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CHAPTER 3: THE BLACK-SPENCER DUEL

"It is a big sin to reveal the Marauding Room, Padfoot," Peter squealed.

Sirius held out a finger to stop this blabbering nonsense. "Wormtail, do you care if Prongs will not have Evans for the ball, for the rest of his life, the Potter family without a next generation, disowned by his parents, and one day we'll see him on his bedroom, dead because he committed suicide?" Sirius said breathlessly, increasing the volume of his voice at every phrase.

Peter hid behind Remus. "Yeah, Padfoot. That's too much. It's exaggerated," he said.

They saw their eighteen colleagues, all crammed by the narrow corridor, waving at them. Kristanna went out of the crowd and complained at Sirius.

"Sirius Black, why the hell are you late?" she asked shrewdly.

Sirius was taken aback by this sudden complaint. "Spen-Kristanna, it's a matter of consequence, so we have to tend to it," he said.

The nymph looked at the unwelcome guests distractedly but smiled sweetly when Sirius gave the password. Kristanna gave an uncompassionate grip at Sirius' arm and the painting glared at her with wide, reproachful eyes.

"After you," Sirius offered, wriggling free from the brunette's grasp.

"Where are we?" Felicity asked Sirius as they went inside a large hall, a complete contrast to the small and narrow pathway and the one-person-entry door.

Sirius went to take his place on a small platform in front as the other guests sat down. "Welcome to this secret room of ours, and now your secret, too. Before this discussion and this club start, we would like you to sign those," a flick of his wand and the pieces of parchment on a nearby table flew to each of them, "contracts."

A girl with blonde hair asked him, "Why do we need to?"

"That is a contract of you not telling this secret room, of you not telling James and Evans all about this club, of you not telling the Slytherins, of you not telling the school staff," Remus explained.

There was buzzing. Sirius tapped the table to gain their attention. "If you want to reveal this sweet secret of ours…" he made a gesture of cutting his neck off. Everyone gulped. "Understood? Fine, let's start."

Sirius started a heated argument between Kristanna, who thought that his ideas were pointless and started cramming her own sappy ideas on the scene.

"Actually, Black, your ideas cannot meet the standards of Lily," Kristanna said coolly.

Sirius was fuming with anger with her sudden disturbance. "You! Can't you stop saying your ideas before mine?" he asked, taking his wand and pointing it at the girl.

"Do it your way, Sirius Black," Kristanna threatened, grabbing her own wand.

"Oh no," Remus said hopelessly. "Stop it, both of you," he tried to shout out.

"Heran!" Sirius cried, and Kristanna's straight hair started to twist itself.

After the few minutes of being tangled within her mane, she made smoke and wrapped it around Sirius, encasing him in darkness.

"Incendio!" she shouted, pointing it at Sirius. His hair caught fire and Kristanna released her smoke. The smoke started to fade and Kristanna was now jumping from torch after torch, table after table, and chair after chair, just to avoid the variety of hexes Sirius tried to get to her.

"So like a cat," one of them remarked. Kristanna heard of this and winked at the guy.

Sirius was really shaking with anger. "Aguamenti!" he said, pointing his wand on his hair. He was suddenly drenched with cold liquid. His used-to-be sleek black hair was now smelt of burnt rubber. "You'll pay for this, Kristanna Spencer," he threatened, waving his left fist at the girl and hexing her with the other.

"I guess not, Mr. Black. Cats will always be cats and dogs are always their enemies," she poetically said, draped within the shielding charm. "Impedimenta!" Sirius was in the middle of a speech, but now, he was talking of it in slow-mo. Kristanna jumped to the platform and looked at the ten times slower Sirius. "Pitiful. Your hair. That's what happens if you try to underestimate me." she took his wand and lifted the spell.

"You'll pay for this," he said under his breath.

"You will do," she spat back.

"Can't you just stop it?" Molly finally shouted, her chair falling with a loud clunk echoed with the silence. "Maybe the two of you should join this 'Couple of the Year' stuff!" Her face was red, and she's looking like a big red tomato with her green bonnet on top.

Sirius and Kristanna stopped, the brunette blushing in contrast of her brown features while she gripped Sirius' wand tight that it might break.

Sirius cleared his throat and Kristanna gave his wand back. He snapped it from her hands. She proceeded to her seat and let Sirius talk first.

"People, people. I have let the names of the couple in the draw. They will be against the Ravenclaw's Andre Percival and Penny Trendor." Buzzings from the crowd. "Yes, I know some of you here are Ravenclaw, but surely, you'll be with us now." Nodding from the crowd. "They are hopefully supported by the 'GH', Ravenclaw's representing bully team. I know that their crowd is powerful, surely."

"Aren't they the group in gothic looks and those who laugh a little bit weird?"

"Yup, got that right," Sirius said.

"Who else?" Frank asked, raising his hand.

Sirius scratched his chin a little and continued, this time darkly. "Well, my dear cousin, Sissy, and the stupid bleached-hair, Malfoy."

"Surely, the whole Slytherin will support them," one of the crowd said.

Sirius nodded triumphantly. "No matter what, I know that only Slytherin will vote for them. So, our problem is how to have the two sign this agreement that they are in the contest?"

"Do you think we have to sabotage them and force them?" Alice asked fearfully. She hated breaking rules.

"Nah, Evans is too smart to be sabotaged. Try to do it and you'll be in the Hospital Wing for a month," he warned coolly.

"Then, what?" one of them asked Sirius hopefully.

Sirius winked at them. "We'll use," he pointed at Kristanna, who looked at her sides, expecting that Sirius was referring to another person, "Miss Spencer."

At this sudden mission, she opened her mouth wide and started to whine. "And why me?"

"Because you're Evans' best friend, that's all!" Sirius replied, now trying to bring down his rubber band smelling hair. "Besides, you're the only one who has the capacity to outwit the princess of ours," he said.

Kristanna's eyes lightened as she fumbled within her robes to show the whole staff a bottle of crystalline purple liquid. "Sometimes, Slughorn can be a nice teacher in terms of cunning."

NCSP:

"Spencer, Black, what are you doing there?" Professor MgGonagall asked them as they were holding each other. More like a PDA (Public Display of Affection) session in the eyes of their stern professor.

"Professor, we were just… we were just…" Kristanna started. She was getting nervous. "Was that really a Felix or did I brew the potion wrong?" she asked herself.

Sirius accidentally hopped off the carpet, feeling wobbles on it, caught Kristanna by the hand, and accidentally, her lips met his. They suddenly stood up and edged away from each other.

"This is certainly a private thing, Minerva," a familiar voice sounded through the corridor. McGonagall jumped to the side and stuttered, Professor… Professor Dumbledore!"