Me: Lalalalalalalala~!
VM: What the hell is wrong with you?
Me: Nothing~~! *twirls*
VM: I find that very hard to believe. Anyway, we would like to thank that one person who made a review on this fic.
Me: Uh-huh. I am sooooooooooooo, incredibly happy for that one, single review. Thank you hersheysmusicandtwilight!
VM: OH! And the reason there's a lot of cursing here is because, believe it or not, we're actually like that in real life!
Me: Mmmmmhmmm.
VM: *turns to Marauders* OI! WHICH OF YOU LOT WANTS TO DO THE DISCLAIMER?!
James: Ooh! Me!
Me: Then get on with it!
James: Yeah, yeah. Hani-senpai and Valkyrie Missile does not own my son. Haha, get it?
Everyone: ...
Sirius: ...That was bloody awful, Prongs.
James: Like you did any better!
Sirius: I certainly did!
VM: ACTION~!
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"…What?" Surprisingly, it wasn't just Ed who said this at the wide-eyed, opened-mouthed Hogwarts student population, but alongside her was Aqua and Aly.
When they received no response, they decided to ignore the stares (obviously attracting it with their number 'Accidentally In Love') they were receiving. The trio proceeded to sit down at their usual place in the Gryffindor Table, at the very end, beside the doors.
Professor McGonagall greeted them with a cold air about her, perhaps disapproving of their endless pit of…er, energy. She handed them pieces of parchment—which they presumed were their schedules—stiffly and walked away. ("Gee thanks, Minnie! Feeling the love!")
Ed roared angrily.
"DOUBLE Potions?! DOUBLE History of Magic?! And DOUBLE CARE OF FREAKING MAGICAL CREATURES ON A THURSDAY?!" Ed banged her head on the table repeatedly.
Augh, she really—and I mean really, absolutely, positively—hated those subjects. And she finds out that all of those are rolled into ONE FREAKING DAY?! Really, it's enough to drive a poor girl mad—well, madder.
Being the natural mother figure that she is, Aly pointed a finger at Ed. "Stop that. You'll lose more brain cells that way," she scolded.
Ed continued to lose more brain cells. "I."—thud—"Don't."—thud—"Give."—thud—"A."—thud—"Damn."
Aly just sighed and looked at her own schedule.
It wasn't long before she, herself, joined Ed's activity.
'DOUBLE Arithmancy?!' she thought, 'isn't one session with that God-forsaken subject bad enough?!'
While still engrossed in their suffering, they didn't notice their friend humming happily to herself, despite her friends' demise. Yes, Aqua was quite content with her schedule, quite content indeed. She looked over at Ed and Aly. Well, she couldn't say the same for those two…
She shrugged. They'll get over it.
It was this exact same scene that greeted the Marauders as they took their seats in the Gryffindor table.
"What the hell happened to you lot?" James asked the girls, stealing a seat across from them with Sirius and Remus on either side of him. Peter sat next Remus.
"Well, based on the self-inflicted torture those two have put upon themselves," Aqua replied as she grabbed for a piece of toast. "I would have to say, they don't like their schedules very much."
Ed glanced up at their visitors and muttered, "Very big understatement," then resumed banging her head once more.
Sirius winced as his plate of scrambled eggs gave a sudden jump, causing it to spill all over the table and some on his lap. "Merlin, woman! Would you stop that for a second and let poor, starving souls eat their breakfast in peace?!"
"One freaking word, Black: no."
"Really, Rochford, you have no hope."
"Take a look at yourself in the fucking mirror and say that to me again."
"I would, but I'd be held back by the mirror itself praising my beauty, and I wouldn't want you waiting, now would I?"
"Your failure at sarcasm astounds even the most mindless of creatures, which seems to be you and your friends, Black."
Sirius gritted his teeth. "You would have first hand experience on that, won't you Rochford?"
Ed abruptly stood up and glared at Sirius. "OH YEAH, YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE?!"
Sirius stood as well and, to Ed's great annoyance, towered over her. "THAT'S WHAT I SAID, ROCHFORD! OR ARE YOU JUST BLOODY DEAF?!"
As this banter continued on, James, Remus, Peter, Aqua and Aly (who had stopped hitting her head because of said banter) decided to ignore the two and get on with their breakfast. They had a feeling that this will become very routine. The thought made them all shudder.
"Mister Black and Miss Rochford! Stop this tomfoolery at once!" Professor McGonagall made a guest appearance.
Ed and Sirius snapped their heads at the intruder. "But—"
"No excuses! Now sit down and let the other students have their meal in peace, or I will deduct five points from Gryffindor!"
They grudgingly obeyed.
With that settled, Professor McGonagall handed the Marauders their schedules and left.
Sirius considerably brightened. "Well old chaps," he addressed the Marauders, intent on ignoring Ed, "it seems that Dumbledore fancies us, our schedules are amazingly synchronized!"
James shared Sirius' excitement and grinned alongside his best mate. "Right you are, Padfoot. I knew nobody could resist my manly charms, not even Dumbledore!"
Remus frowned at the two. "I doubt the Headmaster did it for that." He said, but as usual, it was ignored. "Though I am curious as to how this happened. Look here, on Tuesdays, our first class is double Potions. Then after Lunch, we all have double Muggle Studies. Well, uh, except for Peter that is."
It was true, Peter didn't take N.E.W.T.s for Potions. He also took up Divination instead of Muggle Studies, saying he wanted 'an easy O', which Remus couldn't blame Peter for. The boy was as bright as a door knob, not that he's day that out loud.
He was cut from his musings when he heard the loud sound of utensils being dropped. He glanced across, along with the rest of the Marauders, to confirm their suspicions and found that they were right: a goblet of pumpkin juice fell; now the offending liquid was spreading all over the table, and a plate had gone missing, though they had a guess that it was getting acquainted with the floor.
The Marauders' attention strayed from the fallen objects to the people who caused it. Aqua and Ed were staring at them wide-eyed, mouths hanging open, a look of utter disbelief in their eyes, and it appears somebody hit them with the Body-Bind curse.
In short, they looked as though they were told the exact date for their execution.
As though she was snapped from the effects of hypnotism, Aqua shook her head, looked at each of the Marauders and slowly asked, "Did you just say you had double Potions and double Muggle Studies on Tuesdays?"
From her right, Ed's eye began to twitch.
Remus nodded his head uncertainly.
Aqua let out a groan. "We. Are. Fucking. Doomed."
"Have mercy and just throw me to the Whomping Willow!" Ed cried to the heavens. "I'd rather die than spend two motherfucking classes with these block-head Marauders!"
"Ed…? You're not the only one distressed," Aqua said, trying to calm Ed down. "Look, McGonagall could turn up any second…"
"ISN'T IT ENOUGH THAT YOU TOOK MY SISTER FROM ME?! IS THERE EVEN A GOD THERE?!" Ed was hysterically screaming.
"Sister? What's she bloody raving about?" Sirius asked.
"I-uh, nothing," Aly said, giving him a nervous smile, "She's just babbling. You know. Overreacting. They didn't really take her sister--"
"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU BASTARDS!" Ed jumped up, furious. "YOU!" She shook a finger at Sirius. "It's you! You're the reason why this all happened! You and your bloody idiotic ways! I've had enough!"
"And, it's only been the first day of school," muttered Remus. "What a bloody record."
"Me? Oh, so you think YOU'RE the only one fed up!? Well, bloody screw you! You're just some sodding little piece of--"
"—I think I made it clear that you should keep your voices down, Rochford, Black." McGonagall said, a little loudly. "Do I have to take you to the Headmaster?!"
"Er, no, Professor McGonagall, forgive my knuckle-headed companions…" Remus tried.
"Oh, haven't seen him in a while, have I?" asked Ed innocently. "How is the old chap?"
Six pairs of eyes glared at her. Ed raised her palms up. "What?"
"Well, it seems Miss Rochford here is enthusiastic about meeting her Headmaster. Mister Black, I suggest you follow suit. Also you, Miss Crux," said Professor McGonagall. "Now, if you please."
"What?" Aqua barely registered her shock.
"Whatever for, Professor? Look, if it's noise, then most certainly, it's Sirius and Ed--"
"I'm pretty sure the school uniform involves wearing skirts, Miss Crux and Miss Rochford."
Ed only glared at her, to which McGonagall gave back a cold stare. "You would do your best not to do this again, Miss Rochford. For Merlin's sake, it's your last year! You've been doing this since your first year, and Dumbledore may have tolerated it, but I will not have it! And do not disrespect me," she said, as Ed opened her mouth to say something, "You are rebellious and practically one of the only students who dare stand up to me."
Instead of the usual glare Ed would have given, she shocked them all by presenting a wide grin at the Professor. "Minnie, you know me well enough to not be shocked when I say, 'And I'm damn well proud of it.'"
"Language, Miss Rochford." Professor McGonagall said heatedly. She turned her attention to Aqua and Sirius. "The three of you kindly proceed to the Headmaster's office. Now."
Detecting the 'You-Better-Do-As-I-Say-Or-There-Will-Be-Blood' tone, the three teens made a mad dash to the Headmaster's office.
Several seconds passed before James turned to Professor McGonagall and said, "Incidentally, what do you mean she's the only one of the few to go against you? Do we mean nothing to you, Minnie?!"
"DETENTION, MISTER POTTER!"
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Professor Dumbledore was having a nice cup of tea, and reading the Daily Prophet. 'Tut tut,' he thought, 'seems like Tom Riddle's on the move again. The Prophet may not see his moves, but I surely do.' He looked out the window, the sky crystal-clear and the sun out. A good day to start the beginning of the year. Now, if only he didn't face a single problem, it would for sure become a perfect year…
And yet, he spoke too soon, when he heard the knocking on the door. 'Oh dear, we're not having a peaceful start of the year, are we…' Dumbledore sighed a bit. "You may enter."
The door swung open, and in came Ed, Sirius, and Aqua. Dumbledore smiled serenely—oh, the troublemakers, yet again. Not so much Aqua, but for sure Edelwynn and Sirius were on the same level. "What can I do for you, Miss Rochford, Miss Crux and Mister Black?"
"Er, you could just let us go since it's the first day of school--"
Dumbledore held up a hand to stop Ed from speaking. "I think I already know. Disturbance in the Great Hall, courtesy of you three?" He looked them over with his half-moon spectacles. "However, it seems unlikely for you, Miss Crux, seeing as you're not one to—ah," he said, stopping. The three looked at each other uncertainly. "Uniform?"
"Well, sir, you know it's our last year," Ed said. "And seeing as you weren't able to break us since first year, it's about time you tell Minnie to give up."
"A-and, disturbance in the Great Hall happens, does it not? I'm sure Ed and Sirius just got carried away. Not that I would, if you recall." Aqua rightfully earned the glares from Ed and Sirius, and she was sure that Ed was mouthing, 'you sonofabitch, you traitor, you, I'm going to kill you!'
"She started it! Ed did, sir, you know how impolite it would be, screaming down the Great Hall, it would tarnish my great image…"
"Oh, so now it's my fault? You'll blame it all on me so that your asses can be saved? Is that right?"
Dumbledore held up a hand, as Sirius was about to retort. "Enough. Miss Rochford, you can hardly blame anyone else for your wearing of inappropriate uniform, and it certainly is your own choice to cause a riot in the Great Hall, and therefore," he said, meeting Ed's eyes, "none of their accusations shall make weight upon your punishment."
"Well, I didn't yell down the Great Hall," Aqua said, her eyes wide in innocence.
"And I didn't wear inappropriate uniform, sir, why would a man expose himself like that?"
Ed just looked at the two of them. "I did both, so I'm getting twice the punishment? The hell with this. C'mon old chap, it's our last year, you can't be too hard on us now."
"Actually, since it's your last year, it gives me all the more reason to be hard on you because it'll be the world you're facing out there." Dumbledore looked at the three of them, and smiled, triumphant. "But I suppose three days cleaning up the dungeons will be enough to suffice for all your crimes, Miss Rochford, Crux and Mister Black."
"Been through worse," Ed gritted under her teeth. Although she was okay with it, it was still no good to be in detention for the first few days. Just her luck.
"Would you like something more trying, Miss Rochford? The break might have weakened you, as every student tends to laze around during that time," Dumbledore said, with a wink.
"No, sir, thank you very much, we shall go ahead and start our bright, merry day," Ed said, with a hint of sarcasm that couldn't miss.
"Very well then."
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Me: *turns to VM* I believe your OC is the spawn of Satan.
VM: Why, thank you.
Me: Hmmmmmmmm, 'bit short, don't you think?
VM: Well, if you just did what I said and write the whole freaking day...
Me: Meh, I was lazy.
VM: You are hopeless, you know that?
Me: Eh, so I've heard.
VM: I'm sure I said this before but... REVIEW, GODDAMNIT!