A/N Hello again everybody! Or anybody... I have been terrible. But, now it is the Easter holidays and I have decided to try and update again - much more regularly. So I hope you enjoy!
We had decided to go back up to our dormitory to regroup and plan a battle plan. Make a battle plan? Devise a battle plan? Oh, whatever. We had decided to do that, and now we were ready, battle plan planned out (mostly thanks to Rose), battle formation in place. We had decided, that as I was the most vulnerable, owing to my LUMINOUS PINK SPOTS - you are going down, Potter - I was to be positioned in the middle, between Penny and Rose, with Cassie leading and Milly bringing up the rear.
"Alright, does everyone know the plan?" came Rose's voice from beside me. We all murmered our agreement. I did know the plan, sort of. I got the gist of it, just maybe not the finer details.
"Ready?" said Cassie in anticipation.
"Let's go kick some Potter but!" I shouted enthusiastically, and Milly giggled from behind me.
"Forward march!" Called Cassie in a commanding voice, and we all set off down the stairs to the common room, keeping in tight formation. At the bottom, there were a few mutters of "Ow!" From everyone, as we all bumped into each other.
"On three." I said, holding my wand at the ready.
"One."
"Two."
"Three!" The door opened with a bang, successfully silencing the whole common room and causing everyone to oggle, wide eyed at us. Well, one of us in particular. Me.
"Bloody brilliant." I muttered, earning a shocked "Sapphie!" From Rose and a chuckle from Cassie and Milly, before Cassie called out to them.
"Alright, clear off, nothing to see here, go back to whatever you were doing, people." Nobody moved, so Cassie glared around at all of them until they obeyed her. All except for one group by the fire. The marauders, second generation, were openly guffawing at me from the best seats by the fire. Alex Jordan, Fred Weasley II, Sirius Black II, and James Potter II.
I glared at them, and so did Cassie and Milly, causing them to shut up.
"James. Sirius. Potter." I said, quietly and slowly, my voice trembling with rage. He gulped. "Give me that antidote right now, or I will hex you into oblivion!"
"I, er... Evans!" Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. My last name was Evans. A bit strange, really, considering that James' grandmother was called Evans before she married James Potter I. Coincidences, eh?
I glared at him again, and raised my wand. James and Sirius flinched, as they were directly in the line of fire, and Sirius muttered, "I think you'd better give it to her, mate. I for one want to be able to live a few more years without being jinxed to jelly..."
(Sirius Black II was son of Tina Britain and Jason Black, who was son of Sirius Black I and Hestia Jones. Jason Black had gone to Illvermorny, which was why nobody knew about him until his son got the letter from Hogwarts, where he had enthusiastically helped form the marauders, much like his grandfather. Anyway, back to the story...)
James huffed and nodded, withdrawing a small phial of purple liquid from his robe pocket, and handing it to Cassie, who gave it to me. I pulled out the stopper and sniffed the liquid, wrinkling my nose at the smell.
"That is the antidote, right James?" Rose asked, and he nodded, clutching his chest where his heart would be and looking insulted. Rose rolled her eyes before giving me an encouraging nod. I took a deep breath, and, pinching my nose, downed the potion in one. I felt an odd, tingling sensation all over, like when you've been out side on a cold winters day and you get into a hot bath. The tingles gradually faded away until I felt completely normal again. I looked down, praying that it had worked. Yes! It had. The pink spots had completely disappeared. Finally!
"Feel alright now, Saph?" Cassie asked, having turned around to watch.
"Yes, I feel normal now. I'm not pink!" Penny laughed, and then we all turned again to face the marauders, who grinned cheekily up at us.
"If you ever-" I began, but Fred cut me off.
"Don't worry, Sapphie. We have a long list of pranks to play on other people. It will be a while until we play another on you."
"It'd better be."
And with that, I turned, and Cassie and I clambered through the portrait hole, and made our way down to breakfast.