: the Linda's and Anne and Remus sat
down, while Sirius and Severus remained on their feet, trying to glare the
living daylights out of each other.
"err..... does anyone want to drink something?" said Linda Sneep,
"perhaps?" she added. Remus began to bounce up and down on the couch,
waving his hand fanatically. "Me! Me! Me!"
Anne raised her eyebrows, "okay, WHO are you and WHAT have you done to
Remus?!"
Linda Lupos started to giggle, "I gave him a Potion to make him
hyperactive this morning. I hoped he wouldn't be that hyperactive tonight when
we are err.... when we are trying to get some sleep...."
Linda Sneep, Anne and -now finaly being interupted in their glaring contest -
Sirius and Severus snorted after they heard it.
"What?" Linda Lupos said, trying to act as if she only said she gave
the flowers pink water.
"Hyperactive?" Snape said
suspiciously. But the others interrupted him.
"That - " said Anne.
"Was really - " said Sirius.
"More - " added Linda Sneep.
"Than you wanted to know?" Remus suggested. The other three nodded
vigorously.
"Okay, never mind, I don't want to know what you're talking about
anymore..." concluded Snape.
"Maybe you should stuff something in your
ears, so you can't hear us anymore." suggested Anne.
"Yeah, that would look great with his greasy hair." Sirius added, which made
Severus glare at him again, thus continuing the glaring-contest.
After ten minutes of glaring, Anne and Linda Sneep exchanged glances, found out
they were apparently thinking the same thing, and whacked Sirius and Severus'
heads against each other.
"Ow! Why did you do that!?" said Sirius, now glaring at Anne, who was smiling
her most angelic smile towards her boyfriend, or actually, trying and failing
miserably.
"There are other things you can do, apart from glaring at Severus you know."
replied Anne.
"You're right Anne!" said Sirius. "Like hexing Snivellus for instance!"
"No no no no!!!" said Anne, grabbing Sirius' arm with her right hand, to prevent him from
hexing Severus. "I didn't mean that!! Stop it!"
"Or you'll do what?" he asked. "Hit me with that.... fish?"
Anne looked at her left arm, and saw she was holding a goldfish that had been
swimming in the fishbowl a few seconds ago.
"Well... I can try of course..." she began, but than Remus jumped up.
"Don't do that!!!" he yelled. Everyone looked at him, no-one's seen
him yelling like that before. "Well..... I er..... err..... like
that fish..."
"Remus..... it's just a goldfish, you've read to much books..." Sirius
told him.
"I... I did? Oh.... well.... would you mind putting it back in the bowl
then?" Remus asked Anne, looking at her with big puppy-eyes.
"Save those for Linda please, Remus..." Anne said frowning, but she
let the fish slip back into the bowl.
