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Monique got out of bed feeling groggy. How she missed her old bed. It was so soft and worn, perfectly bouncy and never uncomfortable. This new mattress was killing her. She got up yawning. Looking around her she saw the Marauders sprawled out over their beds, some had arms and legs hanging off the ends of their beds. James was so tall his toes peeked out from his duvet. Then again it didn't help that he'd pulled it up to his chin. And he only wore one sock which was fraying and had a large hole in it. How sophisticated, Monique thought. She reached behind her neck for her usually long shiny dark hair only to remember that she didn't have long hair anymore. She'd made sure she was alone in the toilet cubicle of the shared shower rooms before she took a few swigs of Professor Slughorn's potion. She was sure no one knew. But the thought was always there niggling at the back of her mind. Then again, it wasn't as if she'd get into trouble. And she would've gone ahead with her plan even if Dumbledore disagreed. She had a feeling Dumbledore knew that. Dumbledore knew lots of things really. But Monique would never want to be as wise as him. Much too much responsibility and hassle. She'd just be her average self. She noticed that Peter was watching suspiciously with one eye open, pretending to be asleep.
"Good morning! I don't think I caught your name last night!" Monique grinned.
"Peter Pettigrew," he said from beneath his duvet. He looked at Monique warily.
"What do you think I'm going to do. Whip out my wand and hex you?" Monique questioned, raising an eyebrow. Peter made a small, terrified squeak before cowering back behind his covers. Weird, Monique thought. She glanced out of the window. The day was grey and dreary. Her grey jeans and silk white shirt combo immediately popped into her head. Then she remembered that she'd be wearing boys jeans, trainers and a tee. How boring. How she longed to wear her heels. Looking down at her hairy man feet she changed her mind. God how do boys cope? How can they resist the urge to wax all that orang-utan-gene away? God! I have Yeti feet! Monique grabbed a towel and took advantage of the empty shower. She spend five minutes in there, not having to shave or mess around with long hair. Then again she wondered how boys didn't shampoo their body hair, there seemed to be so much of it. Still she only looked like a boy; she was still technically a girl. Seeing as she'd score a zero in the trouser-snake department.
Coming out of the shower Monique dressed in some dark jeans, white trainers and a blue top. She was just pulling on her shirt as the other boys woke up.
"Oh, you must be the new guy, I'm James Potter the best Quidditch Captain Hogwarts has ever seen!" James grinned, his hair really messy and a trail of drool snaking it's way all the way up to his forehead (how the hell did it get there!) and then back down to his chin and down his neck.
"Yeah sure, I'm Malcolm, Malcolm Cornwall," Monique grinned. Sirius was already in the shower.
"Hi, I'm Remus Lupin," Remus smiled. he looked a little worn. Like a touch old boot. Monique just nodded.
"That's Peter Pettigrew," Sirius said. Then he and James chorused, "And together we are the MARAUDERS!" YAY! Monique thought sarcastically.
"We are the most popular guys in school," Sirius said.
"And the best pranksters ever!" James grinned.
"Ok, you have a little club, cute," Monique said.
"Well we do have club meetings, that you won't be able to attend unfortunately," Sirius said.
"I'm sure I'd welcome the time not spent with you," Monique said.
"What was that?" Sirius asked.
"I was just saying I'll be going to spend some time in the Great Hall now," Monique smiled brightly. "See you."
"But you don't know the way," James said, climbing out of bed.
"I'm sure someone will show me," Monique said. She then left the room before they could argue any more. Monique hurried down to the Great Hall, making sure no one was following her. Looking over her shoulder she suddenly bumped− no banged− into someone. Books fell down onto the floor, an ink bottle smashed and the only theing the girl still had hold of were her quills.
"I'm sorry," Monique said. "My fault." She bent down to help pick up her books. The girl flicked her wand at the spilt ink and it all repaired itself. Monique handed over her books.
"It's fine really," the girl said. Looking up Monique realized that she was Kiera, a pretty blonde girl in the same year as Monique. Kiera was in the same dorm as Monique but they'd never really talked. Monique and Lily hung out and Kiera hung out with a group of Ravenclaws with her fellow Gryffindor, Sarah. They didn't hate each other and chatted occasionally in corridors but they weren't friends. Monique smiled brightly at her.
"Were you just going to breakfast?" Kiera asked.
"Yeah, you too?" Monique replied.
"Yeah, do you mind if I join you?" Kiera smiled.
"Not at all," Monique grinned. She helped carry Kiera's books and they ate breakfast together, chatting like old friends. Then when the Marauders came into the Great Hall some time later and Monique and Kiera were discussing Transfiguration, they joined the two girls. Sirius immediately began flirting with Kiera even though it was common knowledge that he'd found himself a girl just the day before, a few hours after Monique had kicked him in the balls. She was sitting at the Gryffindor table, staring dreamily at him. This made Monique's blood boil. Why was she just sat there watching as her boyfriend flirted with someone else? Although how anyone could be a boyfriend after barely a day was past Monique. She sure as hell wouldn't ever let a guy treat her like that.
"Anyway, I've got to go. Professor McGonagall said she'd let me do some extra credit to raise my grade in Transfiguration," Kiera sighed getting up. "See you guys, bye Malcolm." She smiled at Monique before walking away, clutching her books. Then she looked back and did a little wave before leaving.
"How did you do that?" Sirius hissed.
"What?" Monique asked, looking up from her soggy cornflakes.
"Get her to like you!" Sirius said.
"She doesn't like me," Monique said, her heart pounding. She could not have a girl like her.
"Yeah, she does, she gave you the smile, then she turned back whilst walking away and waved at you!" Sirius said.
"So that means she likes me!" Monique said, raising an eyebrow. God no wonder guys find girls so hard to figure out. They get it all wrong then blame us! They are so clueless!
"Wait a second, you fancy her?" Monique grinned. This was news, Sirius Black fancied no one. He just went out with everyone.
"No, she's just fit that's all," Sirius replied. Monique would have believed him if it wasn't for the pink blush creeping to his cheeks. Sirius Black didn't blush either, he was so pale he didn't look like he had enough blood. And besides, he was too cool for that.
"No way man! You are blushing," Monique laughed.
"Shut up!" Sirius said, going redder. The Sirius Black who hung out with his friends was so different from the Sirius Black who showed off to everyone else. Monique was beginning to see a new side of him.