CHAPTER 34: Hogsmeade Saturday

What's the point of living, Isabella contemplated, as she lay awake early in the morning. It was too early for her to be awake, and she was slowly getting annoyed.

"Why the fuck do I have to work, and why is always so early stupid work," she grumbled to herself as she forced herself to get out of bed. She knew she had just gotten fired, but she needed to grovel back to her manager. She took a long, hot shower, applied her makeup, and dressed herself in her work outfit. She came outside and looked around the room, her eyes stopping at Lily, peacefully sleeping. Wow, she's hot, Isabella thought and smirked. She threw on her long overcoat and headed out, straight to Hogsmeade.

"WAKE UP SIRIUS!" James threw a pillow at a seemingly sleeping Sirius, who wasn't sleeping. Sirius quickly opened his eyes and looked at James.

"Hey bud," he casually said before rubbing his tired eyes. James narrowed his eyebrows at him.

"You look tired, honey," he commented. "Not sleep last night or something?"

"Ehh, you could say," Sirius got out of bed and grabbed his clothes. Sirius hadn't slept after he woke up from the dream, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. Maybe I should tell James, he thought.

"REMUS, WAKE- oh, you're already awake," James was ready to throw a pillow. Remus didn't even look up.

"You should make a habit of knowing that I wake every day at 7:30, James," he said with no tone. James poked his tongue out at him and threw the pillow at a snoring Peter.

"GUYS, IT'S HOGSMEADE TODAY!" He yelled and jumped. Remus smiled and thought about all the Honeydukes chocolates he was going to buy. Peter wiped the drool from his face.

"Yay Hogsmeade!" He exclaimed. Sirius came out of the shower, dressed and ready to go.

"Ready when you are, boys," he smirked and jumped back on his bed. Remus eyed him up and down before returning back to his book.

"Peter, we're waiting on you, pal," Remus muttered. Peter almost fell out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He came out seconds later, his pants on backwards. Sirius and James just started at him before turning around and walking out of the room. Remus closed his book and walked with them, not turning around. The 4 strutted down to the common room, winking and smirking at all the people who turned to bow at their highnesses.

"Honestly, I think you two should try and be a little more humble," Remus murmured, not wanting others to hear. Sirius spat out laughing.

"HA! Me, humble?! Oh Remus, you're a darling," he turned his nose up and walked towards the portrait.

"Why do I bother?" Remus asked aloud and followed him out.

"Isabella Clarke! You've got quite a nerve showing up here again," her manager squinted at her. Isabella shuffled her feet and feigned an apology.

"I'm very sorry for my actions last time, and I've taken the time to think about it. I would very much appreciate you giving me my job back," she said with no tone. The manager clearly sensed her dispassion.

"Alright Clarke, here's what I'll do for you, because you weren't such a bad screw up. The Hogs Head- they need a bartender, so I'll refer you there. If you get the job, great; if you don't, bad luck," the manager patted her shoulder before walking back to his office. Isabella took a deep breath and gritted her teeth.

Isabella, you're getting a job, she thought. Don't fuck it up. She left the café and trekked to the Hogs Head, sighing at the dingy, small pub.

"Miss Isabella Clarke, yes?" The gruff bar man asked, while cleaning a glass. Isabella faked a smile and nodded.

"Yes sir," she replied. The barman didn't make a face.

"You're up here, darlin," he pointed to the bar, and stepped out of it. "You know the drill," he muttered before disappearing behind the rickety doors. Isabella sighed before entering the bar. Well, this is your life now, Bells, she thought.

"Alright Marauders, what shop shall we plunder through first?" James' triumphant voice led the group.

"James, we're not stealing anything," Remus chastised. James scrunched up his nose at him.

"Remus, you are the most boring-est book-nerd I have ever met. You always take the fun out of everything!" He complained Sirius snickered.

"WELL, I want to drink," Sirius stated.

"I would very much like to go to the bookstore, I can't wait to see-" Remus was cut off.

"I WANT TO SEE EVANS!" James declared.

"I want to eat," Peter meekly voiced his opinion. Remus sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Alright, let's make a plan. We all want to do our own thing, so let's take an hour to do what we each want, and meet back at Honeydukes, alright? He suggested. James beamed at him and messed up his hair.

"Moony always to the rescue. ALRIGHT TEAM, MEET BACK HERE IN 60! READY…GO!" James took off sprinting in the direction Lily allegedly was. Sirius, Remus and Peter stared after him and snickered.

"Okay, see you guys soon then," Remus waved and walked towards the bookstore. Peter waved at Sirius before running towards Honeydukes. Sirius shrugged his shoulders and headed to the nearest bar: the Three Broomsticks. He sauntered towards the entrance and was welcomed by a momentous sound of girls' screaming.

"OHMYGOD IT'S SIRIUS BLACK AHGHHHHH!" The cascade of screams said. Sirius had to close his ears.

Fuck, it's too loud in here, he thought. He winked at the female population in the pub and exited.

"Where to go, what to do," he hummed to himself. He saw a small, grimy pub in the distance. "Well, Hogs Head it is then," he concluded, and walked up. He opened the creaking door and stepped inside the misty, warm, lonely pub- only a few patrons were occupying a table here and there. Isabella had ducked down to retrieve a non-bitten cloth to clean the dusty bar. She heard the bell ring above.

"Just a minute!" She called. She found her cloth, sprung up, and met eyes with her newest customer.

"Sirius?!" She exclaimed. He also raised an eyebrow.

"Damn Clarke, stop fucking following me," he smirked. She looked down at her dirty cloth, her dirty jeans, and her probable messy hair.

"What the HELL are you doing here," she gritted her teeth. He shrugged and looked around.

"I see you've found yourself a new job," he observed. She just blinked and stared at him.

"Sirius, what are you doing here? The Three Broomsticks is where you should be at," she threw her arms out to the side. He shrugged again.

"Too noisy. I like it here," he placed his arms on the table. "A Firewhisky, my darling," he smiled at her. She still stared at him, wide-eyed, but went to retrieve it.

"Sirius…did word spread or something?" She asked, interested. He shook his head.

"Literally, Clarke- I went to the Three Broomsticks, I almost became deaf by my fan club, and so now I'm here," he took a sip of his drink. Isabella raised an eyebrow at him but continued dusting down the bar.

"So you came here with no knowledge that I now work here?" She pressed. He shook his head.

"I don't think about you all the time, Clarke…only sometimes," he winked at her. She rolled her eyes and flipped her ponytail. "So tell me, what are you doing in this dump?" He asked. She snickered and shook her head.

"My manager from the café referred me here- looks like he doesn't want violent waitresses anymore," she imitated her manager.

"Violent? You can't hurt a fly," Sirius snickered into his drink. Isabella gave him a menacing look.

Fucking adorable, he thought.

"You look constipated," he bluntly said. She threw her towel at him.

"You can leave, idiot," she pointed to the door. Sirius started laughing.

"See THIS is what I like from a chick! I don't like the whole 'OHMYGOD IT'S SIRIUS BLACK EHHH' business, I like a chick who's basically a guy, and who's up for some banter!" He smiled. Isabella drew a half-smile, and continued working.

"Well if I'm a guy, I'm definitely the manlier one," she joked back. Sirius smiled and kept drinking his Firewhisky.

"Clarke let's play a prank," he suggested out of the blue. She crossed her eyebrows and looked at him.

"What?"

"Let's play a prank."

"Why?"

"Cause it's fun."

"Last time we agreed to do something like this, you bailed."

"Not really."

"What? Whatever- who would we even prank?"

"Ohhh I don't know- Slytherins, SNIVELLUS, first years, Remus."

"You want to prank Remus?"

"I sure do."

"…Alright I'm in Black. Let's figure this one out."

"Wonderful. Finish up your shift and we'll chat."

"Why don't we just chat here?"

"Because you're distracted."

"BY WHO? There's no one here!"

"Calm your tits, Clarke…that is if you have any."

"GET OUT BLACK!"

"Ahh I'm kidding! No but seriously, hurry the fuck up because I don't like waiting…oh SHIT I have to meet my babes in 15 minutes."

"Aha your babes?"

"Yeah Clarke- my babes…clearly something you don't have."

"Once again Sirius, that joke's old now."

"True…okay I'll be back here at 6."

"I finish at 4."

"I'll be back here at 4."

"Fine, enjoy your babes."

"Watch it, Clarke."

"Seeya!" Isabella waved before Sirius scampered off. So we're pranking Remus together now, she thought and smiled.