Story: The Courtship of Emmaline Vance
Author: VacheSoupe, the writing, soup-drinking cow
Romance/HumorSummary: Less than a week till his best-friend's wedding and Sirius still is unable to find a girl to go as his date. Will he give in to the fact that his glory days of girls are over or will he be able to convince that one oh-so-special person?
AN: Sorry I didn't update in a billion months. I have no real excuses, but I can steal others that I have seen. Emotional trauma, exams, switching jobs, death of a goldfish. You can send me a lovely review complaining about my irregular updates and poor writing skills. I.E. I don't mind flames.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize because there is not a single original idea on this planet. Song belongs to the Billy Joel. Everything Harry Potter belongs to either Rowling or WB, not that it matters.
Friday night I crashed your party
Saturday I said I'm sorry
Sunday came and trashed me out again
I was only having fun
Wasn't hurting any one
And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change
I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
And you told me not to drive
But I made it home alive
So you said that only proves that I'm insane
You may be right
I may be crazy
But I may just be a lunatic your looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong
For all I know you may be right.
Remember how I found you there
Alone in your electric chair
I told you dirty jokes until you smiled
You were lonely for a man
I said take me as I am
Cause you may enjoy some madness for a while.
Now think of all the years you tried to
Find someone to satisfy you
I might be as crazy as you say
If I'm crazy then it's true
That it's all because of you
And you wouldn't want me any other way
You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
It's too late to fight
It's too late to change me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
The party was loud, smoky and chic; thrown in an upscale flat full of so many tasteful modern works that it was evident that only the "it" people could receive entrance. Not that it bothered Sirius much. There was not a party in town that would turn hum away, except, maybe, one held at his good-for-nothing parents' house.
As it turned out the party was being held by Caroline Vance to commemorate her year's seventh anniversary of their graduation. Sirius remembered sadly that year. Caroline's class had been a good one with a girl to guy ratio of 5:2. It was ridiculously easy for younger "gentlemen" like him to land a pretty girl. Out of Caroline's year Sirius had nailed two, Juniper and Suzanne and snogged senseless numerous others. He truly hoped that now he would be lucky enough to just get a date.
The thing about Sirius was he was unable to hold a job. He hated taking direction, so if he got an assignment he did not particularly like, he would not do it and get fired, thus only receiving entry level jobs and wages. This was all fine for Sirius, he had all the money he could possibly want and the easier and more menial the work, the better. However women did not seem to find a clerk nearly as interesting and sexy as an unspeakable or member of the accidental magic reversal squad.
Looking around the room Sirius sincerely hoped someone would forget his reputation, family and job and do him this favor.
AN Again: I have just finished reading Death of a Salesman so I sort of based Sirius' personality off of Biff's and Happy's. In case anyone was worried, I do, like everyone else, love Sirius. He is a bit crazy though.
