NybCR: A WARNING to everyone who's about to read this: this story is meant only for those who have a high, HIGH tolerance for utter and complete stupidity, terrible writing, more stupidity, and a potentially illegal amount of uncreative Mary Sues. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: It will also be wise to note that I do not own Sirius Black, and once you're finished reading this, you'll be glad that he's safe in the hands of JK Rowling, nevermind that he's dead in the hands of JK Rowling. But that's beside the point. Please don't sue me.

NybCR: Well, it has been a while, hasn't it? Anyway, my hiatus is over and the Mary Sues are forcing me to write again--so, on with the story, get reading already!

Chapter Two
Marianne and Sirius

The morning sun rose, casting a pale light on the lush green grass of the Hogwarts ground. The dew glittered like stars beneath the multi-colored sky, while the morning doves awoke, singing sweetly to the sun's warm rays. The owls and nightengales fled the light, seeking shelter in the shadowy

The author would like to apologize, but it is written in her contract that she is given a limit of fifty words, and fifty words only, of well-written (cough) I mean, flippant, descriptive material per chapter. She has expended her fifty words, and now she must write what the Mary Sues and Marty Stus tell her to write.

Marianne Suellan always wakes up at dawn, even though her upbringing of a spoiled, pampered brat dictates that she shouldn't be able to crawl out of bed until well after noon. But the author's contract says that she wakes up at dawn and she is NOT afraid of mice, so, for all the reader knows, Marianne Suellan wakes up at dawn with perfectly styled hair, manicured nails, and glowing skin without applying any make-up whatsoever, and she will not scream like a little girl and jump onto the nearest chair when she sees a mouse in the vicinity.

So, without a fear of mice racing into her path, Marianne wandered around the corridors, wondering what would happen to her. She paused to look out the window to observe the sunrise, which was partially described by the author.

Despite the author's vehement protests, the Mary Sues insisted that the scene changed abruptly and without any kind of interlude whatsoever. So, without further adoo, and regardless of the dramatic Timothy's insistance that A-D-O-O is how you spell "adeiu", there will be an abrupt scene change without any prior warning to the reader.

Sirius Black had spent the previous night tossing and turning in his bed, images of the charismatic, emerald-eyed Marianne swimming in his head. So, when the dawn's light filtered through the blinds over his window (although the author wonders why he has blinds instead of curtains, she doesn't question it overtly since it gives her the opportunity to use the words "filtered" and "blind" in the same sentence, the concept of which makes her giggle inexplicably), Sirius got up from his bed and took a shower. He was too tired to dry off or shave, so he simply pulled a pair of pants on and began wandering through the Hogwarts corridors, wet, shirtless, and with a five o'clock shadow.

The author would like to remind any and all fangirls reading this not to drool on the keyboard.

Anyway, as Sirius traversed the corridors, he ran into Marianne Suellan. Shocked at seeing her beautiful, charismatically emerald-green eyes, Sirius was unable to speak.

Marianne, on the other hand, smiled sweetly--I mean, charismatically--at the shirtless professor. "Good morning, sir." She peered curiously at his wet torso, and glanced at his face, which was turning red from her scrutiny. "May I ask where your shirt is, sir?"

Before Sirius could think of a response, he felt the sudden urge to take Marianne in his arms and kiss her passionately. So, he did just that.

Please excuse the author for a moment. She just felt the sudden, inexplicable urge to gag.

And gag.

And gag.

And by the time she finished gagging, Marianne and Sirius's passionate kiss had ended, but she arrived just in time to record Sirius's statement right after their lips parted.

"I--Marianne, I love you," Sirius said breathlessly.

Marianne's emerald-green eyes sparkled charismatically, even though the author wanted to replace "emerald" with "lime", since everyone knows that lime-green is a much more interesting color than emerald-green, seeing as how emerald-green is overused, anyway. Regardless of the author's many complaints, Marianne's EMERALD-green eyes continued to sparkle charismatically as she expressed her eternal love for Sirius--a love that would last longer than Mt. Everest and shine brighter than the light of a thousand suns.

"And I, you, my loverly schnookums," Marianne cooed charismatically, and Sirius fell for her charisma, hearing all the unspoken words in her gracefully charismatic statement.

Unfortunately, someone else had witnessed this exchange, but did not gag, unlike our soft-stomached author--the reason for this is that the Someone Who Witnessed Marianne and Sirius Snogging was, in actuality, Remus Lupin.

Now, if it was any other guy, they probably would have been glowing with envy at seeing Sirius snog such a beautiful, charismatic young lady (unless it was a Marty Stu, then they would have cheered Sirius on for the snog-session), and while Remus did feel that jealous twinge in his chest, he did not feel jealous of Sirius. He felt jealous of Marianne. The reason for this is that Remus had secretly been in love with Sirius ever since they first met. But, in light of Marianne's charismatic perfection and the fact that Remus wanted Sirius to be happy, Remus felt his jealousy melt away beneath his sadness.

So, as Remus silently walked away from Marianne and Sirius (who resumed snogging after their declarations), another Mary Sue began thinking of Remus...

NybCR: Not quite as long as the previous chapter, but I've had a long hiatus. Let me get over it first.

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