Standing There By You
Ch. 39- Unconventional Kindred and Bamboozling Boys
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it.
A/N: The author is currently hanging her head in shame for the extended amount of time lapsed from the last update till now.
But she would like you wonderful readers out there to know that school and tennis are very strenuous. Friends moving and new jobs don't help, either.
The author will leave now, pondering why she is referring to herself in third person, and let you read the chapter.
"Do you remember," Sirius panted, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with his sleeve, before returning to bend over the hard stone floor, "what freedom feels like?"
"No," James sighed, wringing out his sponge and sloshing the dirty water across the floor. "I really can't say that I can."
"Are you talking?" Professor Fluent demanded, sneering above the boys from the high altitude he currently reigned above them. "I thought I said, no talking."
It was very hard not to imagine their professor twisting a long handlebar mustachearound his finger and cackling like a madman. "He's nutters," Sirius commented in an undertone. "Can you say slave-driver?"
"You can add de-webbing the pantry to the list for your persistent jibbers," said Professor Fluent. "And I won't hesitate to add more if I hear you utter one more word." He twisted around and returned back to his desk at the front of the room.
Sirius rolled his eyes. 'The list' was in all actuality a manifest of scrutizinglabors and forced exertiontheir professor demanded of them each day; apparently it was fixed by how well they behaved, but Sirius believed it all depended on what side of the bed he woke up on.
"Bugger," James grunted, as he wiped his hands free of the filthywater. "We're never going to get out of here in time for practice!"
Sirius winced as he remembered their week-before-the-game-must-attend-or-die-practice. "Yeah, Redop'll go psycho on us if we don't show. But I'm sure we can finish."
"Right," James looked over to the list Fluent had magicked onto the board and groaned. "We've still got to clean the cauldrons, soak the supplies... not to mention scrub and repeat, dust the windows, scrape the ceiling, de-grit the floors, store and preserve the grime... ugh, we'll never get outta here!"
Sirius looked up slowly, a grin etching gradually across his face and that all-too-familiar glint appearing in a glittering grey eye. "Never say never, my friend."
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Remus smiled as he recognized a girl with bouncing black locks bound down the stairs toward him. "Hi," came Grace's hasty greeting, as she plopped onto a worn burgundy couch and shifted to the cushion next to Remus. She was holding a parchment in one hand, and a bottle of nail-polish in the other; by the looks of it (and the smudged purple blotches on her left hand) her owl had delivered the letter in the middle of a make-shift manicure.
A smile tweaked his lips, as Remus took in the girl before him. "Hello," he replied happily. He peered at the parchment. "What do you have there?"
Grace smiled back. "A letter."
"Well obviously,"Peter added his two cents in from several seats down. "He wants to know what's in the letter." He rolled his eyes for extra emphasis.
Grace laughed as Remus shot Peter a glare, before she glanced back down at the letter. "I asked mum if you could visit a bit over the holidays," Grace informed him, shrugging nonchantedly. "Remember? Cause we were talking about it and all that one day and... Well anyway she said it'd be fine so you know, if you'd like..."
"Sure!" Came Remus's quick response as a grin spanned across his face. "That'd be great."
Remus could've sworn his saw relief cross Grace's face- but it couldn't have been, she was always the calm one, and Remus was always the one apprehensive and twitchy.
"Great," she smiled brightly. "You can ask your parents and let me know when." Remus nodded in response, and made to look down and continue his reading, when Grace stopped him. Her grin faltered a bit. "Well, there's some things you should know..."
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"Okay, ready?" Sirius asked from his crouched position on the floor.
James gave an affirmative nod. "Ready."
Sirius flicked his wrist and a small explosion erupted in Fluent's back chambers. "Go, go, go," he whispered, and they were gone fast enough to just barely hear their professor's shouts of dismay.
"Okay, keep your eyes open," James said briskly, as they strode the halls at top-speed. "We know what we need, now all we've got to do is find it."
They scoured the corridors for several more minutes, before Sirius froze as if he were a predator sensing his prey. "There," he whispered. "Right up ahead."
James turned to face the direction Sirius had motioned to, and found several third years sitting around one of the many stone sills that accompanied the tall windows of Hogwarts. Two in particular sat next to each other within close proximity, a few feet apart from the others.
A smile spread across James's face. "Looks good to me."
Sirius nodded and cleared his throat loudly, causing the third years to start with surprise. "Hello, young third years," Sirius's booming announcement filled the corridor. "We have come to offer you something you just can't resist."
"An opportunity you cannot pass up," James proclaimed beside him. He appeared to glance at all of the curious third years in turn. "You there!" he called, pointing to the two huddled boys Sirius had previously pointed out.
The two now looked rather frightened at being made a spectacle. They turned to stare at one another and mouth wordlessly for several moments or so.
"We have chosen you," Sirius thundered, "you should be honored, for this is a chance above all others."
James nodded in solemn agreement. "Come, walk with us, and we shall show you what great glory and distinction you will hold."
The two boys looked flabbergasted at this statement, and slowly they rose from their spots on the floor to stand before James and Sirius. "A-all right," one stuttered, while the other nodded fervently. The two elder boys gave a swift collective nod, and in an instant strode rapidly down the hall, the third years following anxiously at their heals.
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"Well it's nothing atrocious," Grace said, giggling at Remus's horrified expression. "My family's just a little... different."
Remus's face relaxed, but only slightly. "Oh, okay."
"There's just a lot to know," she continued, grabbing a nearby pillow and hugging it to her chest. "For example, my Great Aunt Cassidy, well she's friendly and all, but just watch out when she's off her rocker."
"Off her rocker?" Remus inquired. "So she's a little..." he made a face, unsure how to phrase the rest of his question.
Grace stared back blankly. "Yeah, off her rocker. She's really attached to that thing, if anyone even goes near the worn out pillow of that ancient chair she'll bite your head off for sure."
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"Here, hold your hood a little higher there," Sirius instructed, reaching out and tugging the top of the robe over the third year's forehead.
James sighed. "Stop stumbling around! It can't be that hard to see through the glasses." The third year gulped and did his best to stand firmly on the ground.
"That reminds me," Sirius turned to James, "we've got to return these specs to that first year before he goes and blabs to a teacher. He should be able to survive until morning, eh?"
"Sure," James waved his hand dismissevly. He turned to the two awkwardly standing boys to view his and Sirius's handiwork.
The one right in front of him donned a pair of glasses they had snatched from a very gullible first year, sprouted clumps of messy black hair that James had a heck of a time charming, and an overly large hood draped around his neck, to be pulled up in due time.
The other boy didn't have much added to him, save a larger robe and Sirius's sneakers. His hood was pulled tightly over his head, because his stubborn red locks persistently crept through any charm.
"I think they're ready," James announced. Giving them two swift pats on the back, they all began to parade toward the dungeons, where Professor Fluent was surely waiting.
Once they approached the room, they could hear their professor scouring the dungeon in, no doubt, search for Sirius and James.
"Okay, remember to remain silent and under no circumstances, look up," Sirius told them.
The two boys nodded, and in response Sirius laughed loudly and then James in return- to reassure the professor it was really them- before shoving the kids into the room.
James smiled and made a motion as if rubbing his hands together in accomplishment. Sirius gave a thumb's up in return, as they both hurried away from the dungeons and down the hallway.
James grinned. "That was way too easy," he said, once they were out of earshot.
"Nah," Sirius waved his hand. "We're just skilled."
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"And then there's Eileen, she's got these weird quirks that everything has to be stored on the left side of the cupboards-"
"Uh-huh..." said Remus warily.
"Oh and I can't forget about Maurine, she's mum's best friend and practically lives at our house-"
Remus tried to look more reassured than he felt. "Right."
"But what we've got to worry about most are my brothers; Patrick, Michael and Ryan, oldest from youngest- Michael and Ryan still live at the house, and even though he's old and has a family, Patrick practically lives there too. His wife Catherine and their daughter, Meghan, visit once a week for Sunday supper, but Meghan's over loads more. Michael is one of those crazy college kids and Ryan goes to Eton, they've both got friends over all the time, but as long as you steer clear of the 'who-cares' room on the eve of July the third, you'll be fine."
Remus sincerely wished he had a quill and parchment. Or maybe a machete.
He looked to his left and saw Grace heave herself into the deep, comfortable depths of the couch, thoroughly tired after that extended explanation. "It's really quite fun," Grace informed him with a lazy smile. "I just hope you don't mind commotion." She looked thoughtful. "Or Chinchillas."
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"Wonder how that de-grimeing's going," Sirius snickered, as he and James entered the pitch, brooms in tow.
James smiled, looking mockingly wistful. "I'll be thinking about those beautiful cobwebs while we're, rather unfortunately of course, soaring through the air in this blasted game."
"Potter, Black," Malcolm Redop shouted from the middle of the field. "Could you increase your trudge to a jog, maybe?"
The boys rolled their eyes, but complied nonetheless. When they approached the spot where the team stood huddled, Redop scowled the expected scowl of a captain at their tardiness.
"Sorry, Cap'n," Sirius apologized cheekily.
James looked around. "Is everyone already here?"
The distressed captain frowned, flicking the top of his left ear in an odd nervous habit. "Matsu's not here yet. Has anyone seen her?"
Just as he spoke this, an extremely scrawny girl tumbled onto the field, practically tripping over her own feet as she hurried towards her waiting teammates. Black pigtails tied high on her head bobbed up and down in her strenuous sprint until she finally reached them. She panted, arms flailing frantically. "The equipment, it's gone! I couldn't find any of it, except for... well..." She held up the shredded remains of what looked to previously be a beater's bat.
Sirius made a sympathetic face and clapped Grace hard on the back. "Tough luck," he shook his head grimly. "Look's like you're gonna have to buy another."
Grace scowled. "Yeah right! That's your bat, Sirius."
"Not-uh," Sirius replied childishly. "I can tell which is my bat, and that's definitely not mine."
"Oh yeah?" Grace replied airily, stepping towards the wooden mess. "Then why does it say..." she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Property of Studmuffin?"
"Quite fond of yourself, eh?" Sirius shook his head at Grace. "Ah, it's all right; that's true," he nudged her several times in the ribs, "Remus is a very lucky guy, if you know what I mean..." He barely had time to wiggle even one brow before Grace's shoe collided painfully with his shin.
Grace paused. "Wait, I'm...I'm not even a beater, you idiot!"
"All right, all right," Redop announced loudly over the scattered chatter. His finger was twitching madly against his ear as he paced before the now silenced team. "Well this is just wonderful. Someone stole it, I just know it-"
"Bet it was those blasted Slytherins!" Curtis Phillips proclaimed, stomping his foot into the ground in outrage. The team nodded in fervent agreement.
"And now we can't even practice," Redop babbled on as if he hadn't even heard Curtis, "it's a week from the game that'll decide everything, do you realize what this means?"
"We're going to be awful," Alexander Beaufort hung his head gloomily. Kami looked quite close to tears.
"There's got to be a penalty, but no, Dumbledore won't do anything without proof- you know, I bet they're all cackling like mad down in those-"
"Whoa," James held out his hands, eyes wide. "Settle down before you have a goose."
Grace looked at him strangely. "Have a goose?"
"Yeah sure," James stared at her, before shrugging. "You should know, it's muggle."
"No," Grace shook her head. "Even muggles can't produce geese."
Sirius started laughing. "That'd be funny."
"Were you going somewhere with this?" Redop demanded, looking on the very edge of sanity. "Or are we going to spend all of our time discussing the mating habits of geese?"
"That'd be interesting," Sirius commented. "We should start a club."
Redop's face went dangerously red, his knuckles going white with the tight grip of his robes. He turned to stare down at James. "Were you going to make a point, or is what comes out of your mouth just as senseless as his?"
Sirius's mouth dropped open. "Senseless!?"
James stepped in before the infuriated captain could throttle his admittedly infuriating friend. "Why don't we just practice without the equipment?" he suggested hastily. "We've still got our brooms."
For a moment Redop's stare lingered on James as if he had lost his mind. Then, slowly, he repeated, "Without equipment?"
"Sure," James shrugged. "Who knows, it might even be one of those mad things the professionals use that actually help better their game. Either way we haven't got any other options, right?"
The captain's fretful face loosened into a thoughtful grin. "Good thinking, Potter. Let's go, everyone in the air and start up the usual drills."
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"They're so weird."
Julie looked up to see her friend staring up ahead, watching bemused as the Gryffindor Quidditch team dove around the pitch in a mad hunt for imaginary balls. She shrugged. "I'll never understand how a Quidditch player's mind works. Sometimes I swear Grace has gone nutters."
"Me too," Lily nodded, her smile the only contradiction against her serious reply. Quite abruptly her relaxed expression twisted to resemble horror, as she froze mid-stride and practically wrenched her ear off, grasping it tightly.
"What's wrong?" Julie asked, looking over her friend with concern.
"My earring," Lily breathed. "My earring- it, it's my mum's, it's gone- I don't know how I lost it-"
"Well I'm positive it's around here somewhere," Julie assured. She looked at the scene around her to determine any possible places it could've fallen. The large lake stretched out just inches before their bare feet, and towering trees stood to her left.
Beside her, Lily was looking around frantically, still holding her earlobe tightly as her eyes darted across the grounds. Julie crouched down below her, feeling all around the dewy grass in search of the missing jewel.
"There!" Lily called suddenly, causing Julie's neck to ache as she twisted it up instinctively. She found her friend frozen above the lake's shore, pointing to a glistening object floating on top of the calm rifts.
"Oh good," Julie sighed. "Here, let's just-"
A large splash cut off Julie's suggestion. "Lil!" she cried, gaping at her friend. The red-head had taken it upon herself to jump into the liquidy abyss and fetch the lost earring.
Hair darker than her natural auburn falling in drenched clumps around her shoulders, Lily rose above the water, sputtering slightly, but grinning all the same. "I got it," she announced triumphantly, holding the sparkling earring high above her head. "Mum would've killed me if I didn't."
"You're mad," Julie shook her head in astonishment, reaching a hand out in front of her to help her hop out of the lake. "A simple summoning charm would've done the trick."
With Julie's aide, Lily heaved herself out of the water, and plopped onto the ground. "Oh well," she shrugged, clasping the earring quickly back onto her ear. "All that matters is that I got it back, right?"
"I guess," Julie said, rolling her eyes as Lily wrung her soaked locks to form a puddle around her feet. "But I still say you're mad."
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"Can you believe we're actually doing this?" a rather excited third year whispered to his friend.
His comrade suppressed a squeal of delight as he dumped a pile of last week's potion remains into a make-shift trash bin. "I know! Standing in for the Marauders... Wait till we tell Chris and Gaby!"
"I'll bet they'll be simply green with envy."
"Yeah," the first boy nodded, unable to hold back an ecstatic chortle. "I can't wait to..." he trailed off and did a double take upon realizing what direction the comment had come from, now fully comprehending that his friend was crouched several feet before him in the opposite direction, not to mention his voice didn't carry as cool and sneering. He turned to witness his friend wearing an expression of horror that matched exactly what he felt. They looked up slowly and viewed exactly what they had dreaded to see.
"Well," Professor Fluent clasped his hands in mocking delight. "Now you'll have so much more to tell Chris and Gaby."
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James couldn't help parading alongside his best friend as they made their way down the dimming hallway. The triumphant grin he donned seemed quite irremovable, but how could he not be happy after that incredible practice? The delectably sweet words still rang clearly in his ears- after practice Redop had said that anyone with ideas like that would make one heck of a Quidditch Captain. The more he thought about it, the more obvious it seemed. Of course he'd become the next captain; no one else could fit the criteria as well as he. Unfortunately, Redop was still just a sixth year. He supposed he could wait another year until taking charge; he just pityed the team that would be without his remarkable assistance.
"Hope you don't mind, but I borrowed your purple polka-dotted kneehighs for the summer."
James turned to stare at his friend. "What?"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "I've been trying to get your attention for ten minutes now. What exactly is going on in that puny brain of yours?"
"Ah, just thinking about the future," James said, stroking his broomstick fondly as he tightened his grip around it. "The wonderful, inevitable future."
"Right," Sirius shook his head. "You're odd, you know that?"
James nodded. "Yup."
"Well I mean," Sirius began, gesturing his hands towards James's broomstick. "You-" he felt someone tap his shoulder and brushed his hand off carelessly. "You are-" the hand tapped again and Sirius grew further agitated, knocking it off his shoulder. "As I was saying- argh!" he whipped around in frustration, angry at the persistantly tapping hand. "What's your..." Sirius trailed off and smiled weakly as his frighteningly delighted professor came into view. "Er, hello. Wonderful evening for a stroll, no?"
"Ah, my sentiments exactly," their professor replied, his lips twisting into an unnerving smile. "And what, pray tell, are you doing out here, when you are presumably serving detention in my class-room?"
Sirius's eyes shifted to meet James's, who only shrugged in response. Finding no other option, Sirius lifted his gaze to level with the professor's and widened his eyes to their fullest extent. "But sir, we are in the class-room."
Professor Fluent looked mildly disconcerted for a moment, but swiftly switched back to his cool and knowing demeanor. "You can't pull that with me, Mister Black."
Sirius frowned. "Drats."
"So you've wrangled two younger students into forging your presence and doing the dirty work for you, skipping detention to," he eyed their broomsticks, "attend Quidditch practice?"
James and Sirius nodded, and stood still to await their increased punishments; this would surely cause missed Quidditch practices, and they could only hope it didn't conflict with the humongous game on Friday.
Much to their surprise, Professor Fluent didn't shoot out a rash punishment, or even appear angry for that matter. And what was that... did they detect a hint of understanding? "That's fine," the professor accepted with a slight smile. "And for your recent actions, I grant you permission to skip all of tomorrow."
Sirius turned to James, an astonished grin in place. As the professor nodded and turned to retreat down the hallway, Sirius announced happily, "Ah, see James! We've finally gotten to that ol' bugger. Our powers of persuasion are endless, no?"
A/N: Badaba. Nothing much more to say, so I shall now thank my incredibly lovely reviewers.
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