I just keep apologizing...I'm really sorry..see, I have no real life, but I like to pretend by doing stuff...and I tend to forget that I like to write these cool stories. So I write them sparingly...in other words..I write them once a month, but in loads. So i have like...5 chapters. I'm gonna put two up today. Three tomorrow...and what's a Beta Reader, by the way?
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Chapter 13- Christmas Fun...or not...
The weeks went by and soon it was the day before the scheduled holiday. Every child was grinning, laughing, and having a good time. Classes had been canceled for the day, as there had been an unexpected snowstorm hit the previous day, (though, according to Peter, he had seen Dumbledore coundure up the storm. No one wanted to tell him that weather could not be magically altered, as..well...it was fun to believe..) and therefore, Gryffindor house was filled to the brim. The four first-years, having been kicked out on a basis of seniority, went down to the Great Hall to play some chess.
"So..." James said, "Pete, you actually going skiing?"
"I don't know anymore. Mum wasn't too happy when she found out about you. She went on in the letter about...irresponsibility or something.." Peter said, finally moving his bishop diagonally three spaces. Right in front of the queen.
"Just blame it on James." Sirius said, as the queen violently smashed the bishop. "Gosh, I love it when that happens. If only the guts would come flying out, that would be so bloody wicked.."
"Ew." Remus said, stopping Peter from putting his other bishop next to a castle. "Pete, you should really stop trying to kill off your bishops." He then took the piece out of the chubby boys hand and stuck it near a king. "Check."
"No fair!" James kicked in. "You can't help him!"
"You've been helping Sirius the entire time." Remus reasoned.
"Yeah...but...but..Sirius didn't break my nose with a ski!" James replied, grinning all the same. They all kind of giggled and resumed their game.
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Later on, the Great Hall served dinner. A lavish meal complete with hot chocolate at the end. With marshmellows.
The four 'marauders', as they named themselves, grabbed the four armchairs by the fire before anyone could kick them out. Lucky for them, everyone around was packing, or saying their farewells to their friends. After all, they would not be seeing each other for a full 15 days. And 15 days is a lifetime to teenagers. No matter what age.
"What are you doing, Remus?" James asked, sipping his beverage ever so slightly.
"What are you talking about?" Remus replied.
"For the holiday, you daft nut." James said, with a glint in his eye.
"Oh, well...probably just being with my mother." Remus said. "And my brother..."
"What about your father?" Peter asked, putting down his cup. He never liked hot chocolate. It was always too much hot and not enough chocolate for his taste.
"He's gone." Remus said, and left it at that. "What about you, James? Going on a million adventures with your family, I suspect?"
"Actually, my dad is out this vacation. Business as usual, you know." At this point, a grin splashed across the 11 year olds face.
"Doing what?" Sirius asked, snapping his head up.
"I have no clue. Probably something cool. With Dumbledore, I'll bet."
"What?" Sirius said. "Your father? No, you can't let him."
"Why not? He's out doing good for us all." James said. "And plus, anything he's doing this holiday has to be more fun than whatever we're doing. My family is probably just going to sing those stupid carols-again-and eat the same turkey my mother has served for about 8 years, and have all my relatives ask if we're going to have another child soon, and when she says no-which she always does-they will pinch my cheeks and say 'It's ok. You've got a perfect little angel right here'-again. It's a boring life."
"Listen. I would KILL for that kind of Christmas. Would you like to know what I will be doing? I'll be yelled at for the first half, about being a disgrace to the family and getting into a house which DOESN'T train bloody dark wizards, having mud-muggleborns as friends, the usual. And then, Christmas will come, where I will be beaten to a pulp by my cousins, who, by the way are all GIRLS, and my 9 year old brother. Then I will get to watch as everyone gives out wonderful pricey gifts, and do you know what I'm going to get? Nothing. Maybe a pair of gloves, or a book on muggle-torture. So before you complain about your dull life with wonderful feasts and annoying loving relatives, please think of someone other than yourself! For a change." Sirius was blood red by the time he finished he speech, and James looked as if he had just been struck.
"Are you finished?" Remus asked, politely. Everyone looked at him in shock.
"Yes..." Sirius announced, and sat back in his chair.
"Good. As well, I was going to remind you that you signed up to stay during the holidays. You're not going home this Christmas." Remus replied.
Sirius turned an even darker shade of red and grinned.
"Oops?"
"Yeah...you're a dunghole..." James said.
"Dunghole? Is that a word?" Sirius asked, and all of a sudden, it seemed as if the entire thing hadn't just...happened.
"Now it is." Peter said, trying to pipe in.
"Well, seeing as it's almost midnight, and some of us do have to catch a train tomorrow morning, I say we continue this conversation on the way back to London." Remus said, getting up.
"Yes, father." Sirius and James chirped and started to get up.
"Sirius, if I don't see you tomorrow, Happy Christmas." Peter said, yawned and rubbed his eyes, "I'm off to bed."
"And don't worry. We'll make sure you get much more than a book on muggle-torture." Remus added.
"Yeah...we'll get you a book on Aurors, instead." James said, but the look in his eye said that he would be getting Sirius something much different than a book.
If only James knew...Sirius would be giving James something a little more...lugubrious, as well.
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PS- Lugubrious- heavy, morose.
PS- Please please please!! Review!
Chapter 13- Christmas Fun...or not...
The weeks went by and soon it was the day before the scheduled holiday. Every child was grinning, laughing, and having a good time. Classes had been canceled for the day, as there had been an unexpected snowstorm hit the previous day, (though, according to Peter, he had seen Dumbledore coundure up the storm. No one wanted to tell him that weather could not be magically altered, as..well...it was fun to believe..) and therefore, Gryffindor house was filled to the brim. The four first-years, having been kicked out on a basis of seniority, went down to the Great Hall to play some chess.
"So..." James said, "Pete, you actually going skiing?"
"I don't know anymore. Mum wasn't too happy when she found out about you. She went on in the letter about...irresponsibility or something.." Peter said, finally moving his bishop diagonally three spaces. Right in front of the queen.
"Just blame it on James." Sirius said, as the queen violently smashed the bishop. "Gosh, I love it when that happens. If only the guts would come flying out, that would be so bloody wicked.."
"Ew." Remus said, stopping Peter from putting his other bishop next to a castle. "Pete, you should really stop trying to kill off your bishops." He then took the piece out of the chubby boys hand and stuck it near a king. "Check."
"No fair!" James kicked in. "You can't help him!"
"You've been helping Sirius the entire time." Remus reasoned.
"Yeah...but...but..Sirius didn't break my nose with a ski!" James replied, grinning all the same. They all kind of giggled and resumed their game.
*~*
Later on, the Great Hall served dinner. A lavish meal complete with hot chocolate at the end. With marshmellows.
The four 'marauders', as they named themselves, grabbed the four armchairs by the fire before anyone could kick them out. Lucky for them, everyone around was packing, or saying their farewells to their friends. After all, they would not be seeing each other for a full 15 days. And 15 days is a lifetime to teenagers. No matter what age.
"What are you doing, Remus?" James asked, sipping his beverage ever so slightly.
"What are you talking about?" Remus replied.
"For the holiday, you daft nut." James said, with a glint in his eye.
"Oh, well...probably just being with my mother." Remus said. "And my brother..."
"What about your father?" Peter asked, putting down his cup. He never liked hot chocolate. It was always too much hot and not enough chocolate for his taste.
"He's gone." Remus said, and left it at that. "What about you, James? Going on a million adventures with your family, I suspect?"
"Actually, my dad is out this vacation. Business as usual, you know." At this point, a grin splashed across the 11 year olds face.
"Doing what?" Sirius asked, snapping his head up.
"I have no clue. Probably something cool. With Dumbledore, I'll bet."
"What?" Sirius said. "Your father? No, you can't let him."
"Why not? He's out doing good for us all." James said. "And plus, anything he's doing this holiday has to be more fun than whatever we're doing. My family is probably just going to sing those stupid carols-again-and eat the same turkey my mother has served for about 8 years, and have all my relatives ask if we're going to have another child soon, and when she says no-which she always does-they will pinch my cheeks and say 'It's ok. You've got a perfect little angel right here'-again. It's a boring life."
"Listen. I would KILL for that kind of Christmas. Would you like to know what I will be doing? I'll be yelled at for the first half, about being a disgrace to the family and getting into a house which DOESN'T train bloody dark wizards, having mud-muggleborns as friends, the usual. And then, Christmas will come, where I will be beaten to a pulp by my cousins, who, by the way are all GIRLS, and my 9 year old brother. Then I will get to watch as everyone gives out wonderful pricey gifts, and do you know what I'm going to get? Nothing. Maybe a pair of gloves, or a book on muggle-torture. So before you complain about your dull life with wonderful feasts and annoying loving relatives, please think of someone other than yourself! For a change." Sirius was blood red by the time he finished he speech, and James looked as if he had just been struck.
"Are you finished?" Remus asked, politely. Everyone looked at him in shock.
"Yes..." Sirius announced, and sat back in his chair.
"Good. As well, I was going to remind you that you signed up to stay during the holidays. You're not going home this Christmas." Remus replied.
Sirius turned an even darker shade of red and grinned.
"Oops?"
"Yeah...you're a dunghole..." James said.
"Dunghole? Is that a word?" Sirius asked, and all of a sudden, it seemed as if the entire thing hadn't just...happened.
"Now it is." Peter said, trying to pipe in.
"Well, seeing as it's almost midnight, and some of us do have to catch a train tomorrow morning, I say we continue this conversation on the way back to London." Remus said, getting up.
"Yes, father." Sirius and James chirped and started to get up.
"Sirius, if I don't see you tomorrow, Happy Christmas." Peter said, yawned and rubbed his eyes, "I'm off to bed."
"And don't worry. We'll make sure you get much more than a book on muggle-torture." Remus added.
"Yeah...we'll get you a book on Aurors, instead." James said, but the look in his eye said that he would be getting Sirius something much different than a book.
If only James knew...Sirius would be giving James something a little more...lugubrious, as well.
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PS- Lugubrious- heavy, morose.