Nez: Konnichi-wa!

Zan: -wakes up- Gick! Where'd you come from?

Nez: Nowhere. -grins-

Zan: -skeptical- Yeah, right.

Nez: Many apologies for not updating as quickly as I should have. It has been a while. I had in-between projects.

Zan: We are not owning HP, Maraurders, SADD or... Sholto Pinn's Antiquities? The hell?

Nez: Right! Also, not Fuzzy Yoda.

Zan: -sweatdrop-

Chapter Sixteen: A SADD Meeting

"Nehszriah," James whined. "I'm bored. We've been sitting here for too long already." It was true. He, Nehszriah and Remus were sitting in the Glenview auditorium, waiting for a meeting of sorts to get under way.

"Oh, shut up," Nehszriah growled. She was starting to get sick of James's constant whining and was contemplating the effects of sending the boy to the middle of the Yukon. It was winter after all and he was just wearing his polo shirt and blue jeans, providing for a "cool" effect.

"Why is no one else here?" Remus asked. He was scanning the rest of the auditorium for signs of life. Unfortunately, there were none.

"Dunno," Nehszriah sighed. Then, there was a soft buzzing sound and a strange ring-tone filled the air. Nehszriah dug through her hoodie pocket, produced a cell phone. "Hello! This is Sholto Pinn's Antiquities Just kidding..."

"Where'd that come from?" James asked. He and Remus just looked at Nehszriah as she talked into the small plastic contraption as if she were talking to someone.

"Yeah, okay. Really? Sure. Be right there." She closed the contraption up and replaced it in her hoodie.

"What's going on?" Remus asked. Nehszriah just walked away and signaled for the two of them to follow.

"You know," James muttered as they walked through Glenview's halls. "This is really humiliating. All we do is follow her around blindly! We are just seeing everything she does on a daily basis. How dull..."

"You had better watch it," Remus said as they turned a corner. "You never know when things could get interesting. Beside, we've had some fun adventures here in Glenview, right?"

"Seriously?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, there was Jones's class and there still is Jones's class, there was the pep rally and the dance and then there were things that happened outside of Glenview like the hockey game and going to that place with all the Japanese stuff."

James gave a hearty laugh. "Yes, but we were also forced to try to rescue Nehszriah and Sirius from the television in Ureth's, you were nearly eaten alive by midget children in religious education and then nearly everywhere we go, Nehszriah embarrasses us to no end!"

"At least we are not Sirius."

"Yeah. I guess you're right."

"Come on you two! Hurry up!" Nehszriah called from down the hall. James and Remus slightly picked up step and followed the girl into a classroom that they recognized as her Directed Studies room, where she went for second period. Except this time, the room smelled like the ovens in the miniature kitchens were being used for food and the various idiots that usually occupied the room were gone. Instead, it was the grandmotherly teacher Mrs Tee and a few other students.

"Hello!" a girl said happily, walking up to them. She held out her hand and once she shook hands with Remus and James she put it behind he back and began talking again. "I would like to welcome you both to Glenview's chapter of SADD..."

"What's sad?" Remus asked curiously.

"No," the girl sighed. "SADD. Students Against Destructive Decisions. My name is Theda and I am the president. Over there is Lauryn, Dennis, you know Nez and Carl-kun."

"Carl-kun?" James whispered. Carefully, he looked over to see Carl-kun standing next to Mrs. Tee, trying to swipe some food. He looked too occupied to bother with James and Remus.

"Sensei! Can I kill Carl-kun?" the tall boy Dennis asked Nehszriah.

"No," she answered. "That is a duty for only his girlfriend Fish-chan..."

"I wanna kill him now!" Dennis whined. He sat down in a chair and grouched.

"Would killing someone be a destructive decision?" James whispered to Remus as they sat down in chairs that were set around a small table with soda pop and chips set on it.

"Their recruitment methods must be impeccable," Remus replied sarcastically. James stifled a laugh while he poured himself some root beer.

"Seats everyone!" Theda called out. Everyone sat down at the table James and Remus were at, except Mrs Tee who kept on cooking in the home economics sector of the room. "Now we are here to discuss the plans for our upcoming assembly for pro-tolerance! Does anyone have any ideas?"

"Theda?"

"Yes Nehszriah?"

"Do I have to participate?"

"Yes."

"I don't want to..."

"You have to. What is the big deal?"

"I am tolerant enough. Being around all the happy-feel-good stuff will drive me nuts."

James and Remus just stayed quiet. They knew Nehszriah was by no means tolerant, but they did of course value their lives and knew to keep their mouths shut.

"Do you two have any suggestions?" Theda asked James and Remus. The boys shook their heads in unison.

"Sorry. Nothing," Remus said.

"Ooh! Where did you get that British accent?" Lauryn asked, smiling slyly. Remus shifted his seat away from her slightly.

"I am British."

Big mistake, Nehszriah thought. Now she's going to be all over him. Now, she was not right, but her prediction was not wrong either. Lauryn crept closer to the nervous werewolf and made him turn a fierce red, yet that was all she seemed to do.

"Hey," James asked. "Are there any other members? A group like this usually runs on more than this."

"Well, they just could not come," Theda said.

"Yeah. We've still got... three, four more members," Nehszriah added, counting on her fingers.

"You guys only have eight members?" James asked, a slight bit embarrassed for the group.

"Yup! Four are even seniors!" Dennis said happily.

"Enough chatter! Let's get down to business!" Theda said happily.

After that, everyone proceeded to make decorations for the auditorium in which the assembly would be held. The banners shouted non-violent slogans, the posters were cheerful and peppy and all the while, someone in particular was complaining up a storm.

"Damn pro-tolerance... I ever got my hands on... pickle..." Nehszriah muttered angrily as she cut up some paper for the large banner to be flung across the stage.

"Nehszriah, why are you in this group if you don't like the stuff it does?" James asked, keeping his distance since Nehszriah still held scissors.

"This is the only thing," she mumbled. She then glared over James's shoulder at Lauryn flirting up a storm with Remus.

"Why I ought to... jinx on her... Fuzzy Yoda... oblivion..."

"Maybe you should concentrate more on the poster," James suggested. With that, he helped Nehszriah take her mind off her flirtatious comrade and back to loathing the pro-tolerance poster of doom.

Nez: There. I cut it a bit short, otherwise it would overflow into the next chapter.

Zan: -eyebrow raised- Fuzzy Yoda?

Nez: Yup! Belonging to me good buddy... the Pope of China!

Zan: She is not.

Nez: Sure she is.

Zan: -to audience- Don't listen to the über sacrilegious devil here and please review. Thanks.