CHAPTER 17: Drunk In Love

Around 6:30, the students of Hogwarts started heading to the Great Hall to have dinner. The Marauders headed down together, each filled with a different emotion. James- rage, Peter- confusion, Sirius- indifference, Remus- pleasure. The Marauders passed by a broom closet, and Remus suddenly disappeared into the closet. The boys were too involved with themselves that they didn't notice Remus being pulled away.

"What the-!" Remus yelled. Isabella put her hand over his mouth.

"Shhh!" She whispered. "I have to talk to you."

"Oh, Isabella! Gosh, you scared me. Why are we, uh, in a broom closet?" Remus uncomfortably asked. Isabella rolled her eyes.

"Because I'm in love with you and I had to confess it in here," she replied.

"…Seriously?" Remus nervously asked.

"KIDDING. No, I wanted to ask you about today. You still feeling all right? You're not head over heels for that whore?" She asked with concern.

"Ugh, Isabella. The effects wore off 10 minutes after I took the potion. I'm fine," Remus put his hands on Isabella's shoulders.

"Well…if they wore off…why were you two acting all cuddly and disgusting behind me?" She asked.

"I mean…Whitney's a nice girl," Remus crossed his arms. "May I ask what concern it is to you?"

"Pshh, I'm not concerned about anything! I'm just simply wondering why you would make the worst decision in the world," Isabella asked casually. Remus rolled his eyes.

"Look, if Whitney is so interested in me and she's investing lots of energy in me, it's not exactly fair that I don't do the same back. I just want to see where this goes," Remus explained.

"Remus! You're making a big mistake!" Isabella exclaimed.

"Didn't you say what happened between us was a mistake?" Remus asked with a slight head turn. Isabella fell silent. "Thank you for your concern, Isabella. I'm happy to update you with Whitney, but I think I'll make this choice on my own," Remus said with a pat on her shoulder, and walked out of the broom closet.

"GOD YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!" Isabella screamed, knowing full-well Remus had walked out of the closet. She stormed out of the closet and joined the rest of the students for dinner. As usual, she walked in and ignored everyone, though she noticed Regulus looking in her direction. She didn't think too much of it and sat a few seats down from the Marauders, and now, Whitney.

"OHHHMYYGAAWDD REMUS, you're so cute!" Whitney squealed. Isabella as well as the Marauders all rolled their eyes.

"Whitney, can you speak at a later time?" James asked, annoyed.

"James!" Remus chastised.

"Ohmygaawwdd Remus, you're so cute when you're angry!" Sirius mocked Whitney. Remus glared at Sirius while Whitney looked dumbfounded. Isabella couldn't help but find funny, and snickered. Sirius saw her laugh.

"Excuse me, but this conversation is for people who actually matter. So Clarke, stop eavesdropping," Sirius casually dissed.

"Sirius!" Remus chastised, again.

"YEAH! What he said!" Whitney tried to get in on the dissing. Isabella smiled and looked at Whitney.

"Ya know, Whitney- we sleep in the same room. It would be a shame if something happened to you," Isabella strategically held a knife in her hand to scare Whitney, which worked.

"Now, none of that is happening," Remus intervened.

"I think it should," Sirius mumbled. James laughed into his pumpkin juice.

"Ugh, go cut your hair, Black. It looks like a pile of…rotten spaghetti!" Whitney felt proud of her diss.

My god this bitch is so stupid, Isabella thought. I may prank her.

"Whitney, do you even know what your hair looks like?" James asked with feigned interest.

"Ohmygod, what? Awesome, amazing-ness?" Whitney smiled. This was an opportunity for Isabella to strike at Whitney. She quickly covered her plate with pudding, pasta sauce and fish and got up. James saw Isabella coming and decided not to answer Whitney's comment. As quick as can be, Isabella appeared behind Whitney.

"Your hair looks like this," Isabella said, before dousing Whitney's head with the contents of her plate. Sirius and James burst out laughing as Whitney was frozen in place. Remus covered his mouth and also remained frozen in place. Peter started to cry. A minute later, the entire Great Hall heard the shrillest, loudest scream, erupting from Whitney. Isabella took this opportunity to make her way to the doors.

"MISS CLARKE!" Isabella heard McGonagall's voice over the scream. "IN MY OFFICE!"

Ehh, worth it, Isabella smiled to herself.

"Whitney, calm down! Calm down, it's okay!" Remus tried to calm a freaking-out Whitney down.

"OOOHHHMYYGOODDDD I'M GOING TO KILL HER!" Whitney screamed, her hair dripping with the nasty concoction. Remus looked around and realized the whole Great Hall was laughing at Whitney.

"Come, Whitney- let's go back to the Common Room," Remus helped Whitney up.

"R-R-R-Remus, will y-you take m-me back?" Whitney blubbered, her eyes filled with tears.

"You sure you wanna bang that, Remus?" Sirius asked with a laugh. Remus threw an apple at Sirius.

"See you back in our room, then!" James waved to Remus, who was ushering Whitney away. The two reached the common room, and found Isabella sitting inside.

"YOU!" Whitney screamed and tried to lunge at Isabella. Remus held Whitney back.

"God Remus, you're getting your robes dirty. Oh yeah- I don't think red is your colour, Whitney," Isabella casually remarked.

"Isabella. Enough," Remus sternly said.

"I'm leaving anyways. Gotta go see Minerva," Isabella smirked and left. Whitney screamed and ran up to her room. Soon, the rest of the Gryffindor house piled back into the common room, all full and ready to sleep. Sirius and James entered the common room holding pinky fingers. Peter had tried to hold Sirius' pinky finger but he yelled at Peter.

"Remus, you've got sauce all over you. Go clean up you shabby boy," James said with a shake of his head. Remus stared at the boys' joined fingers.

"Why are you…" Remus didn't finish his question.

"Oh, this is exclusive," Sirius said with absolute seriousness. "Now, are you going to go rid yourself of that fishy smell?" Remus sighed and went upstairs to shower. A few minutes later, Isabella walked in the common room, a slight smirk on her face.

"I must say Clarke- despite how much I hate you, you actually did something worthwhile," Sirius snickered.

"Yeah well, I got detention for it," Isabella shrugged.

"HA! Okay, I don't care about you anymore, go away," Sirius looked away.

"Oh, so you cared about me a minute ago?" Isabella teased.

"Clarke, shut up," James said. Isabella looked down at the boys' intertwined pinky fingers. She raised an eyebrow and looked at the boys.

"You two are an ugly couple. But anyway, practice safe sex," Isabella sniggered before going up to her room. James and Sirius scoffed.

"We're not an ugly couple! We're hot. She's just jealous she can't get anyone," James arrogantly said.

"Maybe we should stop holding pinky fingers in public. By all means, in private- hell yes, but not in front of people," Sirius suggested.

"Agreed," James nodded and unhooked his finger.

"UGH YES TOMORROW'S FRIDAY!" Sirius happily clapped.

"Hogsmeade, eh?" James asked with a wink.