Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter. Bah.
A/N: OMG! You guys totally rock! You gave 42 reviews for just one chapter! A chapter that's only about 2000 words long! I never expected to get so many reviews just because I was dying of boredom! Anyway, to those who read Bring It On, you ought to know that I've been worried sick about my exams results, right? Well, ta dah! (Add sound of trumpets.) Yes, your very own, Elven Dagger, aced all of her subjects! All stinking 8 of them! Bwahahahaha! Even the stupid extra one I took because I was forced to! YAY!
OK, shutting up now. Sorry (grins.), can't help it. I've been grinning like a maniac since I found out around 1 in the afternoon. My friend called me, screaming, 'the results are out! The results are out! Go to school and check!' So, me, being scared out of my socks, went, 'AAAIIIIEEEEE!' I asked her what she got, and she told me straight A's (Though for 7 subjects, which you'll notice is one less than mine. Hits self on head, I've got to stop being so smug.) I had warned my friends earlier on, that if they told me my results, I would torture them slowly and painfully, but I just had to ask, 'how did I do?' and, she was in this voice of totally suppressed excitement, 'you're gonna be very happy.' Me, being the maniac I am, went 'EEEEEE! I got straight A's!' and we both started screeching with joy before I stopped and yelled at her for telling me.
I realize it's my fault. No need to lecture.
Ok, I'll get on with the chapter now, though I'm not entirely sure what I'm writing about. Due to popular demand, I'm bringing in Andrea and WEB (We hatE Butterflies). So, I think I'll introduce her in this chapter. I never knew she was so well-liked!
OY! READ! There were several suggestions, one of them was including Taylor, I'm not sure about that. Firstly, because I don't know how I'm going to bring her in and include her. At best, I might mention her in passing.
Another was that this should be based on BIO, but I don't think I can manage that. I mean, James' attitude is different, things are different, the way the L/J stuff comes will be different. Amazingly, I've already worked out a very vague plot. So, the characters from BIO will be mentioned, maybe their parts will be big, maybe not, but this will not be based on that story.
On with the fic!
7.43 a.m.
Sleepy… so sleepy.
Need… coffee… need… sugar.
7.45 a.m.
Evil, evil Moony.
Am supposedly banned from sugar.
Bah.
See if I don't get my revenge!
7.47 a.m.
Hah! I've drunk all the coffee! See what he says to that!
Or, at least, what he will say to that when he notices.
Which will be any second now.
Any second now…
Any sec-
Oh.
Have realized that he doesn't drink coffee.
Darn.
Never mind! Such little milestones will not deter the great Sirius Black! I will now proceed to the most important activity of the day! And a very crucial activity it is, mind you.
Dates For The Week
(I still stand by my campaign!)
Monday: Bridget (5th year, likes roses.)
Tuesday: Natalie (6th year, likes romance.)
Wednesday: Celeste (5th year, likes Muggle thingamajigs.)
Friday: Anna (7th year, likes compliments. Then again, what girl doesn't?)
Saturday: Trisha (5th year, likes Quidditch.)
Sunday: Lindsay (7th year, likes books. Even so, is very hot.)
There we go! All set.
If you wonder what this is for-
(Don't you backtalk to me about not being able to wonder!
-Or backtalk!)
Ahem, anyway, as I was saying, I need this to make sure I don't offend any of the girls by calling them by the wrong names.
As happened last year. (Ouch.)
I have managed to solve this problem by calling them 'darling' and 'dear' and all those other mushy name things girls seem to like so much. (Yick.)
Even so, I have decided that a more personalized approach towards dating should take place! I now call them correctly, introduce pet names if I happen to forget, and show acute interest in their hobbies. The dates start of with romantic thing involving hobby/ interest, and ends with heavy snogging.
Wonderful, ain't it?
Wait…
Damn.
Just noticed that I missed out Thursday.
No problem, will remedy that right now. Let's see… looking for suitable candidate.
Aha! The blonde over there!
Who's she again?
Tara… Tia… Tanya…
Oh, wait, I remember her. She's the one who slapped me when I called her by the wrong name.
Okay, scoutscoutscoutscoutscout.
Again aha! The brunette over there! Erm… Linda?
Hang on; she tried to kill me when I dumped her last week.
This isn't as easy as I thought. I've become so unbelievingly irresistible that I've dated just about every girl there is!
Gah!
Prongs is eying the bowl of strawberries.
No, no, no, bad Prongs. Step away from the bowl Prongs.
Crap.
8.51 a.m.
Hack.
Hack hack.
Again, I hate strawberries.
This is all Lily's fault, now see, if she hadn't just gone and decided to be allergic to strawberries, would I be getting those nasty little things shoved down my throat!
Honestly, some people are so inconsiderate!
Who on earth told Prongs about the strawberries in first place?
Let me turn to her and give a glare that shall cry out, It's-Your-Fault-I'm-Going-To-Retch-Strawberries.
Wait, I think I've just found my date for Thursday!
No, not Lily! D'you think I'd shallow enough to go out with her when my best mate is head over heels for her? That, and she's the Evil Strawberry Queen?
The girl sitting next to her, I've seen her around, but I don't think I've talked to her before.
But there's something about her that's so familiar.
Maybe it's her looks, she probably resembles a past girlfriend or something. She's certainly pretty enough.
Very, in fact.
(Note this, Fleas, I do not use the word 'beautiful'. It just… isn't manly enough.)
She's got long black hair, fair skin and big blue eyes.
She looks like the rather snotty type if you ask me, the kind that layers on inches of make up.
But definitely a good snog.
Thursday, here I come!
Right after I figure out her name.
8.16 a.m.
Note Passing Session During DADA
Me: Oy, Moony, what's the name of that girl there?
Moony: Merlin, Padfoot, do you write these before hand or something? Class just started.
Me: Yes Moony, I just live to write notes in class.
Wormtail: Which girl?
Prongs: Ungh… oi, who threw the parchment at my head?
Me: I cannot tell a lie! It was Moony!
Moony: OY! Was not!
Me: I did it for the good of the people. You were drooling. Again.
Wormtail: Staring at ickle Lily.
Me: Yeah, ickle Lily, Evil Strawbe- wait, that girl! Yeah, that one right next to her with the hair in that knotty thing!
Prongs: She looks familiar…
Wormtail: You mean a French Braid?
Me: Now how would you know such a thing, Wormtail?
Wormtail: Err…
Moony: I know her, she's Andrea Rose. One of Lily's friends.
Prongs: Isn't she also friends with the Chaser on our team? Taylor Lee?
Moony: That's her.
Me: Cough it up, Wormtail, you've been- Andrea Rose? Bet you a Galleon she's the brainless kind of girl who obsesses about fashion.
Wormtail: I remember her now! Actually, she is. I swear, you never see the girl without a copy of Witch Weekly in her hand.
Me: I knew it! You owe me a Galleon!
Prongs: No one actually took you up on your bet.
Me: Bah, go back and stare at Lily.
Moony: She's reading one right now. See, under the desk?
Prongs: She's good.
Wormtail: You want to date her don't you?
Prongs: But you just said yourself that she's the ditzy sort.
Me: Who cares? She's a looker.
Moony: She might look seem that way, but I don't think Lily would be friends with a complete moron.
Prongs: Exactly! My Lily has high standards!
Me: Doesn't matter, I'll ask her out after class. Did you just write 'My' Lily?
Prongs: No!
Wormtail: He did! He did! It's on parchment and everything!
Moony: No duh, Wormtail. Prongs… you are officially whipped.
Me: They grow up so fast! (sniffle)
Prongs: Sod off. (Stares straight ahead at Lily.)
8.31 a.m.
Note Passing Session between Moony, Wormtail and Padfoot.
(Prongs is excluded for special reasons.)
Me: I hate strawberries.
Wormtail: Ditto.
Moony: Don't even mention those things.
Wormtail: Call it a…
Me: Thing.
Moony: Hah?
Me: Henceforth, an evil red fruit with little spots, which I am forbidden to name, shall be called 'Thing'.
Wormtail: Oh...kay…
Moony: We've got to get rid of the things.
Me: Thing, Moony, Thing. With a big 'T' in front.
Moony: Does it really matter?
Me: YES!
Wormtail: We must destroy the Thing before Prongs can feed us some more.
Me: Evil Thing.
Moony: Evil.
Wormtail: Evil.
Moony: Right, I reckon the Thing is making us lose our sanity.
Me: Nope, mine wasn't there in the first place.
Wormtail: He's right about that.
Me: We should storm the kitchens and steal all the Things! Then, in the middle of the night, when not a star shines upon the frosted ground, we shall burn them! As they burn, we must dance the dance that has long ago been danced when people rid the land of evil Things!
Wormtail: Err…
Moony: Right… Can't we just ask the house elves to not stock them anymore?
Me: My way's more complicated! Where's your sense of adventure?
Moony: In the loo, where I hurled up the last batch of Things I was force-fed.
Me: Wormtail! Who do you agree with?
Wormtail: Err…Both of you?
Me: You're no help. I know! Let's form a club! We can be 'We hatE Things' club!
Moony: Why 'hatE'? Why not 'WE hate Things'. P.S. This does not in anyway imply that I'm supporting your club idea.
Me: Y-you… you!
Moony: What?
Me: I can't believe you!
Moony: What!
Me: Are you just trying to make the poor word 'hate' feel unworthy? As if it's not bad enough that all the other words' capitalized letters are in front, you want to get rid of the capitalization that makes it special too! At least with 'hatE', it has the 'E'! And you want to take that away!
Moony: For Merlin's sake, Padfoot-
Wormtail: WET?
Me: Uncaring! Uncaring about the campaign I've launched- eh? WET? I like this club already.
Moony: We are not forming a club called WET!
Me: Party Pooper.
Wormtail: Doesn't this rather sound like that club thingy you started at the beginning of this year?
Me: Don't be a 'WET' blanket, Moony.
Moony: Lame. Next you'll be starting that Sirius and Serious pun. Which, I warn you, will force me to wrench out your throat. What was that, Wormtail?
Me: Siriusly? And that's Sirius not se-
Moony: Don't even finish that sentence.
Wormtail: You know, WEB: We hatE Butterflies?
Moony: No, Wormtail, no!
Me: WEB? AHA! Butterflies! The epitome of all evil! Have I told you guys about the way butterflies are trying to take over the world?
Moony: Yes.
Me: Oh. Well, I'll tell you again just for the sake of it.
(Rest of Note Passing is cancelled due to the fact that it's not actually Note Passing so much as Sirius babbling.)
10.02 a.m.
Class has just ended.
Will now ask Andrea out and fill in Thursday.
10.12 a.m.
The past 10 minutes did not just happen.
Say it with me, Fleas. The past 10 minutes did not just happen!
Did not happen!
OK, deep breaths, deep cleansing breaths.
10.13 and 1 second: Breathe in.
10.13 and 2 seconds: Breathe out.
10.13 and 3 seconds: Breathe in.
10.13 and 4 seconds: Burp.
10.13 and 5 seconds: Blow burp in Wormtail's face.
(A/N: This idea starting from 10.13 and 1 seconds, was given by a lovely reviewer, Evil-Angel-911! J)
10.15 a.m.
In History of Magic now, strangely, Binns' soporific voice is rather calming today.
I'm really going loony.
Alright, I'm calm now. Very calm.
I've also got to keep writing this so that other Marauders won't try to catch my eye and look pitying while trying not to laugh.
Bah.
No, I'm not going to tell you what happen.
No! Going through that experience once was quite enough! I don't want to relive it!
In fact, I want to forget it ever happened!
Don't give me that look, Fleas. Don't! (We are not starting this argument about looks again.)
It's not working, Fleas!
Not working!
Fine! I'll tell you!
It began when DADA ended. I got up from my seat and walked casually over to her. She was talking to Lily.
"See here, Lily? Witch Weekly clearly states that you need to know exactly what season you are. Now, I know that I'm a Winter. Or a Spring, Summer or Autumn-"
I coughed discreetly and gave a charming smile, expecting her to swoon at my knees.
"The fact is that I can wear pretty much anything! You look like an Autumn! Bold colours all the way!"
"Drop it, Andy."
She did not swoon at my knees.
I gave up coughing and said, "Hello there."
She frowned and looked up. "Are you talking to me?"
I grinned, she was obviously that stunned and thrilled. "Yes, aren't you lucky?"
"Not particularly," she said, still frowning. (Obviously playing hard to get, but she looked cute when she frowned.) "What d'you want?"
I notice that Lily dragged Taylor away, possibly because Prongs was approaching. Fair enough, I thought at that time, more privacy.
I gave another suave smile. "To ask you, you blessed thing, for a date on Thursday."
She gave me this searching look. "You're a womanizer."
"I know," I was getting a bit confused there, by now she should be squealing in delight. "Doesn't that make it all the more tempting-… uh… darling?" (I'd forgotten her name, so I figured I'd just add in the pet name.)
"No," she turned away and said. "Thanks but no thanks. I've already got a date. And here's a tip, I hate pet names."
(What happened to all girls liking pet names?)
"What?" now I was truly shocked here. She was refusing me? I've never been turned down before! "With who? Can't you break it?"
"Clark Davies from Ravenclaw," she said in a bored tone. "And no, I'd much rather go out with him than you."
"Y-you're choosing that pretty boy over me?" I squawked.
"I think that's fairly obvious," she turned to leave again.
"Wait! I can squeeze you in next Monday!" I don't know why I said that, but I could hear the other Marauders snickering. I guess I just wanted to keep my Never-Been-Turned-Down record clean.
"Gee, I'm truly honoured," there was sarcasm pooling at her feet, "but… no. I – don't – want – to – go- out – with – you. Got it?"
"B-but-" I admit it. I actually stuttered.
"You don't even know my name, do you?" she asked in a bored tone. When I didn't reply because I couldn't reply since I didn't know her name, she walked away.
Then, the Marauders burst into laughter.
They were so comforting.
I can't believe her!
Andrea Rose!
See, now that name is permanently etched in my mind!
Andrea Rose…
Andrea…
'Drea…
Pronounce it 'Drey-a', it sounds rather nice.
'Drey-a
'Drrreeeeyyyy-aaaa
OK, I've got to stop this.
Before I know it, I'll be turning into Prongs.
Kidding, Fleas, that won't happen.
'Dreeeeyyyy-aaaaa
Or maybe Dree-a?
Which one sounds nicer?
12.46 p.m.
Decided to skip the first part of lunch to sit near the lake and think. I know, very unlike me to skip lunch and think… but it's very hard to concentrate when 3 great prats are laughing.
Upon reviewing the situation, I realized what she's doing! It's the whole 'Acting Mean to Keep 'em Keen' tactic!
Hah! I should've known she'd never resist my charms!
In a way, my record isn't broken, is it?
Is it?
I mean, I just get her to go out with me, snog her, drop her, and ta-daa! I am once again perfect!
'Dreeeyyyy-aaa
There it is!
No, not the name! That cat! The stinking cat on the tree that's looking at me all funny!
Yeah, the one I cut down a tree to get.
It's staring, I swear it's making funny faces at me, Fleas! Mocking me! See the way its blue eyes are twitching?
Forget Andrea Rose! I'm going to get that cat!
Charge!
'Dreee-a.
A.N: Well? What did you guys think? I think this has to be the most spur of the moment idea. I opened all the reviews for inspiration, and I kept seeing Andrea's name, (and strawberries.) so I wrote about that! Not sure how it is, really, but I hope you like it!
Btw, if there are people out there who haven't read BIO, I know the Andrea sounds like a total ditz. Even so, if you're not going to read BIO, don't worry, I'll probably do more of her character.
Oh, and people who guessed right what Rebel Sheep Say Moo is about, though no one guessed completely right, are Kirah are Keiko101.