Chapter 8: Saturday Morning
"UGHHH," Sirius woke up suddenly. He saw Remus sitting on his bed, reading his textbook. "Oh Remus, I had a terrible nightmare. I had a dream you, me and that bitch Clarke were in a group doing the LOVE POTION," Sirius dramatically put his hand on his head. Remus didn't even look up from his books.
"Your nightmare is true, Sirius. You just forgot Whitney and Peter," Remus casually said. Sirius thought for a minute and jumped on the floor.
"Fine. In order to come to terms with this dreadful news, I'm going to Hogsmeade to drink my sorrows. Who's coming?" Sirius looked around the room. Peter raised his hand while he was playing with his toes.
"I'm not coming- I have to study for our test," Remus said.
"Pshh yeah okay, our test is in TWO WEEKS NERD. Now shut up and come with us," Sirius made Remus get up and went over to James' bed to tickle his ears.
"Hehe, Lily baby, stop ittttt," James giggled and murmured in his sleep. Sirius slapped James awake.
"Good morning baby," Sirius mocked Lily. James threw a pillow at Sirius and groaned. "Get up James, we're going to Hogsmeade," Sirius commanded. In a matter of hours, the 4 boys were ready to go to with Sirius happily in the center.
"Can we go to the cafe on the corner of Park Avenue? Lily often goes there," James asked with a yawn.
"I agree. I need some coffee to help me study when I get back," Remus added.
"As long as they serve alcohol, fine," Sirius agreed.
"RRRREEEEEEMMMMUUUUSSSSS," they all heard a familiar, shrill shriek. Whitney came bouncing from her friends to Remus and latched onto his arm.
"Hey Whitney. How are you?" Remus pleasantly asked.
"Better than I could ever be now that I'm with you," Whitney sweetly replied. James and Sirius exchanged an annoyed glance. They all piled into the café and sat at a circle table.
"Ughhhhh I'm hungryyyyyy," Whitney complained.
"I'll get a waitress," Remus looked around and saw a familiar face. "ISABEL…lla" Remus stopped himself from shouting her name out loud. Sirius looked up.
"What? Where? Ohhh god, this is good, this IS GOOD!" Sirius began snickering hard. Isabella began walking to their table, her head down as she searched for her notepad, not knowing who was sitting at the table.
"Hey guys, what can I get….you…fuck," Isabella realized who her customers were. Remus nervously smiled and waved while the others gave her nasty looks.
"So, you're a slave now?" Sirius asked with a mocking tone.
"Careful dickhead, you have no idea what I can do to your food," Isabella warned. "Now hurry up and tell me what you all want."
"Hi Isabella! Could I just get a coffee please? Thank you," Remus politely ordered. Isabella cocked an eyebrow and started writing in her notepad.
"I WILL HAVE…2 breakfast Supremes and a milkshake. Oh wait, make that 2 milkshakes. No wait, just 1; I'm trying to watch my weight," James sheepishly said.
"That ain't going nowhere," Isabella murmured under her breath as she wrote down James' order. Remus heard and smiled a little. Isabella saw his small smile and reciprocated it back.
"Whore, what can I get that has no carbs and no fat?" Whitney rudely asked. Remus gave her a disapproving look.
"Water," Isabella plainly replied. Sirius and James sneered and Whitney gave them a judgmental look.
"I will also have a coffee, slave girl. Oh and make sure to put two sugars, skim milk- no wait, yeah, skim milk, aaaaaand make it pretty," Whitney ordered Isabella. She gritted her teeth and wrote down Whitney's order.
"I will have one of everything," Peter stared at Isabella.
"…We don't do everything," Isabella replied with a strange look.
"Excuse me Clarke, if Peter is a paying customer, then you do one of everything," Sirius spoke for him. "Also, I'll have exactly what James is having."
Isabella rolled her eyes and wrote it down.
"Anything else," she coldly asked.
"No thank you," Remus pleasantly answered. As she started gathering all the menus, Sirius managed to catch a look at Isabella's work outfit: a skimpy, French-maid type, black dress, which was quite revealing. Remus thought he saw Sirius looking, but thought his eyes were deceiving him. Isabella gave the order to the chef.
"One of everything?!" the chef asked.
"Yup, for Mr. Piggy over there," Isabella pointed to Peter. Half an hour went by, and the food started coming. Isabella started serving Remus & Whitney's coffees and James and Sirius' milkshakes. Just as she was coming back with the Breakfast Supremes, Whitney stuck her foot out which made Isabella crash to the floor.
"WHITNEY. HOW DARE YOU. YOU APOLOGISE RIGHT NOW AND HELP ISABELLA WITH THIS MESS," Remus yelled at Whitney, who had a smirk on her face. Sirius and James burst out laughing while Peter started crying. Soon, the manager of the café stormed out to see what was going on.
"CLARKE! You apologize to your customers, you clean up this mess, and expect all of this to come out of YOUR paycheck!" the manager ordered Isabella, who was fuming with anger. Remus felt so bad. As Isabella started cleaning up the dishes, Remus jumped down to help.
"Oh look, Remmy's helping his girlfriend," James mocked. Isabella didn't dare look up to any of them.
"Lupin. Leave it," Isabella frostily told Remus. "But thanks," she muttered.
"HA! Now she is really a slave. You missed a spot," Sirius tormented. Isabella had to hold back every fiber of anger in her soul to stop herself from killing Sirius.
"Sirius, shut up," Remus scolded.
"Suddenly I'm not so hungry anymore. C'mon guys, let's go to the great hall- at least we'll be well fed there," Sirius said in Isabella's direction. As the group started to leave, Remus pulled out £50 for the food.
"Forget it. If I'm paying for them, I might as well pay for you right?" Isabella rhetorically asked.
"Listen, I can't express my deepest apologies. Is there anything I can do?" Remus asked as the group walked out the door. Isabella just shook her head no. "What time do you get off work?" He asked.
"7:30,"
"Great! Don't go back to the castle at 7:30, okay? Just wait for me here,"
"Why?"
"Because…you'll see,"
"You know I'm going to go back to the castle right?"
"Please, Isabella. Just stay here and wait for me,"
"Whatever, I'll think about it. Bye," Isabella turned around and walked back to the bar. Remus smiled and began thinking how he could make her happier at 7:30.
