Summary: A collection of short stories involving the Marauders.
Chapter Summary: Sirius demands that everyone call him 'conquistador'.
Author's Note: Well, that's better. I lied, I didn't type the story and at the moment I'm typing this I have 24 and I need to hurry!!
The Conquistador's Men
Ding-ding-ding, everyone turned around to see Sirius Black standing up and tapping his goblet with his fork.
"Ahem," Sirius cleared his throat. "I am happy to inform you that you all shall refer to me as 'Conquistador', anybody violating this law will be hexed." Eyes rolled, whispers started and some girls even melted.
"Why exactly do you want us to call you that again Sirius?" Peter asked as he sat back down.
"Conquistador," Sirius corrected. "Because I am the only one worthy of such a title and I have decided to establish my role as the ONLY Hogwarts Conquistador."
And that was how it all began...
"Good morning Conquistador,"
"How are you this morning Conquistador?"
"Please don't hex me Conquistador Black."
These were the comments that followed after breakfast. People had taken Sirius siriusly (pun!) only when he had hexed a couple of Slytherin girls who had thought he was kidding. The Marauder's strutted their way toward the Quidditch match, Ravenclaw Vs. Gryffindor. Peter and Wormtail took their seats in the stands while Sirius made his way to do commentary.
"And here come the Gryffindor team: blah, blah, doesn't matter, don't know you, you smell, you're ugly and the most talented POTTER!!!" Sirius dabbled as James soared onto the pitch.
"And here come the Ravenclaws: somebody, nobody, that girl I snogged last night-"
"BLACK!" came Professor McGonagall's voice, full of warning.
"CONQUISTADOR!" Sirius shot back, a whistle sounded and everyone was watching the match.
"Black, I'm not kidding." McGonagall said quietly, trying to keep her temper in.
"Neither am I Professor, and it's Conquistador now, are you deaf?"
"THAT'S IT BLACK!! TO MY OFFICE, PRONTO!!"
Sirius stared at the fireplace while McGonagall talked to Professor Dumbledore. What was wrong with people? How come they couldn't get his name was Conquistador now?
Dumbledore nodded and turned to Sirius. "So, Mr. Black..." he started, looking slightly amused as Sirius ignored him. "Well, Conquistador, I regret to say that you have detention tomorrow for disrupting a Quidditch game, usually, I would leave it up to McGonagall, but I have a far better punishment..."
Sirius gulped.
"Scrub faster Black!" Said Filch's voice from behind the Daily Prophet.
"CONQUISTADOR!" Sirius said flinging down his sponge.
"I don't care if you invented spam Mr. Black, you will scrub as fast as you can and if you give me any lip, I will make sure you never go near another girl again."
Sirius bit his tongue and continued scrubbing. Stupid, dumb, ugly Filch.
"Now, Black, why is this so hard for you to understand?" Filch asked, eyeing him with glee. Sirius kept scrubbing.
"Always in trouble, Black is always in trouble." Sirius started scrubbing a particularly tough stain. "Black did this, Black did that, Black set me on fire again, Black-"
"CONQUISTADOR!" Sirius spat and flung the dirty sponge at Filch's face and hit him square between the eyes. Filch snapped up and started toward him.
Sirius got up and started to run, when Filch stopped suddenly. He was clutching his face. Evidently, that stain had been from a potion. One that just happened to make your face look like a toad. Sirius was horrified and bolted again.
"There goes that Black kid again." Said a women in a picture to another.
"CONQUISTADOR!"
Well, that bribe seemed to work well, so let's make it....45 reviews next before I update. The next one is: "The inconspicuous soap bar," James is missing his soap, how far will he go to get it back. REVIEW PANSIES!!!
Chapter Summary: Sirius demands that everyone call him 'conquistador'.
Author's Note: Well, that's better. I lied, I didn't type the story and at the moment I'm typing this I have 24 and I need to hurry!!
The Conquistador's Men
Ding-ding-ding, everyone turned around to see Sirius Black standing up and tapping his goblet with his fork.
"Ahem," Sirius cleared his throat. "I am happy to inform you that you all shall refer to me as 'Conquistador', anybody violating this law will be hexed." Eyes rolled, whispers started and some girls even melted.
"Why exactly do you want us to call you that again Sirius?" Peter asked as he sat back down.
"Conquistador," Sirius corrected. "Because I am the only one worthy of such a title and I have decided to establish my role as the ONLY Hogwarts Conquistador."
And that was how it all began...
"Good morning Conquistador,"
"How are you this morning Conquistador?"
"Please don't hex me Conquistador Black."
These were the comments that followed after breakfast. People had taken Sirius siriusly (pun!) only when he had hexed a couple of Slytherin girls who had thought he was kidding. The Marauder's strutted their way toward the Quidditch match, Ravenclaw Vs. Gryffindor. Peter and Wormtail took their seats in the stands while Sirius made his way to do commentary.
"And here come the Gryffindor team: blah, blah, doesn't matter, don't know you, you smell, you're ugly and the most talented POTTER!!!" Sirius dabbled as James soared onto the pitch.
"And here come the Ravenclaws: somebody, nobody, that girl I snogged last night-"
"BLACK!" came Professor McGonagall's voice, full of warning.
"CONQUISTADOR!" Sirius shot back, a whistle sounded and everyone was watching the match.
"Black, I'm not kidding." McGonagall said quietly, trying to keep her temper in.
"Neither am I Professor, and it's Conquistador now, are you deaf?"
"THAT'S IT BLACK!! TO MY OFFICE, PRONTO!!"
Sirius stared at the fireplace while McGonagall talked to Professor Dumbledore. What was wrong with people? How come they couldn't get his name was Conquistador now?
Dumbledore nodded and turned to Sirius. "So, Mr. Black..." he started, looking slightly amused as Sirius ignored him. "Well, Conquistador, I regret to say that you have detention tomorrow for disrupting a Quidditch game, usually, I would leave it up to McGonagall, but I have a far better punishment..."
Sirius gulped.
"Scrub faster Black!" Said Filch's voice from behind the Daily Prophet.
"CONQUISTADOR!" Sirius said flinging down his sponge.
"I don't care if you invented spam Mr. Black, you will scrub as fast as you can and if you give me any lip, I will make sure you never go near another girl again."
Sirius bit his tongue and continued scrubbing. Stupid, dumb, ugly Filch.
"Now, Black, why is this so hard for you to understand?" Filch asked, eyeing him with glee. Sirius kept scrubbing.
"Always in trouble, Black is always in trouble." Sirius started scrubbing a particularly tough stain. "Black did this, Black did that, Black set me on fire again, Black-"
"CONQUISTADOR!" Sirius spat and flung the dirty sponge at Filch's face and hit him square between the eyes. Filch snapped up and started toward him.
Sirius got up and started to run, when Filch stopped suddenly. He was clutching his face. Evidently, that stain had been from a potion. One that just happened to make your face look like a toad. Sirius was horrified and bolted again.
"There goes that Black kid again." Said a women in a picture to another.
"CONQUISTADOR!"
Well, that bribe seemed to work well, so let's make it....45 reviews next before I update. The next one is: "The inconspicuous soap bar," James is missing his soap, how far will he go to get it back. REVIEW PANSIES!!!