Disclaimer: Errr. If you haven't figured out by now that Garden Gnome and
Sploogal don't own any JK stuff, well, YOU MUST BE PRETTY SLOW!!! I
(Sploogal) am getting tired of disclaiming this stuff. It's depressing.
Oh, and by the way, we're thinking of killing off one or two of the
characters soon.
Chapter eight
"Ok, so what colour should it be?" Remus prompted.
"Red with gold sparkles," James supplied.
"Shoes?"
"Gold. As if you had to ask!" Replied Sirius.
"I should have guessed," Remus grinned as he wrote out the spell.
"So, who are you taking to the ball?" James asked the other two.
"No one!" Sirius stated. "That way, I can dance with anyone I want!"
James rolled his eyes. "Typical," he muttered. "So, Remus. What about you?"
Remus turned bright red, and muttered something inaudible. (Sploogal: There was a problem with bursting before, now it's muttering! We'll never stop! Argh!)
"Didn't catch that!" Sirius said jovially. (Sploogal: Jovially. I hate that word!)
"Yvonne!" Remus turned an even brighter shade of red, and glared at Sirius warningly.
"Yvonne! Good on ya! You two make such a cute couple," Sirius said in a haigh pitched voice, batting his eyelashes.
"Shut up." Muttered Remus. (Sploogal: See! Right there! More muttering!)
"Let's stop chatting, and get ready." Suggested James.
"Eager, aren't you?" Taunted Sirius. "It wouldn't have anything to do with Lily, would it Jamsie-poopikins?"
"WHAT?! Are you crazy?" James protested. "And DON'T CALL ME JAMSIE- POOPIKINS, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!"
"Sorry Jamsie-poopi- Argh!!!"
James had launched himself at Sirius, and the two of them wrestled until Remus had had enough, and put the body-binding curse on the both of them. He left them for half an hour, while he took a shower. When he came back, he was greeted by whining and whimpering coming from the two marauders.
"Awwww. Remus," whined Sirius. "Let us up, please?"
"Well. Ok." Remus performed the counter-curse, and was immediately attacked by his two friends.
"Idiots!" Remus gasped. "We only have half an hour left!"
With that, James and Sirius raced each other to the showers.
*In the girls' dorm.
"So, Yvonne, what are you going to wear?" Lily asked.
"I don't know. I want it to be, um, special, but not over the top." Yvonne responded absently, looking through her closet. Lily stepped in front of her.
"All right, Yvonne! Who is he?" She demanded.
"Remus," Yvonne replied dreamily. "He's so sweet and sensitive!"
"Hi girls! Looking forward to the ball? Who are you going with, anyway?" Squealed Leanne.
"Yeah, who?" Paula and Alison echoed.
"Remus." Yvonne looked somewhat happy about this.
"James." Lily did not look at all happy.
Leanne, Alison, and Paula's mouths fell open. "How-"
Got it!" Cried Lily, holding up a dress on Yvonne.
"This isn't mine," Yvonne said sadly. It really was a good dress.
"It's mine. And now, which dress should I wear?" Asked Lily.
*20 minutes later*
"What's taking them so long?" Remus asked nervously.
The three marauders had been waiting at the bottom of the staircase for fifteen minutes.
They whirled around as when they heard laughter floating down the stairs.
"Did you see their faces?" Lily was giggling!
"But. but. He's mine! I got him first!" Yvonne imitated.
When they (finally) descended the stairs, James' breath caught in his throat. Lily's hair was up in a French roll, and her dress was simple, gold, and stunning. In all honesty, he thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on!
A/N: Garden Gnome: Sorry about the SLOPPY ending for this chappie, but it can't be helped with Sploogal around. Sploogal: Well, excuse me for breathing! Garden Gnome: I'd rather not. Sploogal: Hey! *Grabs big, fat, ugly maths textbook and swats Garden Gnome* Garden Gnome: Oi! *Grabs even bigger, fatter, uglier maths file and swats Sploogal* Sploogal: Yuck! Maths germs! Garden Gnome: You started it! Sploogal: Did not! Garden Gnome: *Rolls eyes* You gave me icky disgusting maths germs first! Sploogal: So I did. Garden Gnome: Can't argue with that! Sploogal: But I bet you're going to try, right? Garden Gnome: Darn right! Again, we must apologise to you, but, really, if you've read this much, you couldn't possibly mind it too much! Either that, or you're as crazy as we are! Anyway, R/R peoples, because otherwise, Sploogal will get a knife, and go and hunt down James or Sirius or Remus, and they'll die, because you were too lazy to click and type! Garden Gnome: Do it! Sploog's crazy! Sploogal: Speak for yourself! Garden Gnome: I never said I wasn't crazy! Sploogal: Good point.
Chapter eight
"Ok, so what colour should it be?" Remus prompted.
"Red with gold sparkles," James supplied.
"Shoes?"
"Gold. As if you had to ask!" Replied Sirius.
"I should have guessed," Remus grinned as he wrote out the spell.
"So, who are you taking to the ball?" James asked the other two.
"No one!" Sirius stated. "That way, I can dance with anyone I want!"
James rolled his eyes. "Typical," he muttered. "So, Remus. What about you?"
Remus turned bright red, and muttered something inaudible. (Sploogal: There was a problem with bursting before, now it's muttering! We'll never stop! Argh!)
"Didn't catch that!" Sirius said jovially. (Sploogal: Jovially. I hate that word!)
"Yvonne!" Remus turned an even brighter shade of red, and glared at Sirius warningly.
"Yvonne! Good on ya! You two make such a cute couple," Sirius said in a haigh pitched voice, batting his eyelashes.
"Shut up." Muttered Remus. (Sploogal: See! Right there! More muttering!)
"Let's stop chatting, and get ready." Suggested James.
"Eager, aren't you?" Taunted Sirius. "It wouldn't have anything to do with Lily, would it Jamsie-poopikins?"
"WHAT?! Are you crazy?" James protested. "And DON'T CALL ME JAMSIE- POOPIKINS, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!"
"Sorry Jamsie-poopi- Argh!!!"
James had launched himself at Sirius, and the two of them wrestled until Remus had had enough, and put the body-binding curse on the both of them. He left them for half an hour, while he took a shower. When he came back, he was greeted by whining and whimpering coming from the two marauders.
"Awwww. Remus," whined Sirius. "Let us up, please?"
"Well. Ok." Remus performed the counter-curse, and was immediately attacked by his two friends.
"Idiots!" Remus gasped. "We only have half an hour left!"
With that, James and Sirius raced each other to the showers.
*In the girls' dorm.
"So, Yvonne, what are you going to wear?" Lily asked.
"I don't know. I want it to be, um, special, but not over the top." Yvonne responded absently, looking through her closet. Lily stepped in front of her.
"All right, Yvonne! Who is he?" She demanded.
"Remus," Yvonne replied dreamily. "He's so sweet and sensitive!"
"Hi girls! Looking forward to the ball? Who are you going with, anyway?" Squealed Leanne.
"Yeah, who?" Paula and Alison echoed.
"Remus." Yvonne looked somewhat happy about this.
"James." Lily did not look at all happy.
Leanne, Alison, and Paula's mouths fell open. "How-"
Got it!" Cried Lily, holding up a dress on Yvonne.
"This isn't mine," Yvonne said sadly. It really was a good dress.
"It's mine. And now, which dress should I wear?" Asked Lily.
*20 minutes later*
"What's taking them so long?" Remus asked nervously.
The three marauders had been waiting at the bottom of the staircase for fifteen minutes.
They whirled around as when they heard laughter floating down the stairs.
"Did you see their faces?" Lily was giggling!
"But. but. He's mine! I got him first!" Yvonne imitated.
When they (finally) descended the stairs, James' breath caught in his throat. Lily's hair was up in a French roll, and her dress was simple, gold, and stunning. In all honesty, he thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on!
A/N: Garden Gnome: Sorry about the SLOPPY ending for this chappie, but it can't be helped with Sploogal around. Sploogal: Well, excuse me for breathing! Garden Gnome: I'd rather not. Sploogal: Hey! *Grabs big, fat, ugly maths textbook and swats Garden Gnome* Garden Gnome: Oi! *Grabs even bigger, fatter, uglier maths file and swats Sploogal* Sploogal: Yuck! Maths germs! Garden Gnome: You started it! Sploogal: Did not! Garden Gnome: *Rolls eyes* You gave me icky disgusting maths germs first! Sploogal: So I did. Garden Gnome: Can't argue with that! Sploogal: But I bet you're going to try, right? Garden Gnome: Darn right! Again, we must apologise to you, but, really, if you've read this much, you couldn't possibly mind it too much! Either that, or you're as crazy as we are! Anyway, R/R peoples, because otherwise, Sploogal will get a knife, and go and hunt down James or Sirius or Remus, and they'll die, because you were too lazy to click and type! Garden Gnome: Do it! Sploog's crazy! Sploogal: Speak for yourself! Garden Gnome: I never said I wasn't crazy! Sploogal: Good point.