Disclaimer: Dn't own HP
A/N Afta ma reviews tellin me 2 update I have. Soz itz not very long but give me a lil more tym n I shud b rytin a longa 1 4 ya soon. By da way I haven't planned dis I'm just makin it up as I go along. I have a vague idea of what's gonna happen and I would welcome any plot ideas from you. thnx -x-
Saturday morning rolled around soon enough. Monique was up, showered, dressed and eating a bowl of cornflakes heavily topped with sugar.
"Should you really put that much sugar on cornflakes?" Kiera asked who was sat next to Monique.
"Well I don't want them to be un-sweet," Monique replied.
"Why don't you get the frosted ones then?" Kiera asked.
"Because, they're too sweet," Monique said. Kiera laughed. Her laugh was like a tinkling bell and Sirius stared out of the corner of his eye. Not listening to a word the overly made up bleached blonde Ravenclaw was twittering on about.
"Siri-poo!" she pouted. James choked on his blueberry pancake and gulped down some pumpkin juice only to have it spew out of his nose as he heard the girl simper, "Yes my Siri-Poo baby woo!" That earned James a kick on the shin.
"What?" James protested loudly. Monique and Kiera turned to see what was going on. Sirius had to avert his eyes.
"Siri-poo! You never listen to me!" the bimbo lisped, flouncing off. James burst into laughter.
"Can you shut up?" Sirius growled.
"Siri-poo we never talk anymore!" James laughed in a high-pitched lisp. "Siri-poo! Siri-poo baby wooooo!" Sirius rolled his eyes.
"James, leave the man alone. We've all been there. Too clingy, too many nicknames," Monique said.
"Well James hasn't," Sirius grinned. James gave him a warning look. "He's never had a strict girlfriend, just lots of dates."
"I'm saving myself," James said.
"For the unobtainable," Sirius added. Now it was Sirius's turn to be kicked in the shin.
"Well boys we'd better go. There are Quidditch try-outs to be held!" James announced in a deep voice. He strode out of the Great hall, Sirius doing his 'cool' walk behind him. He winked to the girls of Gryffindor before he left the Great Hall.
"Siri-poo! Wait! Siri-poo baby!" the bleached blonde clattered after him in her enormous impossible-to-walk-in shoes. She tripped and fell into the laps of a few Hufflepuff first years who all waggled their eyebrows at her. She squeaked and hurriedly got up, attempting to run again, whilst holding her too-short skirt down so it wouldn't ride up her hips.
"Well I'd better go too," Monique got up, feeling butterflies-no elephants stampeding in her stomach, whilst it tried to imitate a washing machine.
"See you later soon-to-be-Gryffindor-Beater!" Kiera smiled.
"Don't, I might not make the team," Monique said. But I bloody well had do or several first years will be in my firing line of whatever comes to hand.
"See you then," Kiera grinned. Monique forced a smile and went to her dorm to get her broom. Her dad made it himself. It was fast and sleek. It had her name engraved onto the handlebar. Oh crap! It's got Monique engraved on it! Noooo! What was she going to do? I'll just cover it up with a spell. Monique pulled a large book of spells out from beneath her bed and began flicking through it agitatedly. What? There aren't any spells for hiding names engraved on broomsticks. What the hell is wrong with this world! She slammed the book closed and kicked it under her bed. Ow! Damn you book! Damn you! She then raced out of the dorm and to the Quidditch pitch muttering, "Crappy spellbooks."
"Now the Gryffindor team needs to be the best! We have to win! We must win at all costs! Remember that I am your captain, you leader! You must all bow down to me!" James proclaimed.
"Shut up and get on with it!" Monique snapped. She was about to add, "You're no great leader just a sexist git!" But decided against it.
"A little agitated I see!" James's eyes twinkled.
"A little less of the speeches and more Quidditch please," Monique fake smiled. Before I shove this broomstick so far up your arse you'll never get it out again!
"Ok Beaters over there, Chasers in that corner…" James finally started taking order. Monique went over to where he was pointing and noticed that her competitors were two other third years. They looked scared out of their wits.
"Ok youngest first for the Beaters," James called.
"Whatever happened to age before beauty?" Monique muttered. "Although I must say in this case it would be the age and beauty before the dim-witted kiddies." First they had to hit a normal bludger shaped ball back and forth with Sirius (think tennis on broomsticks). The third year did let it drop to the ground many times. Then the second went on and was terrible. Monique's stomach was turning. But when it came to be her turn she delivered. She hadn't been practicing all summer for northing. She even hit the ball so far that Sirius couldn't hit it back. And that's girl power for you Mr Girls-aren't-as-good-as-boys-I'm-a-sexist-git. She then returned to the ground to sit on the stands and watch everyone else try out. There was a crowd of girls down below cheering for Sirius and James. They'd made them up themselves. Monique grinned to herself and went down to them.
"Hey girls, here's a cheer," she grinned.
"Really?" a girl who had Sirius' face printed on her t-shirt.
"Yes, repeat after me in a cheer," Monique said. The girls nodded. "Sirius! Sirius! He is fit!"
"Sirius! Sirius! He is fit!" the girls sang happily.
"We'll gladly let him feel our tits," Monique said.
"We'll gladly let him feel our tits!" the girls repeated stupidly. Monique ran up to the Quidditch stands to be out of their way for when they realized what they'd said. Laughing to herself Monique wondered if she'd get on the team. And what she'd do to James if she didn't.