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1. I'm gonna change this title soon....er yea....to this story....
2. This is the second to longest chap and a fast update so I hope ya guys enjoy it!
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4. I have a new story coming out and I need help with the title. It's an L/J Sirius/ OC comedy and isnt really at all normal. The whole story is written through notes passed between students during classes so deffinetly not ordinary at all. At the bottom of this page I'll have an excerpt of the story, and then you guys can send me some ideas on what to title it! PLEASE?
5. Uhhhh I dont have anything else to say except, thanks are at the bottom, along with an excerpt from a new story and on with the show ppl!
BTW, I know I said 'yall' and stuff and NO im not southern, I'm just too lazy to type 'you all'.
CHAPTER 11. Midnight Rondezvous...Sorta
I tickled the over large pear and entered quietly into my haven, the Hogwarts kitchens.
Considering it's about 11:18 p.m. right now (my handy dandy watch) you surely can't expect those kind boisterous munchkins to hurdle me with offers of food.
The 4 large serving tables had been cleared and in place were about 5 hundred (mind you this is a large room filled with small people) tiny cots in orderly rows through out the whole room.
At the far end was a cozy fireplace and a comfy looking table to sit at.
Now you're wondering what I'm doing here when there's no house elf to serve me food.
Well dear, it's something called, the magic of left overs.
I carefully made my way across the floor, hoping not to wake anyone (or step on them).
Too bad my feet ar as loud as trolls.
Immediately, a peculiarily small lady house elf woke up with a high pitched squeal.
"Shhhh. It's only me, Santasia", the elf looked up at me as I recognized her.
Arien was her name, an elf with rather green twinkling eyes the size of cup cakes.
Merlin I am hungry.
"What are you doing here at this hour?" She inquired me in a hushed tone.
"Sorry to wake you Arien. I've only come here for a snack, you can go back to sleep. I'll only be taking a butter beer. And, er, maybe a sticky bun or 2", I grinned sheepishly at her, knowing that she was well aware of my midnight cravings.
"Yes Ms. Moria. Go right on ahead. And lucky you! You've got someone to keep you company!"
"Oh no Arien, go to sleep now. I can feed myself", I smiled at her.
"No I don't mean me. There's a silly boy back there eating food as well. I'm sure you know him. His name's Sirius Black, it is", she grinned back at me as my face fell.
Oh shit.
"Sirius?" I said in a not so quiet tone.
The nasty little pig finally looked up from his feed, "Santasia! What are you doing here?"
I swear that moron could wake up a rock. "Sirius, hush yourself!"
"Oh sorry. What are you doing here?" He whispered to me as cake frosting dripped from his idle spoon.
"Oh well, you know me. I just decided to come here to study whether the myth about the school porridge is true. If they really do put cockroaches into it." Sirius gave me a puzzled look, obviously not getting the sarcasm I'd implied.
"I've come here to eat." I said sitting down next to him at the corner table.
"Ah. What would you like? Some cup cakes? Sandwiches? Porridge I dare say?"
"Just some butter beer and a sticky bun, thanks", he reached down into a crate that was set next to his chair and fished out my order.
At that moment, I realized that Arien was still standing next to me and intently listening to our conversation and watching us.
Sirius and I both looked at her simultaneously and she quickly scurried off to her cot like a mouse and adapted some rather fake, high pitched snores.
"Anyway." Sirius handed me the food and grinned like his life depended on it.
Oh dear mother of chocolate, did he have to smile?
I felt myself blush as heat creeped upon my face, lining me like an obvious vine.
"What?" Sirius had noticed my hyper colored face. Damn those cheeks of mine!
"Nothing", I quickly uncapped my butter beer and took a swig to distract him from my inhuman cheeks.
"Okay", he said cockily, and I immediately stopped blushing. His ego is a humungo turn-off.
We all know what time it is don't we?
Awkward silence time!
Yay! Whoopee!
Time of my sodding life.
"So... what's up with you lately?" Sirius looked at me intently, as if he wanted to hold a conversation like an adult.
What's up with me? Well that's a bit stand-offish. I'm in all of his bloody classes!
"Nothing", I answered warily.
"Right, right, right, right, right, right", he mumbled annoyingly. "You've got things to see, boys to do eh?"
I glared at him to show that I didn't appreciate the sexual inuendo. "Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Now it was his turn to say, "Nothing."
Again, no one spoke. I downed the rest of the bottle and tried a bite at my second sticky bun as Sirius prodded his cake.
Finally, Sirius spoke, "Are you dreading the Transfiguration test tomorrow as much as I am?"
"Yes, and I haven't even studied for the thing she just taught us today! Ugh I hate sodding Mondays."
"Me too", he smiled at me and brought my bloody blushies back, "Did you see me- er I mean did you see the Quidditch match on Sunday?"
"Of course, erm, I wouldn't ever miss it", oh crap, I just realized how that must sound to him. "You know, I mean, Graham is on the team and all."
"Oh so you like him?" Sirius raised his eyebrow at me nuetrally.
"No! He's one of my best friends." This ponce jumps to conclusions just as often as he jumps from girl to girl, like a frog on a lily pad. Wanker.
"Oh", he said softly.
I reached to his side of the table to the crate on the floor. My fingers skimmed the lid as I strained my arm to unlatch it for another butterbeer. Just a little further.
And whoops! There I fell off my chair sideways, bringing it down with me to the sounds of Sirius laughing joyfully.
Sirius was shaking with laughter and I was so sure I would see tears of mirth rolling down his face soon enough. But, instead, I saw Sirius himself roll out of his chair from loosing balance due to his hyteria.
His full weight was planted on me and I wanted to scream bloody murder, but from my veiw on the floor I saw the silent cots of the house elves and resumed to biting my tongue.
"Sirius, your elbow is in my stomach! Move!"
"Sorry", he panted as he got off of me and pulled me up gently, "Sorry, you just looked so-"
"I don't need you reminding me how pleasent I look in that compromising position."
"Compromising position eh?" He smirked at me his smirkiest of the smirkier smirks of his. That bloody perv!
"Sirius, I believe you are just asking for a smack upside your pompous head. Would you like me to deliver it to you?" There. That shut him up.
Sirius frowned at me and arched his eyebrows. The lowered them. Then arched them again. He wiggled them alternately, almost bringing a smile to my face.
He won't be getting to me that easily.
One thing that I have failed to mention about the wondrous Hogwarts kitchens, is the wide window over the fireplace. From my seat at the little table, I could gaze out the window and overlook the waning moon and the abundant stars in the sky.
A short intake of breath from me and I realized that it was drizzling outside.
My love for rain overtook me and I quickly got up from my seat... only to knock it over.
"Ehrm. Quite the clumsy one eh?" Sirius smiled piously at me as I glared back.
"If you don't mind, I'll be leaving now", without waiting for his response, I walked as fast as I could out of the kitchens to my destination.
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I scampered as stealthily as I could across the main passage when I heard footsteps behind me.
OH SHIT! I'm being followed! If I get caught by Filch he'll skin me alive with a blunt spoon.
I hid as well as I could behind a niche in the wall, waiting for my follower to either turn back or walk on.
I saw a bulky shadow approaching the very place I was standing. OH GOD, they knew I was there!
What's my excuse?
Erm...I had to pee?
But we have bathrooms in each of the dorms!
I could say the toilet got clogged.
Wait, this is Hogwarts! No toilet could get clogged!
Oh um... I was just turning in a late assignment to Professor McGonnagal.
Pft... Yea right.
Oh! I could pretend I was sleep walking!
OK, here I go. Must feign sleep.
How to feign sleep?
I shut my eyes and loosened my muscles. For an added effect, I raised my arms up in front of me, that is what sleep walkers do right? And for the cherry on top, I emited a large snort to seem like I was snoring.
I heard the startled gasp from my follower, and barely opened my left eye to take a peek at he/ or she.
What I saw would make my blood boil like a mandrake in a pot, even 10 years later when I would look back on this.
Here I was, acting like some deranged, chemically imbalanced zombie, trying to escape trouble.
And there was none other then Sirius 'Oh Kiss Me' Black himself, shoving his perverted fist up his perverted mouth to prevent his perverted gigles from escaping.
"Sirius?"
"Santasia?"
That was it!
SMACK!
I whacked that bloody chook upside his head, just like I'd promised.
He pouted like a fish at me and rubbed the back of his head, "What was that for?"
"For scaring the staples out of me!" I gave him a final glare, and by this time, my eyes were truly getting tired from all of the excersise. I resumed to walking towards the front doors.
"Where are you going?" He hurried to keep up with my strides, which really wasn't that difficult considering his legs are like bloody towers compared to mine!
"That, is not even the least of your business", I said vaguely, hurrying my pace to lose him. Couldn't he just leave me alone?
"Well I guess I'll keep you company then!"
I turned around so fast that I developed a crick in my neck and Sirius bumped headlong into me. "NO."
I waited to see if he had any response.
Hhm....he did.
"Why not?" Sirius was obviously not getting the danger his life was in if he bothered me any more.
Confused aren't you?
I know I said I was smitten like a kitten for him this morning. But this boy is really starting to get on my nerves! Anyway, I must play hard to get!
"Sirius", I gritted my teeth, "I would like to be alone please."
"But why?"
OK, I'm actually going to do something I haven't done since I was 7. I'm going to listen to my therapist and count back from ten.
Putting the fact that my parents sent me to a therapist at age 7 because I had been having reoccuring dreams about talking leather boots that were out to kill me so I turned to be a vegetarian for 3 years and have been a complete humanitarian ever since, aside, we will continue with the story.
10....
"Why do you ask so many questions Black?"
9.....
"What do you mean?"
8......
"....................................", I had absolutely no response.
7....
I turned back around and headed for the main door.
6.....
He still followed me.
5....
I slipped out the doorway and I heard him come out and shut it behind us.
4.......
"Oh it's raining! Quite chilly eh? Want a snuggle 'Tasia?"
3....
"You don't like talking much do you?"
And then I felt it. Gentle drops of water poured down all around us, hitting my face like a massage and soddening my pajamas.
Without a backwards glance at the hottie standing forlornly next to me, I began to run.
Yes I ran.
What's so strange about that?
As Jenni always says, "If you think sunshine makes you happy, you've obviously never danced in the rain!"
OK, so I wasn't exactly dancing. But running through the wet slush was so exhilerating.
And all of a sudden...
It was ruined.
I felt a hand skim mine as I ran, and when I turned to look, I honestly thought I would gag.
There Sirius was, running right along side with me. And I must admit, he looked quite like an idiot.
A true bred moron he was.
Due to my lack of vision, since I was staring at the wanker next to me, I collided violently with a tree.
Alls I can say is...
OUCH.
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"She's awake!"
"Good good. Now I can take points off."
"No detention professor?"
"Good idea Mr. Black. 2 nights of detention additionally to 20 points from Gryffindor."
A whimper from Sirius.
Oh sheiz. I'm being watched again. What is it with creepy people watching me while I sleep?
Wait something isn't right.
I recognized the voice of Sirius', but the other one.
OH FoCK!
And no, that's not a mis-spell.
The other voice belonged to Filch.
Bloody old Filch and his creepy feline mistress.
I swear she is more then just a pet to him!
I even saw him buying her jewelery once, at Diagon Alley!
Anyway, I must feign sleep to stall time.
I need to think of a way to get out of this.
"Ms. Moria, I know you're awake", he said to me in his creaky, un oiled hinges, type of voice.
"Oh. What happened?" Must stall, must stall, must stall.
"You ran into a tree on the grounds", he smirked at me, obviously enjoying himself. "And Mr. Black had the courtesy of bringing you to the hospital wing because you were unconsious. And well... he ran into me", Filch chuckled like a wheezy teapot.
Sirius brought me to the hospital wing? What an IDIOT!
And now we're in trouble. Thanks to him.
"20 points from Gryffindor. And detention with McGonnagal for the next 2 nights! Now off you go."
I sighed, knowing that he was letting me off easy.
Sirius and I walked in silent companionship all the way up to the Gryffindor tower.
Probably because I'd magicked his moronic mouth shut.
And you know what I've just realized? I have to spend the next 2 nights in detention, with Sirius Black!
Take an axe, chop my head off, feed my remains to a kneazle... NOW. See if I care!
It really couldn't get any worse.
And just as I thought this, a black cat crossed our path.
Oh FOCK.
THANKS:
Kabitzsky: 'random' is my middle name......erhm.....not really but.....THANKS FOR REVIEWING!
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Elle: thanks a bunches for reviewing hon! hope to see ya around (well not literally)
Amanda Ayers: smitten is a british word for 'madly in love' persay, and im not british but I've watched a few good movies. And Diwali is celebrated in Hinduism, a religion from India, where I was born. Diwali is the festvial of lights and quite a lot of fun!
squeeky-toy 123: sorry bout the hardness to read thingy..the usualy writing style will come back in no time!
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Cooling the Fire: wow that was QUITE random.... do you like eating tophu or something? actually my mum loves making that stuff, you know, sateing it with veggies and all, and she loves forcing me eat soyburgers, which i shyly say, are really yummy!
Misao, Demon Master: a wanker is a male who is a complet egotistical -insert insult here- its actually just a bad name, and can mean almost anything, from fool to jerk and prat to asshole...erhm...scuse me french And a sodding hoochie, well sodding is really a substitue for the 'f' word and hoochie is like a major slut whose almost like a prostitute but not. Hoochies a term usually used when certain 'pimps' got a lot of girls on their shoulder...except 'sodding hoochie is a lighter term then persay 'effin slut prostitute!'.....man ive got quite a nasty vocab!
my-invisible-friend: hehe ive based her on lots of girls i know actually..glad you reviewed!
harry ginny: huggle? lol i might just use that in this story..if you dont mind? pretty please? anyway, i love ur story and im so flattered your dedicating to me! -one slow dramtic tear rolls down, a camerca's close up- ahh jk well update soon!
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Here is an excerpt from my new story....please help me think of a title! Anyway, all you need to know is that James and Lily are in the middle of passingnotes and hes trying to ask her out by bribing her with ice-cream:
Lily in Italics and James in Plain
Just go away before I rip off your pretty little head OK?
Oh so you think I'm 'pretty'?
I NEVER said that! GO AWAY!
Admit it! You think I'm 'pretty'.
Potter you're about to get us into deep crap with McGonnagal if you don't stop passing this to me!
Well Evans, you could just choose to not reply.
Evans?
Evans?
Oh come on!
I didn't mean it literally!
Write SOMETHING!
Please?
POTTER IF YOU DON'T STOP BOTHERING ME NOW, I WILL GIVE YOU A DETENTION!
Incase you've forgotten my dear Lily, you may be Head Girl, but I am Head Boy. Therefor, I could give you a detention as well. And what more? I could make you share that detention with me!
Don't even think about it...
That's it! Detention, this Friday at Hogsmeade. Your punishment is to spend the whole day with me!
Is this your lame idea of asking me out again??? NO!
Please?
NO!!!
I'll buy you the Triple Layered Chocolate Wall from Honeydukes, which I know you love.
I can buy it myself, thank you.
So that means that you'll come and I don't have to buy?
No, that means I'm not coming and you're not buying.
Pleeaaase?
You're groveling doesn't help you, it only makes you look 10 times more pathetic.
So you're saying that I should find another way instead of groveling to ask you out?
Ye-NO! I mean to say that you're a pathetic wanker whom I will never EVER go out with... EVER!
All right, lemme know what ya think! Applications for BETA's are open and ideas for a title for the above excerpt and you know the dril
REVIEW! teehee....with love, Cetesy.