Disclaimer- Own nothing. Too bad for me.....I just spilled my drink all over my floor though....dammit...That was my last soda too. How am I going to stay awake long enough to write this chapter without my caffeine!!! I am NOT an addict..... I do, however, own a stuffed dog thats missing his tail. His name is Elvis. He sends his regards.
Sorry about the wait, peeps. Things got way bad in my house, my sister moved to Germany and I started high school. I just finished my last assignments for Orientation so I SHOULD, should being the keyword there, update more. But I probably shouldn't say that because then I'll jinx myself.
Writers block sucked. Couldn't shake it for the longest time. But anyways, here we go. I AM NOT DEAD!!!!! . Although you guys have probably formed a lynching mob during my absence. hehehehe....
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James flashed me a wide smile, his eyes open and friendly, a mop of unruly black hair on top of his pale head. He took a few steps towards me and held out his hand. " 'Ello! I'm James Potter!"I took his hand cautiously. I had met people before that were my age, though for only brief encounters, and none of them seemed too keen of the idea of my existence. They didn't even know of my condition and they hated me. I almost expected the same reaction from these boys, but I managed to calmly say my name.
He gripped my hand firmly and pulled me into a one armed hug. I tensed a bit but I returned it nonetheless. James withdrew and grinned. "Welcome welcome. Sirius bites, watch out." He walked back to his seat on the lush red velvet bench. I grinned back at him and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Hey! I do nothing of the sort you great prat." Sirius shot a playful glare in the direction of James but otherwise seemed to take no notice of the comment. He plopped down next to James and quickly fell into a conversation about some girl they both knew. I looked nervously to the other boy, who had been watching me with eyes I could not read. I picked up the handle on my trunk and made my way slowly across the compartment to where he was seated.
"Is it Peter?" I gave him a smile and this time I was the one to hold my hand out in greeting. The boy glared at it and made no move to take it. I retrieved it quickly and felt my face grow hot with embarrassment. The friend thing...I knew it was to good to be true. Now I just had to wait for the other two to do it too.
"Peter, you bloody jerk! Be sociable!" Sirius was on him on a second, putting him in a loose headlock and inflicting a noogie(the fist to the head thing and then rubbing it thing) on the boys dry brown hair. I heard James call out an agreement and laugh, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy. It seemed like he had it rough with his friends. I knew I should wait until knowing them better before making that judgement but it's just the way it seemed.
"Let him go, please, Sirius. He didn't do anything wrong. If he doesn't want to shake my hand, he doesn't want to shake my hand." I gave a small reassuring smile to Sirius who seemed to lighten up to Peter at my comment. He let go of him after one last good rub and returned to his seat.
Peter looked up at me, his eyes filled with wonder. He looked down suddenly, as if ashamed. I suppose I would have been too if I had treated someone so rudely. I, instead of returning the unkind gesture of before, motioned to the space next to him on the bench. "May I have a seat with you?"
The boy nodded, unable to meet my eyes, and I sat down, keeping a good distance between us. Peter was a plump thing, short with a sort of mousy presence. Upon closer inspection I noticed that his hair held almost no texture. His green t-shirt was tucked into a pair of crisp black jeans that still had the fold lines in them. His eyes were of the same color as his hair, a brown not light, but not dark. The only way a person can describe such a color is to just call it what it is. Brown. Simple as that. His skin had a sort of yellow tinge to it, perhaps a condition, an illness of some sort, or perhaps it was just a poor diet and bad skin care. If I was a brave soul I could have asked him all sorts of questions. But, I'm ashamed to say, I am a coward. I held my tongue and fished a book out of my trunk, opening to a book marked page and began to read, slipping the bookmark in the back fold of the book.
-Sirius Vision-
He only half listened to James' rant about the summer and how boring the later weeks of it had been. They had both been busy with school, James shopping and laughing with his parents, and Sirius wishing he could be anywhere his were not. Instead he watched the beautiful creature that sat across from him. His sandy hair caught the light, glints of the softest gold showering throughout the soft stands. His eyes, the liquid amber they were, glinted even more beautifully now than they had when he had first gazed into them. The streaks of gold in them seemed to stand out brightly, creating a contrast that was captivating and hard to pull ones eyes from. Sirius felt his gaze drop lower, to the thin frame of the boy hidden by the woven green sweater he wore.
Who wore a sweater at the end of summer? It was still blazing hot out, and Sirius was even uncomfortable in his shorts and tank top. But Remus seemed to
feel no such feeling of discomfort. He sat reading a book in the fresh light of morning, seemingly content. This boy could easily be a model. There was something about his presence that made Sirius want to...
"Sirius! Dammit, you bloody goof, are you even listening?" James nudged him in the side, his eyes on his hands which were unwrapping a chocolate frog.
"Apparently not. What were you saying?" He sighed and shook his head. He could analyze the boy later, James obviously was in a need for attention. And, as his best friend, he was willing to give it too him. Usually, nothing could drag Sirius out of a conversation with James, especially unknowingly. But Remus did, and it unnerved Sirius.
"I was asking you who was bringing what. Not that it matters much anyways, with us already being on our way to school. I just want to know what to plan on."
"Oh, just the usual." Sirius quickly went over his list mentally and nodded. Everything was taken care of. Fire whiskey and other assortments of goodies such as it should be tucked safely into the bottoms of trunks, hidden from peering eyes, throughout the train. He'd double check once they got to the school and he had time to talk to people, but right now he was more than happy just staying where he was.
"Good good!" James gave him a wide grin and chuckled. "This ought to be good. Maybe we can get Lily to agree to come. Did she reply to the invitation?"
"No."
"Really?" James sounded disappointed, but shrugged.
"Yup. It would kind of be hard for her too, you see, because I didn't bother sending one out to her."
A look of shock, then rage, then annoyance crossed James' face. "And why the hell not??"
"Well there are a few reasons. One, Lily hates me with a passion and anything from me she would most likely burn. Two, she'd turn us in as soon as we got to school. And three, on the off chance that she didn't turn us in or burn the letter, she wouldn't have come. She's too goody to get good and smashed with the rest of us."
James opened his mouth to disagree, but Sirius smirked when he saw him snap his jaw shut. "You have a point."
"Actually, to be exact, I had three. All of which were very good if I do say so myself."
"Well don't. You don't have to rub it in." James passed him a frog, which Sirius ripped open and ate immediatly. He looked at his card then put it away. He already had it.
James fell silent, probably thinking up ways to go about setting up the party, or more likely than the last, to get Lily to not despise him. Sirius shook his head and returned his attention to the stunning boy across the compartment. If only he wasn't so damned pretty. Then he and James could have a real fun time on this trip. Sirius sighed and got up, stretching slightly. "I'm going to go check on the stock people brought. I'll be back later." He didn't even wait for a reply, instead hurried out and down to the front of the train to clear his mind before he sent out to do what he did best. Socialize.
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I looked up from my book to see Sirius leave with only a few short words. I lifted my hand to wave and say bye, but he was already gone. That boy certainly seemed moody enough. He looked around to check on the others. James, seeming to not even know Sirius had left, just stared at the passing scenery though not even really taking in the genuine beauty of it. He seemed to be in a world far away and I wondered where his mind had wandered off too.
I then turned my attention to Peter who had fallen asleep in such a way his neck would hurt to the extreme with a very bad kink if he didn't have something to support his head. I looked around, but James was off in his own world still, so I sighed. I opened my trunk and fished out a very large, thick sweater. I refolded it in a way that it would make a pillow sufficient enough for what it would be used for. Standing, I very carefully lifted his head, placing the sweater as gently yet quickly as I could where his head would rest, then returned Peters head to its resting place.
I sat back down and looked up to see James staring at me. I gave him a small smile and he returned it but his eyes were still somewhat confused. He went to open his mouth but I put my fingers to my mouth, in a signal to be quiet and let Peter sleep. James shook his head, then returned his gaze to the passing world, though I think he might have actually been seeing it this time. I picked up my book, and returned to taking in a world well written, with people well thought out.
-Sirius Vision-
Sirius finished his rounds without disturbance or the slightest sign of Malfoy and his little lackey, Snape. Everyone seemed to have carried through with their promises and the alchohal collection for this party seemed to be quite a bit greater than what they would need for two. Liz had grinned at him, telling him in addition to her booze, she had brought quite a lot of other things that could be quite useful in a certain environment. Sirius had grinned and told her that he had no interest in a loose woman, at which he recieved a playful shove.
But overall, it went uneventful without entertainment. He made his way back to his compartment from the back of the train slowly, taking great care to stop and flirt with the girls and remind them again about the party and how he'd love to hang out with them. They giggled and told him they were sure it would be a blast, while a select few only nodded, blushes gracing their faces. Sirius found himself grinning after he left another group of giddy and embarrassed girls. It was too easy.
"Still whoring around, Black? It seems to be the only thing your good at." A familiar voice that cut through the aisle stuck his ears. He turned and found himself facing the very two people he had hoped not to see.
"Well, it's better than being good at nothing, as youre so well acquainted with, Malfoy. And Snape. Still his faithful lackey? Can't say I'm suprised you grease ball. Seems to be the only thing you'll ever amount to." Sirius listened to Snape growl obscenities and Malfoy remained as unemotional as ever.
"It's rather difficult to comprehend how scum like you could possibly be pure blood." Malfoy put a hand on one of his overly thin hips that jutted out in the most unattractive way. The boy had almost to pyshical strength but when it came to magic he was a genius. Sirius himself was the only one that was his match out of the students at school. And Malfoy didn't care for that one bit.
"Right back at you. Now, if you excuse me, I'll be getting back to my compartment to my friends now. Surely you'll want to do the same. Wait, I'm sorry I forgot. You don't have any friends. Regardless, I think I'll be taking a nap. You know how tiring all that attention and adoration can be. Wait a minute. My bad again. You wouldn't know." Sirius turned around and walked insolently away from his enemy, the single person he hated as much as he did his family.
A/N-
Well, I gave this one shot before but then totally rewrote it after some very wise words from Ayalone. She was right. I re-read what I had previously wrote and I hate it!!! . Well, I think this one is quite long. The story itself is 3 pages long at size ten font. Vey proud of myself and I am happy with the result. I hope you all are still out there ready to read my story again!! Please tell me what you thought of this chapter! I tried really hard! But I'll warn you, I'm a moody writer. So the story will have various writing styles depending on my mood.
Queen Of Paperclips- Thank you! and I can't tell you where I'm going with this, or exactly how I'm going to develop the characters, so reallly they'll be developed depending on what mood I'm in when I'm writing. Thank you, though, for your compliments. I try to not have my characters hide too much, and since these aren't my chars I have to really be careful. I have decided to make Remus a strong char, he's just shy around Sirius and women. So he's shy around those he likes. Like as in attracted too. Sirius is just Sirius, says too much and screws up a lot. Remus will break down around Remus and will only be bride like because he's shy.
Ruby- Thank you for the info on the lemons and limes...lol It sounds like birds and bees which it kind of is. Ok, I'll call you Ruby. RUBY IS AWESOME!!! ALL KISS HER FEET! I bet yours wasn't so bad. Mines not doing too well so don't feel bad.
Ayalone- Yes...move your chair in fear...mwuhahahaha...An rpg huh? Is it any good? Is it a good thing to be reminded of it.
Well thats it for now. READ AND REVIEW!!!! Please? Pretty Please? Boost my on....