Title: Hogsmede

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I own none.

Part: 2

Cissa glared at Annie, who was clutching her bag rather protectively, a smug smile plastered across her face. "I don't see why you can't show me," She grumbled, twirling a lock of hair languidly around one finger. Hogsmede though usually busy, was rather calm.

"I won't show you because it's a surprise..." Annie replied with a grin. No need for Cissa to know everything. After all, it wasn't really necessary.

"Its not fair. I always tell you everything." 'Well, maybe not... but its not like we're talking about certain boys, now is it.' After a moment, and a few more steps she spoke again. "Thirsty? Perhaps the Three Broomsticks isn't too crowded, unless everyone is hiding."

Her sister shrugged. "If you want to. I need to rest my feet for a moment, anyway. There is a rather nice cafe just down the street."

Cissa shrugged. "Doesn't really... matter..." She trailed off into silence, eyes narrowing to get a better view of the figure shuffling around in front of them. 'Oh hell...'

"What is it?" Annie asked, allowing her bag to fall to her side as she stood on tiptoe to see over people standing in her line of sight. "Is it someone we know? Is it Sirius? I have a bone to pick with him."

James Potter was strolling the streets of none other then Hogsmede. He had been thinking of all the events that had happened in the past couple days. He was also thinking about how he could avoid Sirius beating him to a bloody pulp. At that moment, he heard a couple of familiar voices twittering behind him. He turned his head slightly, trying to decipher who they were when he recognized them. "Excellent," he mumbled to himself, trying to stay calm. "The two people who want to beat me into a pulp even more then Sirius." James then turned quickly around and tried to get out of there as quickly as possible.

"Is that...?" Annie squinted her eyes for a second before her expression changed to that of extreme anger. She turned towards her sister and handed her the bags. "Hold these for me. JAMES POTTER!" she shouted, running after him.

It was quite obvious to anyone on the street that he was trying to avoid her. Annie had quite some difficulty trying to keep up with him as he darted through the crowd. 'Oh this is ridiculous!' she thought and she pulled her wand out of her pocket. "IMMOBULUS!"

James suddenly froze in mid run, not being able to move a muscle. After a few pointless tries, he gave up and stood still, waiting for the girls to catch up to him. He silently prepared himself for the insults and the backlash he was about to receive.

Annie seemed to be having trouble pushing through a small crowd of twittering old witches, so Cissa extracted her wand from her pocket and with a lazy wave said, "Finite Incantatem." She steadied him as he stumbled forward, moving away quickly as Annie managed to get through, looking quite dangerous to say the least.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" she shouted at him, forgetting she had a wand in her hand and jabbing her finger in his chest. It was a good thing she did, too, because at that moment sparks began shooting out of the end of it, scaring several children and adults.

"Err, I didn't do anything! I was walking, INNOCENTLY, without a person in this world who cares about me! And you guys attack me...

Therefore, the question is, what the hell is wrong with you," he said, trying to turn the situation around. It doesn't hurt to try, right?

"I only removed the spell," Cissa bit out, smiling sweetly. "She's the one who's probably going to hex you."

"Yes, I am going to hex you!"

Cissa stepped forward, so her and her sister were shoulder to shoulder. "You never went to pick up Annie. So down on your knees, bitch and hope she doesn't hurt you too much."

He was horrified. These sweet, innocent girls that he had known just yesterday had become cruel, heartless jerkettes. But he was also at least a foot taller and weighed at least 50 more pounds. So, he stood there, with his eyebrow raised, and said "Are you serious? I was joking about the crying. I do not cry, nor am I afraid of you girlies. Also, I'm not sure if my ears are clogged, but did you call me a bitch?" he asked, quite perplexed. Wasn't he supposed to be calling THEM bitches? Oh well. They were mad enough, so he had best leave it at that.

"Don't you get STARTED on what we call you, Prongs. What were you doing yesterday? Partying with you buddies? Huh? You didn't think that maybe a message was TOO MUCH for your weak mind to handle?" Her wand sent out several more sparks, which started a small fire on some poor passer-by's robes. "You think you're so big and important that you can't let your friend know you won't be able to MAKE IT?"

Oh dear "Okay, Andie, wand down. I said WAND DOWN!" She yelped, grabbing her sister's wrist and wrenching the wand away. "This is not a toy, missy."

A small crowd had begun to form and she glared at them, sending them scurrying. She turned back at James, scowling. "Well, I thought I said on your knees and start begging, cause you know, I'm still mad at you." At least... he hopefully still thinks that.

"Oh really?" Annie asked, looking at her sister for the first time in since she began her ranting. "What has he done to you?"

James, at this point, had been completely quiet. He gulped loudly and pulled comically at his collar.

"It was all his fault. He hit on me first!"

"She invited me to choose a broom with her! She was a damsel in distress, and we all know you HAVE to save them."

"You followed me around after that! You didn't HAVE too!"

"Yes I did! You asked me to come! I can't turn down a pretty girl."

"You kissed me, Buddy! And then called me Lily"

"You put ice cream on your nose to lure me in! Then slapped me!"

"You were playing footsie with me! It was an accident!"

"I didn't intentionally play footsies with you! The table was too small!"

"You should've chosen a bigger table to fit you're too big body and ego! I can't imagine how anyone can live with all that!"

Annie looked from one to the other, her sister and her friend…blood and friendship...and chose to reach back, punch James and break his nose.

"Aww, SHITE. Why'd you have to go and hit me in the NOSE? God, it was perfect and now you ruined it!" he yelled at Andie, bent over and holding onto his now throbbing nose.

Annie looked at her twin sister and smiled in satisfaction. "That felt good."

"No it DIDN'T," said James, his voice muffled. He was clearly in pain.

"You're just being a baby."

Cissa's eyes widened and she roughly grabbed James by the hair, tilting his head back gently, trying to pull his hands away from his scrunched face. "Don't be such a baby. Let me see."

"Owowow," he moaned, allowing his hands to be pried away from his face. While Cissa check him, he glared at Andie. "How 'bout I punch you in the nose, you crazy bi-"

Before being able to finish his sentence, Cissa poked him hard in the nose, disallowing him to continue. He scrunched up his eyes, and tried not to yell out loud.

"You try, and Sirius will kick your arse. And you know it." Annie said, folding her arms.

"I'm sorry sweetie, did that hurt?" She grabbed her wand from her purse and prodded his nose ever so carefully. "Medicore Repairo." Pulling back, she eyed his formerly broken appendage critically. "Perfect. One of my best, don't you think, Andie?"

Annie smiled. "Yes, though I believe he will have a permanent bump on his nose. Pity. It was such a beautiful nose. Maybe his children will get it, so he can mope."

His eyes widened to big saucers. "Are you kidding? There's a bump?" he asked, yelling in the process. James then started running towards the nearest window to check out his precious nose.

The two girls exchanged a look, and Annie fought to keep a straight face.

Cissa rolled her eyes. "Really, it's hardly bigger than your regular nose." She looked at Andie. 'Shouldn't tease the poor boy.' She mouthed. 'Heart attack, you know.'

James frantically checked his nose and decided there was no drastic change. He breathed in a couple breaths and turned around, looking at the amused twins. "That was extremely cruel, you know that?"

"Of course," Annie said quickly. "That's why I said it. You worry too much about things, Jamie. You need to take it down a notch."

"Besides," Cissa smiled. "I'm just too good at those things to mess up." Giving Andie back her bag, she pocketed her wand and wiped her hands on her black skirt...

"I'm off for a butterbeer, if anyone cares to join me." She announced, starting up the road to the Three Broomsticks.

James started walking, but realized how this might be a potential trap. Remember the last time she asked you to join her? he thought, scolding himself...

"Uh, I've actually got to get home. My mum's expecting me," he said, making up a quick excuse. Best not risk it, Prongs.

"Right. Look Jamie..."

"If he doesn't want to he doesn't have to-" She trailed off as Annie's eyes widened in excitement, a chuckle as she scampered into the bookshop. "Half-price Writing sets, I should've known."

James watched as Andie ducked into the quill store. He decided not to think about it that much and turned to Cissa, with a soft look in his eyes. "Hey, you still mad at me?" he asked quietly.

She shrugged, looking down at her shoes. "Hurt is more like it." Cissa looked up at him sadly. "My first kiss and the guy says someone else's name.. I guess I'm not that good, huh?" She shifted impatiently, neck burning. Yes, this was just her luck.

He smiled sadly and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You won't...tell her, will you? It'd seriously ruin my reputation. Listen, I'm sorry for ruining your first kiss. If I knew it was going to be that bad, I would of never kissed you in the first place. You deserve way better then me and my worthless kisses," he recited, as if from a book. He'd been practicing ways he might apologise to Cissa, if the opportunity had presented itself.

She smiled up at him shyly, poking him gently in the ribs. "It was real nice, actually. It was perfect. Besides the Lily part." Gods, she was turning into a bumbling 10 year old. It was real nice ugh. She should just shove her foot in her mouth and go, but no, she had to stay rooted to the spot and swoon.

He smirked, noticing her slight air-headedness. "It was that good, huh?" He liked the kiss also, but he wasn't the type of guy to tell other girls that. It was confidential knowledge, only for the men.

"Although I really don't have anything to compare it too." Cissa reasoned, shifting from one foot to the other. "Gracious, she's taking forever, isn't she?"

"Don't worry, I'll bet you'll be kissing plenty of other guys soon. But, I must warn you, my kiss is one of a kind. You might be disappointed." What? It was true. To be modest, James was a great kisser. It was all the practise he received, but he wasn't going to screw himself over by saying that out loud.

She smirked rather mischievously at that. "And how about you? Will I be kissing you anytime soon?" Oh yes, she was evil. Evil evil evil.

He looked up at the sky, stroked his chin and pondered. He then grinned maniacally, pecked her quickly on the lips and bolted down the street, cackling like a mad man. "You probably will be kissing me very soon, no worries!" he yelled over his shoulder, before running around a corner and disappearing completely.

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