The Marauder Chronicles – Chapter 2: Finding your Feet
I don't know how you do what you do, I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, forever and ever
Every little thing that you do, baby I'm amazed by you
Follow Trinity as she makes her journey through life, with Hogwarts, Death Eaters, marriage and death just some of the many obstacles she has to overcome,
Set in the Marauder Years
If you're sitting down
Time to get up
Sippin' on something
Drink it up, Hit the floor
And rock your body
Wil'out cuz its a party HEY!
I saw you for the first time
When you were walking on to the block
You had a fine throw-back, timberlands to match
And now I don't see you no-more
And I'm tryin to find out where you at
Cuz you would look so much better next to me
OHH-wait you sexy baby come back this way
If you're sitting down
Time to get up
Sippin' on something
Drink it up, Hit the floor
And rock your body
Wil'out cuz its a party HEY!
And now I know I'm looking good and no need to frontin'
All eyes on me
I must be working somethin'
'Bout to hit the floor so tell me who want it
You looking at me so won't you come & get it?
Playa's what's crackin
I'm asking who's dancin' with me tonight?
UHH DJ don't stop playin my song!
If you're sitting down
Time to get up
Sippin' on something
Drink it up, Hit the floor
And rock your body
Wil'out cuz its a party HEY!
I'm hot but I don't get sweat on my hair
It's still gettin atcha
Girls roll with me, but I can't find 'em
Gimme a second & let me locate 'em
Tell me watcha doin after we close
We're going where everyone goes
On the west is IHOP, east is the Coffee Shop, south the Waffle House
Baby come dance with me!
- It's A Party by Tamia
Trinity reached her dorm room, and peered round the door. There were three girls already in there. That redheaded girl that had got angry when James kissed her was one of them.
She apprehensively walked into the room, smiling at the girls as she made her way to what she presumed was her bed, the only one empty one left. She opened her trunk, left at the bottom of her bed, and began unpacking, first putting her school uniform into a wardrobe.
"Oh, that wardrobe is for you," the round-faced, mousy-brown haired girl sat on the bed nearest Trinity's said, pointing to the one nearest the door. "We've been talking, though, and we think we're going to rearrange the dorm a bit, so each of us has our clothes and stuff nearer our beds."
"Oh, right. Thanks," Trinity smiled at her.
"You're Hel, right?"
"Er, yeah, but everyone calls me Trinity. I don't like my first name."
"Well, I'm Alice, Alice Cheshire," she smiled. "We didn't think you'd be in our dorm room, 'cause we didn't see you anywhere, but then your trunk came, and when Lily came up she said she'd seen you with James and Sirius and Remus and Peter." She motioned towards the red-haired girl who Trinity swore was giving her dirty looks.
She just smiled at her, then turned to the third girl. "And you're…?"
"Becky Gladstone-Henderson. You know James and Sirius and Remus, then? Only, Lily said she saw you and James kissing."
"We weren't making out or anything." Trinity became defensive, sensing a tense atmosphere. "It was just a goodnight kiss between two friends. Me and James have known each other for like nearly all our lives."
"You two not going out, then?" Becky looked accusingly at her.
Trinity just laughed at her. "As if! I mean, sure, he's gorgeous and everything, but it's be weird to go out with him. Besides, I think Sirius would get mad, and those two seem to be like best friends."
"Sirius?" Becky's eyes narrowed at the mention of his name.
"What about him?"
Alice, sensing there would be an argument if she didn't step in, quickly said, "Becky and Sirius broke up at the end of last year. They're getting back together soon, though."
"Oh right," was all Trinity said, deciding telling her Sirius' propositions wouldn't be the best thing.
"Well, we're just friends, old friends. The Potters and the Honeydukes, my Mum's side, have been friends for generations. They always invite us to their Winter Ball and I used to play at James' house loads when I was little. I think if I wasn't a Lestrange, my parents and James' parents would have wanted us to get married. And Remus knew my brother, Hades."
"Hades?" Becky scoffed.
"Yeah," Trinity raised an eyebrow at her, "we all have weird names."
"What do they mean?"
"Hades is the God of the Underworld, and Hel is the Goddess of the Underworld and of death. I've got two sisters as well, Hestia, the Goddess of home and hearth and Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, ghosts and the dead."
"Are they are Hogwarts, too?"
"No, Hades went to Durmstrang, and Hestia and Hecate are still there. I was home-schooled, so I didn't go."
"Aren't you a Lestrange? They're all evil." Lily spoke for the first time.
Trinity just looked at her. "I'm supposed to be. But I'm not in Slytherin, am I?"
"Well, they do say blood is thicker than water," Becky grinned maliciously.
"Why don't you ask Sirius? I'm sure he'd have a few things to say about that."
Nothing to say, Becky just glared at her.
Trinity smiled to herself, and began getting changed, before getting into bed.
"Hey, Trins," Remus was the first to see her come down the stairs from the girls' dorms. "Sleep well?"
"Hey," she smiled at them as they all turned round. "Not really. I don't like the beds, the mattresses are too hard. It's like sleeping on a wooden board or something."
"You could always come and sleep in my bed," Sirius grinned suggestively, "I'm sure it's much softer."
"Padfoot," Remus said warningly, "you're bordering on letch territory."
Trying to hide a smile, Trinity turned to James. "We going to breakfast, then?"
"Sure. How's your dorm?"
"Alright. I don't think my roommates like me very much though."
"Oh? Who've you got?"
"Erm, Alice Cheshire, that redhead that didn't like you kissing me yesterday, and…what's she called?"
"What does she look like?" Remus put in.
"Erm, short brown hair, blue eyes. She's got a double-barrelled surname, like me."
"There's a few like that, Trins," James said.
"Oh, she went out with Sirius."
"Again, there's a few, Trins."
"Hey!" Sirius pouted, "You're making me out to be some kind of man-whore!"
James and Remus just looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"She's called Becky!" Trinity announced triumphantly.
"Ah, Rebecca Gladstone-Henderson," James said knowingly, looking at Sirius.
Sirius just rolled his eyes. "If there's one thing I hate, it's a desperate, clingy girl. And if there's one desperate, clingy girl, it's Becky."
"Oh, aren't you two getting back together?"
Sirius looked at Trinity as though she'd said the funniest thing in the world. "As if! She's a right bunny boiler. There's no way I'd ever go out with her again."
"Well, you'd better let her know that," Trinity said, walking with Sirius as they left the Gryffindor Common Room for breakfast, "because she thinks you're getting back together this year."
"Anyways," Sirius changed the topic, "What do we have first lesson?"
"Erm," Remus pulled out a small piece of parchment from his trouser pocket, "you, James and Trins have got History of Magic, then Double Potions. Peter and I have Arithmency, then Herbology."
"You can come with me, Trinity," Sirius winked at her, "I'll show you where Potions is."
"Erm…okay," Trinity shot James a look, but he just smiled back at her.
They reached the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table, Trinity in the middle of James and Sirius. As they did so, food suddenly appeared on their plates, Trinity finding buttered toast, bacon and scrambled eggs in front of her, along with orange juice that was filling itself in her glass.
Smiling, she took a sip and a bite of toast, looking around the Gryffindor table. It was relatively silent, most people concentrating on eating their breakfast. Her eyes met Lily's, who was watching her along with Becky. Both were staring daggers at her, and Remus, who saw Trinity not eating and then the two girls, whispered to James, "Prongs," nodding his head towards her.
"Trins?" James nudged her.
She looked at him. "Yeah?"
"Just ignore them. Eat your breakfast and we'll go."
She smiled half-heartedly at him, putting a spoonful of scrambled eggs into her mouth.
"We could always have a great big snog," Sirius grinned at her, "that's shut 'em up."
"Somehow Sirius, I think it would just make them worse. Thanks for the offer anyways."
"Well, it'll always stand."
"So, how's Hades?" Remus said, relieving Trinity of the awkward moment.
"Oh, y'know, fine, as normal. I think he's in South America at the moment looking for Peruvian Vipertooths."
"Bet he's having fun," he smiled.
"Well, you know what he's like. You'll have to come to the house when he's back and see him, catch up."
"When's he back home?"
"I think he finishes for half term. Come home with me then, you can stay at mine until we come back to school."
"I'll hold you to that."
"Good," she smiled, "and you James," she added, "You've gotta come over too. Harms and Mels are coming back from Durmstrang, and I'm sure they'll wanna see you, especially Mels."
"Who are they?" Peter said between mouthfuls.
"They're Trins' sisters," James explained. "Hecate's older, she prefers to be called Harmony, and the baby's Hestia, or Melody."
"Only she's no baby anymore, she's thirteen. And she has had an absolutely ginormous crush on James since forever."
James grinned, hiding under his glasses as he turned red.
"I think I'd better come," Sirius thought out loud, "give them the once over."
"Hey, that's my sisters you're talking about!"
"Anyways, Padfoot, if I go you'll be coming as well, seeing as you're stopping at mine."
"Great," Sirius wiggled his eyebrows as Trinity, "a whole half term together. It'll be long, but I'm sure we can find something to do, babe."
"Don't call me babe," Trinity replied warningly, putting her fork on the table. "I'm not hungry. I've suddenly lost my appetite."
"Can I have that piece of bacon if you're not having it?" Peter asked hopefully.
"Now everyone, listen up please," Professor Binns said wearily as the last of his class entered the room, "I would like you all to sit down quickly, so we can begin. We have a lot of work to do if we are going to finish in time for your exams."
"You sitting with me, Prongs?"
"Sorry Padfoot, I'm getting the seat with Lilyflower. This year will be the year she realises how completely in love she is with me. You sit with Trins." James was about to walk away, when he whispered, "And don't pull any moves on her, Padfoot."
"What makes you think I'd do that?" Sirius feigned innocence.
"I know you mate," James chuckled.
"Quick! She's sitting down!" Sirius pointed at Lily, and laughed as he watched his best friend run to claim the seat next to her.
"Right, come on 'Trins,'" Sirius smiled enthusiastically, "looks like we're sitting together."
He followed her to an empty set of desks, his hands resting on her waist as he guided her to their seats.
"Sirius, that had better not be your hands. You heard what James said about pulling any moves on me."
"Why! I was just making sure you reached your seat unharmed!" Sirius put a hand to his chest, pretending to be insulted. "How could you think I would do something as ungentlemanlike as that?"
"I don't know. Maybe a little something called your reputation?" Trinity sat in her seat, rolling her eyes at him.
"Settle down now, everybody please!" Professor Binns hushed everyone from his teaching dais. "Settle down now!"
"Right. The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy," he began, as everyone started note-taking. "1692. Who can tell me which era this occurred in? Yes, Miss Evans?"
"The Goblin rebellions of Britain, at a time where Muggle persecution reached an all-time high."
"Very good, Miss Evans. Ten points to Gryffindor."
"So…" Sirius turned to Trinity, obviously already bored of the lesson, less than five minutes into it. "Who're you going to the Hallowe'en Ball with?"
"I've not been here a day, Sirius, I don't know. Besides, it's in October."
"Well, I'll ask you first. After all, there is a list of girls waiting to go out with me. Would you like to go to the Hallowe'en Ball with me?"
"Thanks but no thanks, Sirius. Why don't you ask someone from your list, I'm sure they'd more than love to be the date of the handsome Sirius Black."
"You just called me handsome. You know, we should hook-up, Trinity, we'd be a good-lucking couple. Everyone would be jealous and – "
"Mr. Black," Professor Binns interrupted, "we are not having this again this year. I told you at the end of last year that I would not tolerate anymore of your constant talking in class."
"Sorry, Professor," Sirius flashed a winning smile at the ghost teacher.
"I'm afraid I shall have to deduct twenty points from Gryffindor. Anymore talking and I will have no choice but to give you a detention."
"But Professor, Madame Hooch said if I was in any more trouble I'd be taken off the Quidditch team. You can't do that to me, Professor."
"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Black, but perhaps it'll teach you not to talk in class."
"Oh, I'm sorry Professor," Trinity interrupted. "I'm afraid it was my fault. You see, I was asking him what page the rebellion was on in our textbook. I didn't quite catch it when you said it – nineteen sixty-something?" She looked at him with puppy-dog eyes.
"No, no, no dear," Professor Binns smiled at her, completely forgetting Sirius, "I said the date, not the page reference. The Statute was in 1692, but if you would like to read further on it, there is some background information on page 596 in your A History of Magic textbook. Now, where was I? Oh yes, the Uprising of Elric the Eager…"
"Thanks for saving me then," Sirius nudged her.
"It's okay," Trinity smiled sweetly. "But no more asking me out or trying to get me into bed or anything like that. Ok?"
"I promise."
She didn't see him cross his fingers behind his back.
"So, homework is on the board," Professor Binns finished his lesson. "Please copy it down and have it ready for next lesson, which is on…" he consulted his timetable.
"Thursday, Professor," Lily finished.
"Yes, Miss Evans, you're correct. Thursday, please everybody."
The class filed out and into the hall.
"Where are we going next?" Sirius asked Trinity, as they waited for James.
"I don't know. We've got Double Potions."
"We'll be in dungeon three then, I reckon…Come on James," Sirius called as James emerged at last, following Lily. Their conversation was just audible.
"Come on, Lily. You know you want to go out with me. Just say yes"
"No James, not if you were the last man on earth and I was the last woman and the survival of the entire human race depended on us going out."
"So that's a yes, then?"
Lily just glared at him and briskly walked off.
"Aw, poor Prongs!" Sirius grinned at his friend, slinging an arm loosely round his shoulders. "Come on mate, Potions awaits us!"
Sirius and Trinity walked to Potions in silence, listening to James' whines.
"Why won't she go out with me?"
"You just need to be persistent," Sirius advised. "If you keep nagging them, eventually they'll give in, even if it's just to get you off their backs." He flashed a dazzling, toothy smile at Trinity as he finished.
She just snorted. "That never works James, trust me. If you want my opinion, you should try to be her friend first, before you try to get her to go out with her. The best relationships always start out as friendships. And don't be a jock."
She and James looked at Sirius, who'd stopped listening to the conversation at the mention of the word 'friend,' instead concentrating on his loosely done-up tie.
"What?"
"Nothing," James laughed as they walked into the Potions classroom.
"Shit!" Sirius looked at Professor Storm. "I'm so fucked."
"Don't sit down, class," the tall grey-haired Professor looked at his students. "As you may or may not know from the end of last year, I have devised a seating plan for you all, due to the constant conversations and lack of concentration last year."
He stopped momentarily, as everyone looked at Sirius, who was inspecting his shoes.
"I'll start with the back desks," Professor Storm continued. "Mr Potter and Miss Evans, Mr Longbottom and Miss Cheshire, Mr White and Miss Gladstone-Henderson."
The group of people at the back of the classroom became smaller and smaller as he reached the front desks.
Mr Fenwick and Miss McAdams. And I've saved the seat nearest me especially for you Mr Black. You will be sat next to Miss Honeyduke Lestrange."
Looking not quite over the moon, Trinity sat down next to Sirius, half-aware that just about every other girl in the room, especially Becky, was almost green with envy, looking at her with spiteful glares.
However, she continued nonchalantly, not returning Sirius' provocative grin.
"Right, now we're all settled," Professor Storm returned to his teaching platform, where he began writing on the board, "first thing we shall cover is Draught of the Living Death. Before we turn to page 412 in Magical Drafts and Potions, let's see what you already know about it. What does the Draught do to its victim?"
Lily's doubtfully raised her hand. "It revives people who have been Petrified?"
"No, you're confusing it with the Mandrake Restorative Draught." Professor Storm looked around the classroom. "No? Anyone?"
Trinity wearily raised her hand.
"Yes Miss Honeyduke-Lestrange?"
"It causes someone to fall into a deep sleep."
"Good Miss Honeyduke-Lestrange. Ten points to Gryffindor. And what are the two main ingredients required when concocting this Draught?"
He paused, as Trinity raised her hand again, only one attempting to answer his question. "Yes Miss Honeyduke-Lestrange?"
"You use Asphodel in an infusion of wormwood."
"I see you have been reading some background material. Another ten points to Gryffindor. Now, page 412, please make notes on the ingredients and method. That should take you to the end of the lesson. Next lesson we will use the method to prepare the ingredients, as they need to preserved for at least two weeks. Your half term assessment will be to make this Draught, so I suggest you go over the method for next lesson, as you will not be allowed your textbooks."
As everyone began working, Trinity noticed Sirius was just sat there, playing with his quill. Rolling her eyes, she put her copy in the middle of them. They seemed to get away with sharing one textbook, when, less than five minutes before the end of the lesson, Professor Storm called to them from his desk.
"Mr Black, Miss Honeyduke-Lestrange, why do you only have one book between the two of you?"
"Erm…" Sirius turned red, unable to say anything.
Trinity, without thinking, quickly said, "It's my fault Professor, I'm sorry. I haven't yet bought a copy of Magical Drafts and Potions, I only have the one on herbs and fungi."
"One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi?"
"Yes, that one."
"And when will you be acquiring Magical Drafts and Potions?"
"As soon as it comes into Flourish and Blotts. I've ordered it, but they're waiting for another delivery."
"Right then. I won't deduct any points this time, Miss Honeyduke-Lestrange. But please make sure it doesn't happen again."
Trinity just smiled winningly at him, as the bell went for the end of the lesson.
"Remember your homework please. And please go over the method before next lesson, I want no mishaps, otherwise your assessment mark will be significantly affected before you've even attempted to make the Draught."
"You're making quite a habit of coming to Padfoot's rescue, Trins," James grinned as they met Remus and Peter at the stairs to go to their next lesson.
"What's this?" Remus looked at James.
"Trins here has been Sirius' knight in shining armour. We've only had two lessons and she's stopped him getting points deducted, a detention and maybe being taken off the Quidditch team."
"Yeah, thanks Trinity," Sirius walked next to her. "Y'know we should really go out. We'd make a really good couple. What do you say?"
"Sirius, what did I say first lesson?"
"Well, at least let me take you to The Three Broomsticks when we go to Hogsmeade, you know, buy you a Butterbeer to say thank you."
"You don't need to Sirius, honestly, its fine. Now come on, we need to go to Herbology. We're in Greenhouse 6 and Remus says it's a long way."
Sighing, Sirius followed her to Herbology, his eyes wandering every now and again to her pert bottom.
"I can't believe I'm with him every single lesson!" Trinity sighed exasperatedly, as she and Remus sat on the sofa by the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room.
It was the end of the day, and most people were still in the Great Hall eating, or in their dorm rooms. Remus had taken his robes off, sitting there in his shirt, tie and trousers, stroking Trinity's loose chocolate curls as she lay there with her head resting in his lap, ready for bed in her red ruffled shorts and white vest.
Remus just smiled sympathetically.
"I mean,
"Don't worry about it Trins, he'll grow on you."
"I don't want him to grow on me, Rems."
"Why did you stick up for him, then?"
"Because James told me Sirius is on his last warning, and he could be taken of the Quidditch team if he's in any more trouble. And if Quidditch means half as much to him as it used to mean to me, he'll be devastated if that happens."
"What's going on here?" Sirius plonked himself in an armchair, as he surveyed the scene.
"We were having a nice little chat," said Trinity as she got up, "now I'm going to bed, 'cause I'm absolutely knackered. Night Rems," she pecked his cheek, before turning to Sirius, who leaned forward, his lips pursed, waiting to get one too.
"Night Sirius," she ruffled his hair and went up to bed.
She'd just finished her Astrology homework and was tidying her school uniform away. She opened her wardrobe and reached up for a coat hanger to put her robes on when her eyes fell to the red crêpe jacket she'd worn yesterday. Pulling it out, a horrified expression on her face, she saw it was shredded, missing an arm, with most of the back cut out.
Trinity sat on her bed momentarily, just looking at the jacket and touching it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of who'd want to wreck such a beautiful piece of clothing.
Suddenly, she shot up, the jacket falling to the floor along with its hanger, and Trinity ran out of the room, legging it down the stairs to the Common Room.
"Trins?" Remus looked at she bolted down the stairs, her face red and her eyes puffy. She stood for a moment as everyone watched her, as though she was looking for someone. Then, she ran and disappeared out of Remus' eyesight, but moments later shrieks could be heard – shrieks that weren't Trinity's.
"Uh-oh," he said, as he, James and Sirius quickly left their seats and made their way through the quickly assembling crowd, with many 'catfight' calls and shouts of encouragement.
There she was, in a mad fit, slapping and pulling someone's hair; and underneath her, pinned by Trinity's long trim legs, Rebecca Gladstone-Henderson was
As soon as James saw what was going on, he intervened, grabbing Trinity by the waist and pulling her off Becky. "You bitch!" she screamed as Becky cowardly got up and tried to crawl away. "You fucking jealous bitch!"
As she did so, Trinity managed to wriggle free of his grip and launched herself back at her, grabbing hold of her skirt and dragging her back, her strength overpowering the short-haired girl and giving her the advantage.
"Remus, get Becky!" James called to his fellow Marauder, as he made another grab for Trinity. When he finally managed to pull her away, he slung her over his shoulder, kicking and screaming and took her to the Marauders' dorm room to cool down.
Remus, meanwhile, was wiping a trickle of blood from Becky's cheek that Trinity no doubt had caused by her sharp talons.
"What was that all about?" he asked as Lily and Alice and some other girls gathered round her.
"I've got no idea," Becky said between tears, unaware that Remus was not in the least bit affected by her turning the waterworks on. "I said she was a mad cow, I said it right from the moment she walked in here. And she just randomly attacked me. She's a fucking savage!"
"Trins wouldn't just attack someone for no reason. You must have done something to make her do this, to provoke her."
Becky just looked at Remus. "Why don't you go and ask her? She's the one with the problem."
"Look, Remus, if Bex said she didn't do anything wrong, then we believe her," Lily said defiantly.
"Yes," Alice backed her up, "Trinity had no right to attack her."
"Right," Remus got up to find Trinity, ascending the boys' staircase.
When he opened the door, he found Trinity sat on James' bed, her face red, not from fighting but from crying, as James held her against him, his shirt becoming wetter as she tried to tell them what happened. Sirius was on her other side, dividing his time equally between watching her and watching her breasts.
"What did she say?" James asked, trying to console Trinity.
"She did nothing wrong apparently. I don't believe her though. What did she do Trins?"
"She…she…" Trinity wiped her eyes on a tissue James gave her, before clearing her throat and looking at him with bloodshot eyes. "You know that jacket I wore yesterday? The red one?"
"The one Hades bought you for your sixteenth?"
"Yeah, he saved up to buy it. Well, it was Dolce and Gabbana, it was so expensive. And I was hanging my uniform up and I saw it, and it was all cut. And she sabotaged it, I know she did. That sad, jealous, pathetic slapper."
"It's okay Trins," James calmed her, rubbing her shoulders.
"I don't wanna go back to my dorm. Can I stay here a while?"
"Sure," Sirius said quickly, before anyone got chance to say anything. "You can stay here tonight if you want. You can have my bed if you want."
"Sirius – " James began.
"No, Prongs, I mean I'll sleep on the floor."
"Erm…" Trinity looked at Remus and James. "Is that okay with you guys?"
"Sure, we'd love you to stay here, Trins," Remus smiled, and James nodded in agreement.
"Do you wanna go get some of your stuff?"
Trinity nodded.
"I'll come with you," Remus said gently, "but I can only go as far as the staircase, it's charmed so guys can't go into the girls' dorm rooms."
"Oh," Trinity smiled. "But I could come in here?"
"I think they trust you girls more than they trust us."
"Right…" Trinity got up and Remus opened the door for her. She turned round before she left, and said quietly, "Thanks you guys. I'm glad I came here."
They just smiled at her as she left, then made Sirius a bed out of some clothes and blankets and cushions.
"Look, there's that bitch that did this to me," Becky said loudly as Trinity emerged from the boys dorms. "Watch out, she might do it to you as well."
"I take it you haven't told them why, though, have you?" Trinity said bitterly.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, seeing as you're so forgetful," she smiled fakely, "let me give you a few clues. It involves you, my red D&G jacket and a pair of scissors, or whatever it was you used to cut it up."
"How dare you! To accuse me –"
"No, Becky, how dare you. How dare you think you can just go through my personal belongings and destroy them, then make me out to be the bad guy by denying it? Do you not know how to behave like a grown-up? Or do you just find it natural to behave like a pathetic, spoilt, jealous little toddler?"
"I didn't touch anything of yours," Becky said hotly, her cheeks turning red.
"Well, I certainly didn't, and I don't think Alice or Lily did, so that only leaves you."
"I've got no idea what you're on about."
"Bex?" Lily and Alice appeared at the top of the girls' stairs. Alice was holding something red.
"What are you doing?" Becky looked up at them.
"You said you didn't do anything," Alice looked at her, her expression clearly showing how hurt she. "Bex, this must have cost like three hundred pounds."
"Nearly five hundred, actually," Trinity corrected her.
"We backed you up, Rebecca. You said you didn't do anything and we believed you. You lied to us," Lily's brilliant green eyes were cold and unfriendly.
"I'm sorry, Trinity," Alice said, handing her the jacket.
Trinity just passed them on the way up the stairs, taking her jacket and going to get her stuff.
She pulled her travel bag out of the bottom of her wardrobe and filled it with her school uniform, a change of underwear, her toothbrush, hairbrush and other little toiletries, and a small towel. Slinging her make-up bag in it along with her perfume and deodorant, she hung the jacket back up in her wardrobe.
Remus was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, and he took her bag from her when she met him.
"Come on then, let's get upstairs. It's nearly midnight."
When they reached the Marauders HQ, Trinity was surprised to see that Sirius had kept his word and was currently lying on his makeshift bed, having turned his down so it was all ready for her to get into.
"Thanks for this guys," she said as she hopped up onto the bed at sat on it, crossing her legs. "Especially you Sirius, for sacrificing your bed."
"Don't be thanking him," James joked, "it should be him thanking you. He's probably never going to wash those covers again after tonight."
Rolling her eyes, Trinity giggled and fell backwards, her head hitting the pillow with a soft 'pouf.'
"Well, I'm going to bed," Remus announced as he loosened his tie, taking off his shirt and trousers and got into his bed in nothing but a pair of navy blue boxer shorts.
Blushing, Trinity pulled the covers up over her face, but she peered over at him, unable to draw her eyes from his body until he got into bed.
Looking around to see if anyone, Trinity turned ever redder as her eyes met James', realising he'd been watching her all along.
"If I get undressed, are you gonna perv at me too?"
"I promise," Trinity smirked, "just so you don't feel left out."
Rolling his eyes, James removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He took it off and slung it in a corner, then tied his tie round one of the bedposts. When he turned round, Trinity's eyes widened. He was absolutely gorgeous.
"Trinity!" he exclaimed as he saw her watching him.
"Sorry!" she slid under the covers completely, trying not to smile. "It's just you've changed so much. You're not the weedy little scrag-end you used to be."
Grinning, he informed her, "Stay under there, I'm taking my trousers off now…right, I'm done."
A mortified Trinity emerged from under Sirius' sheets, unable to look James in the eye.
"Come on Padfoot, he nudged Sirius with his foot as he got into bed, "you can't sleep in your uniform."
Sighing, Sirius stood up and just undressed right there. He threw his robes and tie on the floor somewhere, followed by his socks, shirt and his trousers.
Trinity's mouth actually fell open. As in uncontrollable fell open.
He had a clear six-pack and powerfully built, well-defined one.
He padded to his wardrobe in his black boxer shorts and rummaged inside it.
He emerged unsuccessful. "Prongs, I can't find my pyjama top."
"Well, wear another t-shirt then."
"But it's comfy."
"Is it under your bed?"
Sirius knelt at the foot of his bed and lifted the bottom of the sheets, trying to find his shirt. "It's not under there."
"Is it under your pillow?" Remus yawned.
Sirius smacked himself in the head. "Of course!"
He walked to Trinity's bedside, his intense grey eyes never leaving her chocolate ones. He stopped at her side, just looking at her.
It took her everything she had in her to keep looking at his face.
He grinned down at her, raising an eyebrow suggestively at her as he reached underneath her pillow and pulled out a white t-shirt, flinging it over his head and putting it on.
Trinity's mouth was still open as he walked back to his bed, her eyes now on his rear.
She didn't even have to look at James, or Remus for that matter, to know they were watching her watching him.
"Ok then…" Remus and James shared a look. "Night guys."
"Night."
"Night."
"Night."
Author's Note:
Hey everyone, how's it going?
Please read and review, I need some feedback so I know if you like it or not. If you could also tell me how you perceive Trinity, I would be very grateful.
Loadsa love,
Serenity x.