Chapter XII
Plan B
Emi was waiting for the answer that would tell her that things were perfectly alright. She was next to the fireplace waiting for someone to appear...
She heard a soft fizzing sound.
'Sirius! How did things go? What has happenned to - '
'Relax, Emi. I think we'll need to think about something else. How about going to your house and then I'll tell you everything?'
'TO MY HOUSE? ARE YOU ON CRACK, YOU WUSS? BUT OF COURSE NOT!'
Too late. Grabbing a handful of Floo Powder, Sirius got out of the chimney, all covered in soot.
He cough rapturously. 'How about cleaning this from time to time, eh?'
'No-one asked you to come,' she said angrily, her arms folded.
'Oh, come on,' he said after he had finished cleaning the soot off his robes, pulling a puppy face, 'don't get mad at me... James had seen Lily's place, and I only wanted to have a glance at yours, too.'
'Oh, all right, I give up, it's impossible to convince you..'
His pouting gave way to a triumphant look. 'See, look what I've brought, Chinese food!'
'I've already had dinner.'
'Yeah, me too, but I can't think if I don't eat. Anyway, I usually have dinner twice... Or maybe thrice, I've lost count of it, actually.'
'Alright, alright. It's understandable enough. Eat until you crack.'
'Excellent!'
Sirius approached he coach and sat down, speading all the food (a very large amount of it) over the table, and placing a little notebook over the little armchair next to it.
'Comfortable?' she asked despectively.
'Hmm, yeah.. But a need a pencil!'
Emi, tired of arguing with him, went looking for it provided that he shut up. She was back few seconds later.
'Anything else, Your Majesty?'
'Actually, now that you mention it - '
Emi threw a cushion at him, she'd grown fed up of him.
'You want war?'
Sirius rose to his feet and walked up to her. He towered her, he grabbed her wrists and placed her on his shoulder (T/N: à la potatoes' rack) and she started writhing.
'You make everything so compllicated, Emi. This is war!'
He paralysed her with his knees and then shouted:
'WAR OF TICKLES!'
And he attacked. Sirius knew perfectly well how to do it: only with brushing his fingers against her stomach or her neck, she would go running along, screaming for bloody murder, laughing madly. Now, standing still, she could only shout.
'BLACK! I COMMAND YOU TO STOP!'
'After several minutes of pure torture and after having woken up at least he whole neighbourhood, he stopped. She tried to gain breath back again, still writhing under him.
'You're squashing me!'
Sirius was enjoying her futile attempts to escape, she looked so sexy when he did so. (A/N: Sirius is falling.. sorry, fanclub...)
He snapped out of his trance when he heard some knocking on the door. He freed Emilyn (at long last) and went to the door. Who on earth would call at such ungodly hours of the night? There was no peephole, so he had no choice but to open the door. A wrinkled old lady in her night gown, without her teeth, was waiting outside to complain.
'Miss Emilyn, please, are you feeling alright? I heard a great deal of noise...'
The old lady stopped dead in her tracks as she discovered that it was not Emilyn who was opposite her, but a young man, around her age, very attractive and with a slashed shirt (when you have to flee from tickles you tear whatever), who was looking at her with his very curious blue eyes.
'Oh, I'm sorry, I don't want to interrupt you...' she blushed and walked away hastily, without even uttering a good-bye.
Emy went to where Sirius was, asking who had knocked on the door.
'She was a little old lady, it seems that she did not want to interrupt us, you know, with "whatever" we were doing at he moment.' He tried really hard not to crack up laughing.
'Angeline? Was she Angeline? She's my mum's best friend, who knows what she thinks we were doing, and now she'll tell her everything, and… shit!'
Emy swallowed hard and Sirius looked at her seductively.
'And what could we be doing?'
She stepped backwards. 'Well.. you know what...'
What is he thinking of?
Black was following her, an amused smile playing on his lips.
Pervert! (A/N and the translator agrees with her: poor girl, it's not strange that she's thinking that... but we know that some of you wouldn't mind that much coughARWENcough)
Emy's legs hit something hard, the armchair. Sirius was still coming closer and she had no other choice but to sit down. Emy was surprised -or maybe relieved?- to see that Black's face had changed suddenly.
'Excellent. Now that you've sat down we might as well get a move on with Plan B, it's already quite late.'
Emy arched an eyebrow at him. 'What had happenned to the Sirius that had wanted barely a few seconds before.. well, whatever he wanted with her? Black sat down next to her and grabbed the chinese sticks expertly, devouring his food as if he had not eaten in days.
'You won't eat anything?'
'No, thank you, I'm not hungry.'
'Oh, come on, it's really tasty and nice.'
He gave her some spaghettis that were soaked with some weird sauce, wrapped around his sticks.
'Hmmm.. iss nise.'
'I told you. You've always got to follow the advice of Sirius the Great.'
'Yeah, well, care to give me some more?'
Sirius casted a furtive look at his pasta, which was kept in some plastic container, he held it tight against his chest.
'She wants to eat my food! Guards, seize her!'
'Alright, alright, don't give me any of them if you don't want to.'
Sirius looked at his spaghetti pensattively.
'Oh, alright, but only because it's you...'
'Before you eat them all I'll tell you what has happenned with Plan A. Lily saw the flowers and threw them off the balcony.'
Emy looked at Sirius, horror-struck. Lily must have been truly hurt to have done so.
'It looks as if your dear friend is really angry.. will have to stop with the presents giving stuff and forget all about chocolate... maybe a stray dog will give them to her.. But.. what if.. SIRIUS BLACK, YOU BLOODY GENIUS! WHAT AN IDEAD! I LOVE YOU!
Emy watched fascinated how Sirius Black kissed himself, it had to be a very good idea, indeed. Abut anyway, it was likely that for Sirius's standards, any idea that crossed his mind was bound to be an excellent idea.
'Will you call down and tell me all about it?'
'Alright, alright, down get your knickers in a knot. Come closer, we wouldn't want our readers to overhear it.'
He whispered to her his plan.
'What a trap! Lily won't be able to do a thing!'
'But the plan can fail, too. And if it fails, it's not mine.'
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT!
Translator's Note: hey! Long time, no see! I'm awfully sorry, it's been a hell of a year, with our exams for University entering and all that. Well, Joanne (Zoe at HPFF) and me are proud to say that we've passed them with flying colours actually and that we'll probably continue being together at the Medicine university, isn't it great (te subieron la nota, Xiny? Dime que sí porque no me molaría nada no tenerte en clase... con quién hablaré si no de los fics y todo eso?) have a very good day!
Kristen Black
Author's note: Yeah, I'm gonna kill Kristen... MUAHAHHAHA… She's bad, sniff... She forgot my story and she didn't translate anything for a year. I'm soooooo sorry. I only forgive her cos she had promised me to translate another story, Azkaban, mauahahhhaha. It's of Bella and Sirius. I hope she'll start soon! And finish with this too! See ya in the next chapter! Joanne
