Just Like Her
Mystikalolo
Disclaimer: whatever you recognize is J.K's and the other stuff is mine
A/N: Hiiiiiiiiii! I'm baaaaaaaaack! So, did you miss me? (Yeah right! What drug am I on!)
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Chapter 3
(In which we really get acquainted with Lacie, and the marauders are somewhat back to normal)
It had been a little more than a year since Lily Evans had supposedly committed suicide. Most people in Hogwarts had forgotten her. But in James, Sirius, Remus, and Naina's mind, she was still as fresh as ever. But they had been convinced by their parents and well-wishers that they had to go on with life and had to do that without sadness. Lily would have wanted it that way. So they still smiled and even laughed. They played tricks on Slytherins and did a lot of things like they used to. James even dated other girls. Actually, to be truthful, he lived on girls, but no one ever came close to Lily. James had just become a player, like Sirius and Remus.
Sirius missed the way Lily would always laugh at his jokes and tricks no matter how dumb they were. Remus missed the talks that he and Lily used to have and how she made him feel better after a full moon. Peter missed how Lily would never refuse a game with Peter, even if she was tired or feeling unwell. Naina missed the gossip and all the girlish things that she and Lily would do together. And James? Well, he just missed Lily. Everything about her. Her hair, her eyes, her good temper, her sweet personality, and he felt horrible about having that fight with her. He felt that it was his fault that Lily had killed herself.
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In Beauxbatons, it was now sixth year and Lacie was having a great time. Over the summer, she and Belle had both stayed at Marie's summerhouse in Italy. She hadn't learned much Italian, but she adored the Italian word for "good". "Benissimo".
Lacie was now the most popular girl in school and she was known as the most cold-hearted bitch and the most drop dead gorgeous girl in Beauxbatons. She dated a different boy every week and was treated like royalty. No one, but Marie and Belle could talk to her without permission and she would actually have Belle make appointments for other people to talk to her. This week she was going out with Pryere Rougherre. He was the head boy and was very handsome. He had dark brown hair in a crop cut and almond colour eyes. He was considered a bit rough and was a little dirty-minded. But when he was with Lacie, he was a complete gentleman. Lacie wouldn't go out with any other kind. She made him mind his manners and when he didn't, she gave him a cutting little speech that cussed a little, or she just slapped him. And her slaps hurt. Just like her.
Lacie Errata had deep, dark red hair, which streaked golden highlights from the sun. Her eyes were a pretty green that differed from anyone else's eyes. Going back to her hair, it was in clusters of curls. She discovered that if she swam in the Beauxbatons River water, then her hair would naturally become curly. She had cut her hair over the summer while in Italy just till her shoulders, and she thought it "Benissimo". Lacie was quite a petite girl. Though she was sixteen, she looked like she was 12. But when she gave you one of her little speeches, you felt that she was giant-like. But she had a very pure and innocent and virtuous voice. When she was nice, (which was never) she sounded like an angel from heaven.
Lacie was also on the Quidditch team. She was the captain, and the keeper. Lacie loved Quidditch very much and scorned people who didn't like it. She also had a loud voice, and would have adored being captain of cheerleading, not because she liked how the normally ditzy cheerleaders acted, but because she was a born leader and thought cheerleading was a wonderful form of sport. She could never forgive Beauxbatons for not having a cheerleading squad. Besides being good at Quidditch, Lacie was extremely clever, but she didn't always use it for the right purposes. Lacie hated to work. She liked to play pranks and annoy the teachers, and even getting detention didn't make her upset. Right now, Lacie was walking with her two best friends in the Rafelle field. Rafelle was a minor sport that the French played sometimes. It was like croquet in the water. There was a huge river in the Rafelle field. In it, there were little nets floating on top and you had to take your Rafelle stick and shoot the crache through the nets and into the hoop where the goalie stood. It was a bit complicated, but was loads of fun. At the present, a charms class was going on that Madame Sarrinelle' was teaching. But Lacie had decided to cut the class today and had convinced Belle and Marie to come with her.
"Zees is so much better than some stupid class vaire vee learn to do a stupid cheering charm or some zing. I mean, Fleetveeck taught zat to us in zee zhurd year," said Lacie in a voice of contempt. And also very French.
Marie looked at her in surprise. " Vat aire you talking about? You vaire not here een zee zhurd year. and vee do not 'ave any vun named Fleetveeck In zee Beauxbatons."
Lacie felt odd. Marie was right. She had never been in third year at Beauxbatons. And who was Flitwick? "I 'ave no idea vat I am talking about. Maybee zis is just some zing to do vith my memory loss."
Belle looked up quickly. "Vat? Memory loss? Vat aire you talking about?"
Lacie covered her mouth. "Damn zis! I suppose I vill bloody vell, 'ave to tell you. I am not a transfer student, but a girl who was found unconscious in zee park. Madame kept zis a secret so I vould not 'ave any publicity or such. I did not know who I vas, so I made up a name and identitee. Forgeeve me for not telling you so. Do you forgeeve?"
Marie and Belle looked at each other sceptically. Then, "Oui, vee forgeeve you. Now, come. Let us get back to our dormeetorees before zee teachaires come." And they went back happily.
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"Oh, Jimsie, you're so adorable! Come on and let's snog in the closet over there. There's a little fold-up bed in it. No one would suspect and we could be all alone. We could do something much more "efficient" than snogging," came a sexy little voice in James's ear. He sighed and looked at the seducing blonde haired blue-eyed girl, commonly known by the Hogwarts social status as Lauren Scrotal AKA the little bed-changing whore.
"Lauren, how many times do I have to tell you? I do not sleep with girls I have hardly gone out with. I have a little more respect for myself than that. And I hate the name Jimsie!"
Lauren pouted. "Oh, you used to be so much fun in first, second, third, and fourth year. You and Lily would have those fights and then both of you would go out with other people to make each other jealous. Of course, Lily "Perfection" Evans didn't kiss the other boys. But you used to kiss me and we snogged lots of times. You used to be so much fun and sexy then. Of course, then you would make up and that was just sickening. Watching you two, exchange saliva just doesn't fit it. You're much better off with me."
James shut his eyes in pain at the memories. This was more than he could bear.
" Listen you little bitch. I have put up with your horrible whorish ways long enough. But when you start talking about Lily and me, you go too far. Consider yourself dumped! And don't you ever, ever talk about Lily like that. I don't know why I ever went out with you. The only thing you look for in a guy is if he has 'good equipment'!"
Lauren looked at James in surprise. No one had ever dumped her. She was the heartbreaker. And here shy little Jamsie was actually swearing at her! He had promised never to cuss after Lily had died, because Lily never ever swore. ' I'll make him mine. I swear I will. And he'll see that no one ever dumps Lauren Scrotal. Not even the great James Potter." She thought to herself. James stormed back to the Gryffindor common room and found Remus and Peter there.
" What the he-oops! Forgot I wasn't supposed to do that anymore. Damn! Man! I did it again! Anyway, what's wrong with you? You look like a crazy man!" said Remus.
"I broke up with Lauren and swore at her! I'm glad, but what the sh-no, I mean, what do you think she'll do to me?"
"You know what? You're a bit too much of a scaredy cat. What happened to the famous James Potter who did anything he wanted to?" asked Peter a bit scornfully.
"He died when Lily did." James said miserably.
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"Come on! Zis is vhere zee assemblage Blairco is. Let us go play zee treek on zem so zey veel not turn up early to practeece for zee kveedeech game tomorrow," whispered Lacie to her Chasid team-mates.
In the Chasid Quidditch team, there was, Marie who was beater, Belle was the other beater, Lareese, Clareese, and Mareese, who were triplets and the chasers, and Juan who was the seeker. The chasers were in fifth year, and Juan was in seventh. They were playing a match against Blairco the next day. They hated Blairco more than any other assemblage in Beauxbatons and there were six of them.
"Lacee, do you not think zis is a bit un-sportsman like?" asked Clareese a bit worriedly. Lacie looked at her and crossed her eyes at her.
"Zis is Blairco vee aire talking about. First of all, vee aire not playing the Blaircos, the Loternaes are. zey veel not suspect us, and zey cannot make the Loternaes admit to zis even eef zey geeve zee most poverfull truth potion ever. You know zat! And you aire asking me eef vee aire un-sportsman like? Ven the Blaircos do real sabotage before almost everyone of zeir matches? Aire you on drugs?"
"Vat kind of expression is zat? Eet is not a French one." Said Juan a bit scornfully.
He was going out with Clareese at the time and was a little angry with Lacie for being so mean. Lacie looked puzzled. He was right it wasn't a French expression. But she took it out of her mind. She had more important things to concentrate on. She shrugged and turned away.
Juan grumbled. "Ugh! Zee cold shouldair. Just like her."
"Come on!" They went inside the Blairco common room.
Belle had followed a Blairco the day before and heard that the password was Dark Arts. The team split up to get the different people of the team. Lareese and Mareese went to the sixth year boy's dorm where the keeper and seeker slept.
Belle and Marie went to the third year boy's dorm where a chaser and a beater slept. Clareese and Juan went to where the other beater and another chaser slept, in the seventh year's girl's dorm. And Lacie went to the seventh year's boy's dorm where the captain and final chaser slept. They all counted to three magically with their wands and then started spreading a huge mess. They put honey all over the beds. They sprayed whipped cream on the Blaircos' faces.
They tied the hands and feet down to the bedpost and they magically colour the faces into blue and white, the Loternae colours. Then they all met in the Blairco common room. " Eez every vun here?" asked Marie. A chorus of yes's was the answer.
"Deed you do zee job properly?" asked Belle. Another chorus came.
"Right. Zen, let us go back to Chasid. Vee only have five more hours before vee 'ave to get up," said Lacie.
It was 2:00 right now. So they all trudged back, proud of their work. All except Lacie. She didn't care much. She had played too many good tricks to get excited about this one.
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"Look over there, Lucius. It's Potter and his cry-babies," said a fat Slytherin named Pricci Parkinson. The handsome boy who was cruel and evil on the inside, turned to face them.
"So," he sneered, "it's Potty, Balky, Loony, and Rat-face huh? Along with Princess Loser. Going to your cry session?"
"Bug off Malfoy, before we make you," said Sirius calmly and coldly.
"Oh yeah? What're you gonna do? Cry at me?" Lucius laughed maliciously.
Naina spoke publicly for the first time in months. (She had only spoken to the Marauders before this.) "You little freak! Move your filthy ass before I transfigure you into the remains of a chewed on dog bone! You're foul and evil, I know. But I thought even you could be a bit considerate! But hell, was I wrong! Eat shit Malfoy!" and she shoved her way through the Slytherins with the marauders following her.
The marauders stared at her in surprise. She saw them staring... and had to break down. She started crying.
"I hate them! How would they like it if they lost a friend? Of course, they wouldn't lose a friend. They wouldn't commit suicide. They're all with Voldemort!" Voldemort was a powerful dark wizard that was rising day by day.
Sirius gave her a broken smile.
"Well, I'm proud of you. Finally one of us gave Malfoy a piece of our mind. We were all too scared to do it before and then too sad."
Remus grinned suddenly. "You know what made Lily laugh the most? When we played a trick on Slytherin. She loved it. And I have to admit, so did I."
"No! Don't play a trick on Slytherin! Maybe, you know, we should sort of be nice to them," came Peter's squeaky voice.
"Why the hell would we want to be nice to Slytherin?" asked Naina scornfully.
His voice was so low, that Sirius had to ask him to speak up again. " I said, that we should because of 'You Know Who'. Maybe we should be on their good side, so they won't turn us in."
"Don't be an idiot Wormtail! We're not scared of You Kn-I mean Voldemort." Naina stated forcefully.
"So it's settled. We'll play a trick on them," said Sirius and then he turned around warily, "unless you don't want to Prongs."
James looked at them cagily. Then he gave his huge heart-breaking smile. The one he hadn't used since Lily had gone. "Come on guys. We have to make this our best one ever. This is our come-back, so let's make it good!"
They all laughed and went to get ready.
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Lacie and Belle and Marie were still laughing. The trick had gone off perfectly. Everyone suspected that the Chasids had something to do with it, and no one had been able to prove it. The team had transfigured objects to look like them and had put it in their beds when they had played their trick. Any one who had woken up would have seen their friends in bed and so they had perfect alibis.
Everyone congratulated the Chasid Quidditch team when they walked around and everyone was happy besides the Blaircos. The Loternaes had won the match too. But whenever anyone congratulated Lacie, she just flipped her hair and turned the other way.
Lacie was getting a bit bored of Beauxbatons. Nothing exciting ever happened. Peace prevailed extensively. The only person who was ever game enough to start a trick was Lacie. There were not any trips and no fights or anything to watch. ' I cannot understand why Beauxbatons is so quiet and good. I am not like them. I even use different Quidditch tactics and people look at me like I am completely crazy!'
She sighed.
(A/N: I'm not going to use French very much for Lacie anymore. Only in a few places. It's getting a bit annoying!)
Lacie sat in the common room alone for the first time. No one else was hovering over her like usual and it felt really nice. Marie and Belle were at detention. They had gotten it in a class Lacie did not have. Other people were at a Rafelle game. Lacie did not like Rafelle very much and so did not really want to go to the matches.
The door to the common room opened. In walked Madame Navarre. She looked at the girl sitting all by herself in the huge common room. Lacie was not aware that she had a visitor and so was spinning dreams in fairyland. She didn't look like her usual ice-queen self. She looked more like an angelic young woman who was looking beseechingly to find her self.
" But me' petite, vat aire you doing here all by your lonzum? Aire you not een vant of company?"
Lacie looked up with a start and immediately collected herself. She said in a cold voice, "I do not want any company. I am glad to sit here alone. If you must know, I am very tired of this school. It is extremely boring. Doesn't anything fun ever happen here?"
Madame Navarre smiled. "I am afraid zee only place een veech any zeeng out of zee ordinary happens eez in zee English school of Ogvartz." Madame saw a spark flash through Lacie's deep green eyes. She smiled inwardly. Then she left Lacie to herself.
The next day, in transfiguration, which Madame Navarre taught, an announcement was made. Madame clapped her hands. Everyone looked up from taking notes. "Children, I vould like to 'ave your attention. Next week, there veel be signups for transferring students to different schools in the continent. If you vould like to participate, then I vould ask you to sign up as it is a rare opportunity."
Lacie and Belle and Marie looked at each other and signalled; Let's go!
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The Marauders and Naina were getting their trick ready for the Slytherins. It had to be excellent, but they could not decide what to do.
"How 'bout transfiguring their robes to say Gryffindor Rocks Bloody Well, but Slytherin isn't even worth Hell?" asked Sirius.
"Nah, not good enough, and too complicated for Slytherins to understand a 100 percent." James disagreed.
" Well, what about charming things to punch them and hit them and cuss at them?" asked Naina.
" It'll take too long."
"How about we just don't do anything? Then the Slytherins won't be mad at us."
The others looked at him.
"Peter!" They said in unison.
Remus spoke up after doing lots of thinking. " I think we should charm them to be nice to Gryffindor. And they should cuss at the teachers. Especially the potions master, Professor Parkinson."
Everyone looked up and slowly, a smile formed on each of their faces, including Peter's. Brilliant.
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It was time to sign up if you wanted to be a transfer student. Lacie and Belle could not wait. Marie was looking a bit sceptical though.
What the hell is wrong?" asked Lacie a bit impatiently.
" Yes Marie, don't you vant to go veeseet anuzzer country?" Belle asked as if she was irritated.
" I do, but I do not vant to go vaire I do not know anyone."
"Do not be silly! You know us!"
"Yes, but you aire originally from England and so feel at home, and you, Belle, aire having your fazzer leeving in England."
"I know, but-"
" What? Your father lives in England?"
"Yes, my parents are divorced and I alvays leeved veeth my muzzer; Anelynne Dupont, because she is a Parisian at heart and so am I, but my fazzer is English and so he moved to England and I have not seen heem for eleven years! I have nevaire even been to England before."
"But hold on a sec!" cried Lacie. " Who said anything about going to England? We might go to Italy or Germany. It sounds like fun."
" Oh, I know you two both vant to go to England. I see eet een your eyes."
Belle looked at the floor. " Vell, if you really do not vant to go to England, you could... stay here," she said whisperingly.
Marie looked at them both with sadness and shock, but with a tinge of relief. " You, you think so?" She looked at them pleadingly. Belle nodded and they both looked at Lacie.
She looked at them with rage, but when she saw how relieved Marie looked, "Oh, alright!"
Marie shouted in rapid French and hugged her friends with happiness.
" Thank you Belle, thank you Lacie! Merci! Merci! Merci! Now, go and sign on your leetle sheets of papaire." And they went off and signed on the paper that read England.
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"Okay crew, ready?"
"I, I sir!"
"Ready and Steady!"
"Count down to lift off!"
"Are you sure we should do this?"
"Peter!"
The marauders looked at him. Peter looked down. "Sorry."
"Just one more thing before we go on with our trick," said James.
"What's that?" asked Naina.
"Ooh, ooh, let me say it!" shouted Sirius.
Remus rolled his eyes and James smiled and nodded.
"I understand that this is very short notice, but I would still like to be the one to say it," said Sirius in a deep rumbling and snotty voice, "Miss Naina Randall, would you please do us all the honours of joining the Marauders?"
Naina stood there, stunned. "Wh-wh-what?"
Remus talked in an announcer's voice, "Yes Ms. Naina, you have won yourself your very own, place with the Marauders. Now what do you have to say to that?"
"I-I don't know what to say? That's like the highest tribute you could give me. Are you sure?"
James spoke gently, "Look Naina, you were Lily's best friend. You deserve it. Just like her. Please take it with our gratitude."
Naina smiled widely. "Well sure if you put it like that. I'd be a bloody fool if I didn't take it!"
"Now that you're a marauder, you can do the honours of the marauders," said Remus.
"But it's my turn Moony!" complained Peter.
"Next time," said Sirius, waving him aside.
"Oh, wow, okay, I will. I hope I don't mess up." Naina said.
"You won't mess up. Trust me," said James.
"Okay," and she began. " Marauders here and there, marauders everywhere, marauders far and near, marauders you are dear. If by day or if by night, we stand together firm and tight. Marauders, we share one soul. True friendship will always and forever be our goal."
She whispered softly but firmly, "Marauders?"
"For longer than eternity," the answer came back gently, but clearly.
Naina had tears in her eyes, but her smile shone like the sun.
"Now let's go do the dirty work." Remus said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Alright then!"
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"Ve're goeeng to England! Ve're goeeng to England! Ha, ha! Hey, hey! Ve're goeeng to England!" sang Belle all week long.
"Arabella Clitella Dupont! Shut your damn cakehole or else!" shouted Lacie.
" I cannot help it. I am sorry! I am just soooooo happy to be going to a foreign country and such! See, I have even been practicing a-I mean an English accent. Can you not tell?"
"Yes, I know you have and I have too, even though I never really lost the one I had before I came here."
"Oh Belle, Lacee, I veel mees you so much! Vat veel I do vidout you?" asked Marie sorrowfully.
"I think you should go out with Pryere while I am gone. You're popular enough," said Lacie.
"Oui, I veel think about eet. And you and Belle must have a lovely time and tell me about it when you get back."
The three hugged. Then it was time to leave. Off to England! Tally Ho!
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mystikalolo
A/N: I have but a word to say. Review! Please!! :)
Mystikalolo
Disclaimer: whatever you recognize is J.K's and the other stuff is mine
A/N: Hiiiiiiiiii! I'm baaaaaaaaack! So, did you miss me? (Yeah right! What drug am I on!)
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Chapter 3
(In which we really get acquainted with Lacie, and the marauders are somewhat back to normal)
It had been a little more than a year since Lily Evans had supposedly committed suicide. Most people in Hogwarts had forgotten her. But in James, Sirius, Remus, and Naina's mind, she was still as fresh as ever. But they had been convinced by their parents and well-wishers that they had to go on with life and had to do that without sadness. Lily would have wanted it that way. So they still smiled and even laughed. They played tricks on Slytherins and did a lot of things like they used to. James even dated other girls. Actually, to be truthful, he lived on girls, but no one ever came close to Lily. James had just become a player, like Sirius and Remus.
Sirius missed the way Lily would always laugh at his jokes and tricks no matter how dumb they were. Remus missed the talks that he and Lily used to have and how she made him feel better after a full moon. Peter missed how Lily would never refuse a game with Peter, even if she was tired or feeling unwell. Naina missed the gossip and all the girlish things that she and Lily would do together. And James? Well, he just missed Lily. Everything about her. Her hair, her eyes, her good temper, her sweet personality, and he felt horrible about having that fight with her. He felt that it was his fault that Lily had killed herself.
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In Beauxbatons, it was now sixth year and Lacie was having a great time. Over the summer, she and Belle had both stayed at Marie's summerhouse in Italy. She hadn't learned much Italian, but she adored the Italian word for "good". "Benissimo".
Lacie was now the most popular girl in school and she was known as the most cold-hearted bitch and the most drop dead gorgeous girl in Beauxbatons. She dated a different boy every week and was treated like royalty. No one, but Marie and Belle could talk to her without permission and she would actually have Belle make appointments for other people to talk to her. This week she was going out with Pryere Rougherre. He was the head boy and was very handsome. He had dark brown hair in a crop cut and almond colour eyes. He was considered a bit rough and was a little dirty-minded. But when he was with Lacie, he was a complete gentleman. Lacie wouldn't go out with any other kind. She made him mind his manners and when he didn't, she gave him a cutting little speech that cussed a little, or she just slapped him. And her slaps hurt. Just like her.
Lacie Errata had deep, dark red hair, which streaked golden highlights from the sun. Her eyes were a pretty green that differed from anyone else's eyes. Going back to her hair, it was in clusters of curls. She discovered that if she swam in the Beauxbatons River water, then her hair would naturally become curly. She had cut her hair over the summer while in Italy just till her shoulders, and she thought it "Benissimo". Lacie was quite a petite girl. Though she was sixteen, she looked like she was 12. But when she gave you one of her little speeches, you felt that she was giant-like. But she had a very pure and innocent and virtuous voice. When she was nice, (which was never) she sounded like an angel from heaven.
Lacie was also on the Quidditch team. She was the captain, and the keeper. Lacie loved Quidditch very much and scorned people who didn't like it. She also had a loud voice, and would have adored being captain of cheerleading, not because she liked how the normally ditzy cheerleaders acted, but because she was a born leader and thought cheerleading was a wonderful form of sport. She could never forgive Beauxbatons for not having a cheerleading squad. Besides being good at Quidditch, Lacie was extremely clever, but she didn't always use it for the right purposes. Lacie hated to work. She liked to play pranks and annoy the teachers, and even getting detention didn't make her upset. Right now, Lacie was walking with her two best friends in the Rafelle field. Rafelle was a minor sport that the French played sometimes. It was like croquet in the water. There was a huge river in the Rafelle field. In it, there were little nets floating on top and you had to take your Rafelle stick and shoot the crache through the nets and into the hoop where the goalie stood. It was a bit complicated, but was loads of fun. At the present, a charms class was going on that Madame Sarrinelle' was teaching. But Lacie had decided to cut the class today and had convinced Belle and Marie to come with her.
"Zees is so much better than some stupid class vaire vee learn to do a stupid cheering charm or some zing. I mean, Fleetveeck taught zat to us in zee zhurd year," said Lacie in a voice of contempt. And also very French.
Marie looked at her in surprise. " Vat aire you talking about? You vaire not here een zee zhurd year. and vee do not 'ave any vun named Fleetveeck In zee Beauxbatons."
Lacie felt odd. Marie was right. She had never been in third year at Beauxbatons. And who was Flitwick? "I 'ave no idea vat I am talking about. Maybee zis is just some zing to do vith my memory loss."
Belle looked up quickly. "Vat? Memory loss? Vat aire you talking about?"
Lacie covered her mouth. "Damn zis! I suppose I vill bloody vell, 'ave to tell you. I am not a transfer student, but a girl who was found unconscious in zee park. Madame kept zis a secret so I vould not 'ave any publicity or such. I did not know who I vas, so I made up a name and identitee. Forgeeve me for not telling you so. Do you forgeeve?"
Marie and Belle looked at each other sceptically. Then, "Oui, vee forgeeve you. Now, come. Let us get back to our dormeetorees before zee teachaires come." And they went back happily.
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"Oh, Jimsie, you're so adorable! Come on and let's snog in the closet over there. There's a little fold-up bed in it. No one would suspect and we could be all alone. We could do something much more "efficient" than snogging," came a sexy little voice in James's ear. He sighed and looked at the seducing blonde haired blue-eyed girl, commonly known by the Hogwarts social status as Lauren Scrotal AKA the little bed-changing whore.
"Lauren, how many times do I have to tell you? I do not sleep with girls I have hardly gone out with. I have a little more respect for myself than that. And I hate the name Jimsie!"
Lauren pouted. "Oh, you used to be so much fun in first, second, third, and fourth year. You and Lily would have those fights and then both of you would go out with other people to make each other jealous. Of course, Lily "Perfection" Evans didn't kiss the other boys. But you used to kiss me and we snogged lots of times. You used to be so much fun and sexy then. Of course, then you would make up and that was just sickening. Watching you two, exchange saliva just doesn't fit it. You're much better off with me."
James shut his eyes in pain at the memories. This was more than he could bear.
" Listen you little bitch. I have put up with your horrible whorish ways long enough. But when you start talking about Lily and me, you go too far. Consider yourself dumped! And don't you ever, ever talk about Lily like that. I don't know why I ever went out with you. The only thing you look for in a guy is if he has 'good equipment'!"
Lauren looked at James in surprise. No one had ever dumped her. She was the heartbreaker. And here shy little Jamsie was actually swearing at her! He had promised never to cuss after Lily had died, because Lily never ever swore. ' I'll make him mine. I swear I will. And he'll see that no one ever dumps Lauren Scrotal. Not even the great James Potter." She thought to herself. James stormed back to the Gryffindor common room and found Remus and Peter there.
" What the he-oops! Forgot I wasn't supposed to do that anymore. Damn! Man! I did it again! Anyway, what's wrong with you? You look like a crazy man!" said Remus.
"I broke up with Lauren and swore at her! I'm glad, but what the sh-no, I mean, what do you think she'll do to me?"
"You know what? You're a bit too much of a scaredy cat. What happened to the famous James Potter who did anything he wanted to?" asked Peter a bit scornfully.
"He died when Lily did." James said miserably.
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"Come on! Zis is vhere zee assemblage Blairco is. Let us go play zee treek on zem so zey veel not turn up early to practeece for zee kveedeech game tomorrow," whispered Lacie to her Chasid team-mates.
In the Chasid Quidditch team, there was, Marie who was beater, Belle was the other beater, Lareese, Clareese, and Mareese, who were triplets and the chasers, and Juan who was the seeker. The chasers were in fifth year, and Juan was in seventh. They were playing a match against Blairco the next day. They hated Blairco more than any other assemblage in Beauxbatons and there were six of them.
"Lacee, do you not think zis is a bit un-sportsman like?" asked Clareese a bit worriedly. Lacie looked at her and crossed her eyes at her.
"Zis is Blairco vee aire talking about. First of all, vee aire not playing the Blaircos, the Loternaes are. zey veel not suspect us, and zey cannot make the Loternaes admit to zis even eef zey geeve zee most poverfull truth potion ever. You know zat! And you aire asking me eef vee aire un-sportsman like? Ven the Blaircos do real sabotage before almost everyone of zeir matches? Aire you on drugs?"
"Vat kind of expression is zat? Eet is not a French one." Said Juan a bit scornfully.
He was going out with Clareese at the time and was a little angry with Lacie for being so mean. Lacie looked puzzled. He was right it wasn't a French expression. But she took it out of her mind. She had more important things to concentrate on. She shrugged and turned away.
Juan grumbled. "Ugh! Zee cold shouldair. Just like her."
"Come on!" They went inside the Blairco common room.
Belle had followed a Blairco the day before and heard that the password was Dark Arts. The team split up to get the different people of the team. Lareese and Mareese went to the sixth year boy's dorm where the keeper and seeker slept.
Belle and Marie went to the third year boy's dorm where a chaser and a beater slept. Clareese and Juan went to where the other beater and another chaser slept, in the seventh year's girl's dorm. And Lacie went to the seventh year's boy's dorm where the captain and final chaser slept. They all counted to three magically with their wands and then started spreading a huge mess. They put honey all over the beds. They sprayed whipped cream on the Blaircos' faces.
They tied the hands and feet down to the bedpost and they magically colour the faces into blue and white, the Loternae colours. Then they all met in the Blairco common room. " Eez every vun here?" asked Marie. A chorus of yes's was the answer.
"Deed you do zee job properly?" asked Belle. Another chorus came.
"Right. Zen, let us go back to Chasid. Vee only have five more hours before vee 'ave to get up," said Lacie.
It was 2:00 right now. So they all trudged back, proud of their work. All except Lacie. She didn't care much. She had played too many good tricks to get excited about this one.
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"Look over there, Lucius. It's Potter and his cry-babies," said a fat Slytherin named Pricci Parkinson. The handsome boy who was cruel and evil on the inside, turned to face them.
"So," he sneered, "it's Potty, Balky, Loony, and Rat-face huh? Along with Princess Loser. Going to your cry session?"
"Bug off Malfoy, before we make you," said Sirius calmly and coldly.
"Oh yeah? What're you gonna do? Cry at me?" Lucius laughed maliciously.
Naina spoke publicly for the first time in months. (She had only spoken to the Marauders before this.) "You little freak! Move your filthy ass before I transfigure you into the remains of a chewed on dog bone! You're foul and evil, I know. But I thought even you could be a bit considerate! But hell, was I wrong! Eat shit Malfoy!" and she shoved her way through the Slytherins with the marauders following her.
The marauders stared at her in surprise. She saw them staring... and had to break down. She started crying.
"I hate them! How would they like it if they lost a friend? Of course, they wouldn't lose a friend. They wouldn't commit suicide. They're all with Voldemort!" Voldemort was a powerful dark wizard that was rising day by day.
Sirius gave her a broken smile.
"Well, I'm proud of you. Finally one of us gave Malfoy a piece of our mind. We were all too scared to do it before and then too sad."
Remus grinned suddenly. "You know what made Lily laugh the most? When we played a trick on Slytherin. She loved it. And I have to admit, so did I."
"No! Don't play a trick on Slytherin! Maybe, you know, we should sort of be nice to them," came Peter's squeaky voice.
"Why the hell would we want to be nice to Slytherin?" asked Naina scornfully.
His voice was so low, that Sirius had to ask him to speak up again. " I said, that we should because of 'You Know Who'. Maybe we should be on their good side, so they won't turn us in."
"Don't be an idiot Wormtail! We're not scared of You Kn-I mean Voldemort." Naina stated forcefully.
"So it's settled. We'll play a trick on them," said Sirius and then he turned around warily, "unless you don't want to Prongs."
James looked at them cagily. Then he gave his huge heart-breaking smile. The one he hadn't used since Lily had gone. "Come on guys. We have to make this our best one ever. This is our come-back, so let's make it good!"
They all laughed and went to get ready.
~~~~~***~~~~~
Lacie and Belle and Marie were still laughing. The trick had gone off perfectly. Everyone suspected that the Chasids had something to do with it, and no one had been able to prove it. The team had transfigured objects to look like them and had put it in their beds when they had played their trick. Any one who had woken up would have seen their friends in bed and so they had perfect alibis.
Everyone congratulated the Chasid Quidditch team when they walked around and everyone was happy besides the Blaircos. The Loternaes had won the match too. But whenever anyone congratulated Lacie, she just flipped her hair and turned the other way.
Lacie was getting a bit bored of Beauxbatons. Nothing exciting ever happened. Peace prevailed extensively. The only person who was ever game enough to start a trick was Lacie. There were not any trips and no fights or anything to watch. ' I cannot understand why Beauxbatons is so quiet and good. I am not like them. I even use different Quidditch tactics and people look at me like I am completely crazy!'
She sighed.
(A/N: I'm not going to use French very much for Lacie anymore. Only in a few places. It's getting a bit annoying!)
Lacie sat in the common room alone for the first time. No one else was hovering over her like usual and it felt really nice. Marie and Belle were at detention. They had gotten it in a class Lacie did not have. Other people were at a Rafelle game. Lacie did not like Rafelle very much and so did not really want to go to the matches.
The door to the common room opened. In walked Madame Navarre. She looked at the girl sitting all by herself in the huge common room. Lacie was not aware that she had a visitor and so was spinning dreams in fairyland. She didn't look like her usual ice-queen self. She looked more like an angelic young woman who was looking beseechingly to find her self.
" But me' petite, vat aire you doing here all by your lonzum? Aire you not een vant of company?"
Lacie looked up with a start and immediately collected herself. She said in a cold voice, "I do not want any company. I am glad to sit here alone. If you must know, I am very tired of this school. It is extremely boring. Doesn't anything fun ever happen here?"
Madame Navarre smiled. "I am afraid zee only place een veech any zeeng out of zee ordinary happens eez in zee English school of Ogvartz." Madame saw a spark flash through Lacie's deep green eyes. She smiled inwardly. Then she left Lacie to herself.
The next day, in transfiguration, which Madame Navarre taught, an announcement was made. Madame clapped her hands. Everyone looked up from taking notes. "Children, I vould like to 'ave your attention. Next week, there veel be signups for transferring students to different schools in the continent. If you vould like to participate, then I vould ask you to sign up as it is a rare opportunity."
Lacie and Belle and Marie looked at each other and signalled; Let's go!
~~~~~***~~~~~
The Marauders and Naina were getting their trick ready for the Slytherins. It had to be excellent, but they could not decide what to do.
"How 'bout transfiguring their robes to say Gryffindor Rocks Bloody Well, but Slytherin isn't even worth Hell?" asked Sirius.
"Nah, not good enough, and too complicated for Slytherins to understand a 100 percent." James disagreed.
" Well, what about charming things to punch them and hit them and cuss at them?" asked Naina.
" It'll take too long."
"How about we just don't do anything? Then the Slytherins won't be mad at us."
The others looked at him.
"Peter!" They said in unison.
Remus spoke up after doing lots of thinking. " I think we should charm them to be nice to Gryffindor. And they should cuss at the teachers. Especially the potions master, Professor Parkinson."
Everyone looked up and slowly, a smile formed on each of their faces, including Peter's. Brilliant.
~~~~~***~~~~~
It was time to sign up if you wanted to be a transfer student. Lacie and Belle could not wait. Marie was looking a bit sceptical though.
What the hell is wrong?" asked Lacie a bit impatiently.
" Yes Marie, don't you vant to go veeseet anuzzer country?" Belle asked as if she was irritated.
" I do, but I do not vant to go vaire I do not know anyone."
"Do not be silly! You know us!"
"Yes, but you aire originally from England and so feel at home, and you, Belle, aire having your fazzer leeving in England."
"I know, but-"
" What? Your father lives in England?"
"Yes, my parents are divorced and I alvays leeved veeth my muzzer; Anelynne Dupont, because she is a Parisian at heart and so am I, but my fazzer is English and so he moved to England and I have not seen heem for eleven years! I have nevaire even been to England before."
"But hold on a sec!" cried Lacie. " Who said anything about going to England? We might go to Italy or Germany. It sounds like fun."
" Oh, I know you two both vant to go to England. I see eet een your eyes."
Belle looked at the floor. " Vell, if you really do not vant to go to England, you could... stay here," she said whisperingly.
Marie looked at them both with sadness and shock, but with a tinge of relief. " You, you think so?" She looked at them pleadingly. Belle nodded and they both looked at Lacie.
She looked at them with rage, but when she saw how relieved Marie looked, "Oh, alright!"
Marie shouted in rapid French and hugged her friends with happiness.
" Thank you Belle, thank you Lacie! Merci! Merci! Merci! Now, go and sign on your leetle sheets of papaire." And they went off and signed on the paper that read England.
~~~~~***~~~~~
"Okay crew, ready?"
"I, I sir!"
"Ready and Steady!"
"Count down to lift off!"
"Are you sure we should do this?"
"Peter!"
The marauders looked at him. Peter looked down. "Sorry."
"Just one more thing before we go on with our trick," said James.
"What's that?" asked Naina.
"Ooh, ooh, let me say it!" shouted Sirius.
Remus rolled his eyes and James smiled and nodded.
"I understand that this is very short notice, but I would still like to be the one to say it," said Sirius in a deep rumbling and snotty voice, "Miss Naina Randall, would you please do us all the honours of joining the Marauders?"
Naina stood there, stunned. "Wh-wh-what?"
Remus talked in an announcer's voice, "Yes Ms. Naina, you have won yourself your very own, place with the Marauders. Now what do you have to say to that?"
"I-I don't know what to say? That's like the highest tribute you could give me. Are you sure?"
James spoke gently, "Look Naina, you were Lily's best friend. You deserve it. Just like her. Please take it with our gratitude."
Naina smiled widely. "Well sure if you put it like that. I'd be a bloody fool if I didn't take it!"
"Now that you're a marauder, you can do the honours of the marauders," said Remus.
"But it's my turn Moony!" complained Peter.
"Next time," said Sirius, waving him aside.
"Oh, wow, okay, I will. I hope I don't mess up." Naina said.
"You won't mess up. Trust me," said James.
"Okay," and she began. " Marauders here and there, marauders everywhere, marauders far and near, marauders you are dear. If by day or if by night, we stand together firm and tight. Marauders, we share one soul. True friendship will always and forever be our goal."
She whispered softly but firmly, "Marauders?"
"For longer than eternity," the answer came back gently, but clearly.
Naina had tears in her eyes, but her smile shone like the sun.
"Now let's go do the dirty work." Remus said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Alright then!"
~~~~~***~~~~~
"Ve're goeeng to England! Ve're goeeng to England! Ha, ha! Hey, hey! Ve're goeeng to England!" sang Belle all week long.
"Arabella Clitella Dupont! Shut your damn cakehole or else!" shouted Lacie.
" I cannot help it. I am sorry! I am just soooooo happy to be going to a foreign country and such! See, I have even been practicing a-I mean an English accent. Can you not tell?"
"Yes, I know you have and I have too, even though I never really lost the one I had before I came here."
"Oh Belle, Lacee, I veel mees you so much! Vat veel I do vidout you?" asked Marie sorrowfully.
"I think you should go out with Pryere while I am gone. You're popular enough," said Lacie.
"Oui, I veel think about eet. And you and Belle must have a lovely time and tell me about it when you get back."
The three hugged. Then it was time to leave. Off to England! Tally Ho!
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A/N: I have but a word to say. Review! Please!! :)