Nez: Banzai! No more writer's fluids running thick!

Zan: Cool! Oh, as a warning , we do not own HP, ice hockey, James's second line in here and umm... well... what else...?

Nez: -monotone- Tim Horton's.

Zan: Yes! We is not owning the coffee shop chain of doom!

Nez: -rolls eyes- Whatever.

Chapter Fourteen: Hockey Demon

Back in the not-so-emo-angst-ridden future, Remus and James were impatiently waiting in Nehszriah's living room for her to emerge from her bedroom. She had promised them they were going to go someplace fun, but they were not quite sure to what this "fun" would be.

"Alright, I'm ready!" Nehszriah said happily, emerging from her room. Her Red Wings hoodie of doom was gone and in its place was a green and black varsity jacket that was opened so that one could see the emerald shirt said "Archers" on the front.

"Where are we going?" James asked as he and Remus followed Nehszriah out the door and down the street. She just looked at them and smiled.

"You guys had shown me your school sport and now I shall show you my favorite school sport of the season," Nehszriah smiled. This made the guys a bit nervous. They wanted to go search for Sirius, not gallivant all around at Nehszriah's whim. They sourly walked behind her as she led them over to what looked like a sports facility. Nehszriah paid for the three of them to get in and the teens then walked in through the sliding glass doors.

"Why is it so cold in here?" Remus asked, shivering away.

"I know! It's colder than a well digger's ass!" James chimed in.

"It has to be, otherwise the water the zamboni puts down will never freeze," Nehszriah said in a matter-of-factly voice.

"The what?" James and Remus asked in unison.

"The zamboni!" Ureth cried, popping out of nowhere to scare the Maraurders. He was bundled up just like Nehszriah and the guys and had a huige smile on his face.

"Kya! Where'd you come from?" James squealed.

"Nowhere silly!" Toran said, popping up behind Nehszriah. Remus and James wondered how they could sneak around so stealthily when they both were a whole head taller than Nehszriah and James and half taller than Remus.

"Boys," Nehszriah said, "Stop scaring the Brits."

"Its fun," Toran insisted, pouting so that his yellow down jacket puffed out profusely. Nehszriah glared at him and he glared back. Then Ureth and Toran both scuttled out the door and pretty much disappeared.

"That was odd," Remus said as they found some seats in the steel bleachers. "Now what are we going to watch again?"

So Nehszriah proceeded to attempt to teach the guys the rules of ice hockey in cliff notes version: rink, puck, ice, net, goalie, forwards, wings and fist fights.

"I still don't get it," James muttered.

"Well, I'd still prefer rugby over this, but it is not in season now. I still get my daily dose of violence though," Ureth said in James's ear. James jumped and looked behind him to see Ureth and Toran, sitting right behind them and each holding a small styrofoam cup of cocoa.

"How'd you get up there?" James asked. How could the both of them get up there without James noticing? They could not Apparate or use a sneak attack, Toran's coat ensured the latter definitively. Ureth and Toran just gave him really big grins and chuckled slightly.

"Now that..." Ureth started.

"...is a secret!" Toran finished.

"Hey, I see Zanbato!" Remus cried. He pointed across the rink to a small group of kids. There was Nehszriah's younger brother Zanbato and his friends from Best Buy, Azu, Fate and Eagle. There were a few other kids their age with them, but Nehszriah could not pick them out.

"Hmm... must be a group outing for the Bagels and Paçzkis. They must came to cheer on the Archers. Don't think I should go and disturb them all," Nehszriah said thoughtfully.

"Archers?" Remus asked. James turned to look at Nehszriah for an answer as well, but out of the corner of his eye, saw that Ureth and Toran were not there anymore.

"They're messin' with me, I knows it," he grumbled.

"Glenview's hockey team is combined with those of SouthGlen and Glen-on-the-Shore's teams. The team got together when it first was combined and decided to be called the Archers."

"But why 'Archers'?"

"Remus, I really cannot tell you. Their minds are on a completely different level than ours. It is almost as if they were gods."

"Gods..." James said monotonously. He stared at his hostess with great wonder for her sanity and mental well-being.

"Yeah, look! Here they come!" Nehszriah squealed. About half of the small rink cheered as the skaters in brown, green and gold came out onto the ice and started to warm up. The same half started to boo when players donning blue and white started to skate on the other side.

"GO GLENVIEW!" Nehszriah screamed as she stood up on the bleacher. "COME ON ARCHERS! LET'S GO GLENVIEW CROSSBOWS! CRUSH NORMANDY HIGH!"

"Sit down girl!" James yelled as he pulled the nut-job down.

"But my team..." Nehszriah started. "I need to cheer on the Crossbow Line..."

"Huh? Is this another school team name thing again?" Remus asked.

"Well, yeah," Nehszriah admitted. "Glenview is the Crossbows and our seniors on the team are one hell of a line."

"Line?"

"Yes Remus, a line. A line up. A line is a list which players on the ice at the same time.

"Oh."

Then, the buzzer rang to start the game. All throughout the first period, Nehszriah was explaining the game to Remus and James, both of whom had a bit of a time understanding.

"Why are they not flying?"

"James, this is a Muggle game, there is no flying."

"Then how can they have any fun?"

"Who did you say was in Muggle classes with you again?"

"Umm... if I am not mistaken, Ten and Eight. Number Ten was also in a Wizarding History class with me last year."

"Thanks."

"Welcome Moony."

"But they are not flying!"

"Shut it James."

"No brooms..."

So the first period ended with the score Archers: 0 Saxons: 0. James was nearly in tears due to the lack of broomsticks and Remus and Nehszriah were about to disown the boy for being so dramatic. They stood out in the slightly warmer lobby while the intermission was going on, James having a fit.

"It's cold! Its boring! I want to see Snitches! I want to see Quaffles! I want to see a game!" he pouted. Nehszriah and Remus just looked at each other with irritated faces.

"Can I kill him yet?" Nehszriah asked, her eye twitching in restrained fury.

"No, Lily might still want him," Remus said reluctantly. He then jumped, having recieved a poke in the side.

"Hello Mr. Moony!" Small-Boy-Child-Justin-From-Religious-Education said. The guys remembered him as the one Nehszriah had to pick up and rescue from the desktop. He grinned broadly as he held a large red bag that was almost as big as he was and there was a hockey stick flung over his shoulder.

"Did your practice go well Justin-kun?" Nehszriah asked, smiling cordially.

"Yes!" he beamed. Then he trotted off towards what the guys assumed to be his mother and walked away.

"Are they everywhere?" Remus asked as they went back into the rink area for the second period of play.

"No, just him," Nehszriah said blankly. She went and sat down in the seat she was in before and almost immediately the game started up once again. To the Maraurders, it seemed like forever, but to Nehszriah, the five minutes it took for the Archers to score a goal in the Saxon's net was almost like a heartbeat.

"GOAAAAAALLLL!" she screamed, hopping up and down. From her inside coat pocket she retreived a green paper fan that had a golden "A" on it, unfolded it and started to dance a small happy-dance, all while yelling "BANZAI!" at the top of her lungs.

"We need to find someone else to sit with," James muttered to Remus.

"Really? Who do you suggest? Ureth? Toran? The Pastry Congregation?"

"Maybe ourselves."

Remus and James looked back at Nehszriah. She had stopped dancing, but was now chanting "banzai" and bowing along with the rhythm. Without saying a word, they sat right back down and sighed.

Maybe, just maybe, if they looked bothered enough by Nehszriah, it would not look like they were with her.

"Huzzah! We won!" Nehszriah said at the end of the game. She was all hyped up on adrenaline from a fight that had broken out at the very end when someone from the Normandy High team sucker punched a small kid who attended Glen-on-the-Shore, which caused Nehszriah's two classmates and a boy from SouthGlen to go berserker on him.

"Aw, did you see the way they were all beating on him?" she squealed happily, animatedly punching the air as they walked back towards her house. "I can't believe that the head zebra didn't toss anyone!"

"Head... zebra...?" James asked. He looked over at Remus, who just shrugged his shoulders as well.

"Referee," Nehszriah replied. She then started to throw uppercuts to an invisible opponent, dodging and blocking as well. "I love hockey. It is the sport of the gods."

"I thought you were Catholic," James said, a bit frustrated with the hyperactive Nehszriah.

"I am. It is only a figure of speech," Nehszriah said. She stopped her boxing match and made a sharp turn towards the Tim Horton's across the street.

"Come on! Hot cocoa for all!" she giggled. Remus and James smiled as they followed her into the donut shop and retrieved the warm drink. They sat back and thought to themselves the exact same thing:

She may not be same, but at least she is fun to be around.

Zan: I was barely in it!

Nez: I know.

Zan: Why!

Nez: Because.

Zan: -grump-

Yeah, I have ice hockey on the brain. Such a lack of it is torture for my poor soul. -cries- Curse thee Bettman! Curse thee! Oh, I also know it seems as if I have some compulsive disorder in here, but I really don't. Well, I bet this chapter was a random one. Next chapter is my review replies, so be sure to submit them! Arigato!