"Oh sweet Jesus," James moaned. He fell back against the trunk of the tree, one hand dramatically covering his eyes. "This'll be some trip."
And some trip it would be. "Students, students!" Dumbledore called out over the crowd. It was eight thirty a.m. on Monday, November second. Almost every student in Hogwarts was sitting at their house tables, chattering excitedly about the trip, save for the first years who were mumbling dully about anything but their lame trip. "I see you're all excited about the educational trips we've planned for you!"
The hall erupted in cheers, save from the first year, who tried to disappear behind the pancakes which were being served for breakfast.
"Now, as you all should know, today is Monday. You will leave for your designated location on Friday. We will all be traveling as muggles. Wands are to be concealed at all times unless directed by a teacher. Instead of your first period you will be dividing into your travel groups and meeting with the head teacher of your year. First years will stay here with me, second years will be with Professor Sprout, third years will be with Madam Hooch, Fourth years will be with Professor Sinestra, fifth years will be with Professor Longshanks-"
Sirius, as usual couldn't help but cackle at the potion masters name. Dumbledore shot him a stern glare and Remus grinned at him. Sirius' stomach turned to water as he sat there grinning like a dolt.
"As I was saying, sixth years will be with professor McGonagall, and seventh years….."
Sirius chose to ignore the rest of what Dumbledore said and just sat there, starring at Remus.
"Remus?" Sirius asked softly. He was standing on a balcony that overlooked a beautiful city of lights. Remus stood across from him, hair waving delicately in the soft breeze. Sirius reached down and enveloped Remus hands with his. There was no moon in the dark sky.
"Yes Sirius?" Remus said breathlessly.
"I…I've been wanting to tell you something….But I'm not sure how to say it." Sirius sighed.
"Please tell me…I won't be able to live knowing your keeping something from me." The logical part of Sirius' mind scolded him for even fantasizing that Remus would ever say something so painfully ditzy.
"Oh Remus." Sirius moaned. "Since we got to France I've realized something. I'm not sure how to say it, but I love you."
Remus blinked for a moment and then Sirius took a chance and wrapped his arms around the werewolf's neck and kissed him fiercely. It was the most perfect moment in the world. "Sirius? Sirius! Sirius Lee Black!"
Sirius snapped out of his day dream, starring right into McGonagall's pale blue eyes. "Holy-"
"Language Mr. Black!" The professor snapped. "Now come on." She twirled on her heel and strode away, the sixth years following her obediently.
"Jesus Sirius!" Remus laughed. "What could possibly keep you thinking so hard! She was looking right into your face for five minutes!"
"Erm…Pasta?" Sirius murmured. Remus just laughed. "I-uh-erm….Like pasta?"
James sighed and shook his head and gestured for Sirius to come over. Sirius obeyed. "You idiot, what was that!"
"I like pasta?" Sirius asked wincing.
"Bad dog!" James cuffed Sirius lightly on the head. "Now just relax, just cause you like him doesn't mean you have to be weird around him! It's still our Moony over there," He and Sirius looked at Remus. "He's the same Moony you've been talking with since we were eleven. Now go knock that wolf of his paws!" James pushed Sirius at Remus and sighed. The things I do for love.
"Hey Remy!" Sirius looped an arm over Remus shoulders as he usually did.
"Hey paddy." Remus sighed.
"Excited about France?" Sirius asked.
"Well….I was, but I guess we won't be visiting any museums…" Remus pouted jokingly.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Aw come on, don't give me the puppy dog face!"
"Please?"
"Augh, fine. We'll go to a real museum, but a sexy one, like the louver!" Sirius growled.
"Yay!" Remus chuckled.
McGonagall led them to the transfiguration classroom and ordered the all to sit down. "Now, since the only flights we could book to France happen to be tomorrow, you'll al be leaving tomorrow. Therefore we will meet in the grand hall at exactly nine a.m in the morning. It's not a very long flight because we're only going to Paris, it's the capital of France. You'll all be allowed one bag to be checked in the luggage compartment of the plane and one carry on bag.
"Now you will all divide into travel groups of four." McGonagall commanded. Everyone exchanged confused looks. All Sirius could absorb was that they were going to be in the great hall at ten tomorrow and could have two bags.
It took a moment before all the students scrambled into groups. The Marauders didn't need to organize themselves as they were already in their travel group.
"Keep in mind, you will be staying in the same rooms as these people for the entire trip, you will sit with them on the plane, and explore the city with them." McGonagall warned. Nobody moved. "Fine, now once we reach France we will all be checking into our hotel. Each travel group gets one room. We will be in France for nine days. At least five of the eight days must be spent on meeting the requirements of the trip, yes you are being graded!"
The students groaned.
"Stop that groaning, the requirements are simple enough for even Mr. Black to understand."
"Who?" Sirius asked.
McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Never mind, Students will be required to visit three muggle museums, dine at fifteen different French restaurants, experience the French culture, both magical and muggle, I leave that to your interpretation,"
Sirius and James grinned at each other. "Strip club!" The whispered.
"Students will also be required to perform an oral report on what they've learned and experience in France." McGonagall glared at them. "Now you all have the rest of the day off to pack and prepare yourselves. If you require muggle money please give me a note now stating your name and cannot get any money from your parents either today or in France. If you do have your own Gringotts key you can get money in France."
They left the room, Remus looking please that they would have to go to five museums, Sirius drooling over Remus, and James and Peter sniggering about French Strip Clubs.
A/N: okay I know this chapter sucked, but I felt v. uncreative today, but net chapter will be better I promise! Ahem.
Next chapter!
Sirius Black, on a plane! Next to a sleeping Remus! Can you say sexual harassment!
"Remus….there's something in the toilet." Sirius hissed.
"Sirius there is nothing in the air plane toilet!"
"Then why does it makes noises when I press the button!"
Gasp, the hotel room only has two beds? It looks like another sexual harassment suit? Oh Poor Remus.
"NO! James don't make me sleep next to Peter, he snores!" Sirius complained loudly. "And last time I slept in the same bed as him he kicked me! ….all night!"
"And do you sleep with peter often?" James sniggered.
"Are you implying you are jealous?"
And the marauders visit a museum! Oh sweet Jesus protect those poor French art goers.
"Run Remus!"
Remus had been carefully admiring a painting when he saw Sirius running toward him. "What did you do now, Paddy."
"I was sooooo hungry!" Sirius said sheepishly.
"THAT KID LICKED THE PAINTING!" Someone shouted.
"Sirius you painting rapist!" Remus gasped.
"I couldn't help it! She was hot, the fruit draped over her naked body was soooo tempting!"
"PAINTING RAPIST!" People shouted and began to chase after Sirius.
