A Twin in Mine Shadow
Chapter 4 -Musings and Reflections
"According to the inventor of this spell, Valerie Bootes, 'Clandestinia' is another form of the veritaserum potion, except it is a quick and safe incantation that guarantees less harmful side effects. Many famous celebrity witches, such as Madame Celia Matchcomb, have described the 'Clandestine Charm' as the most recommendable truth spell in the book. So if any of you witches out there wish to see how reliable your partner is, all it takes is a flick and 'Clandestinia.' After all, what they don't know cant hurt them."y because they had been ditched by the guys in Hogsmeade, and had therefore returned to the Slytherin common room to spend the rest of the boring afternoon together.
(A/N: "Not in a gay way, guys!")
"No. I've got more issues of 'Witch Weekly,' 'Witch Talk' and 'Teen Witch' magazine, if you feel the need to read more about becoming a bimbo," Narcissa replied sarcastically.
"Yay, more hairstyles and makeup. I just can't wait to learn how to put my hair in ringlets," Lizzie added with fake enthusiasm. She was just about to grab a few magazines and chuck them at Cissa when the dormitory door burst open really loud and the wildest giggling entered the room.
At once, Cynthia Serpens, the only mudblood in Slytherin (A/N: If a girl like Lizzie's in Gryffindor, then I'm sure that a cunning mudblood can be in Slytherin!)
At once, Cynthia Serpens, the only mudblood in Slytherin (A/N: If a girl like Lizzie's in Gryffindor, then I'm sure that a cunning mudblood can be in Slytherin!) drew open the curtains around Narcissa's bed to share her latest piece of gossip.
"Girls, you will never guess what we saw at the Hogshead today!" But before allowing either of the two to speak, she 'oh-so-elegantly' cut them off.
"Well, the Quidditch match was on the huge magical screen, and obviously the whole Ravenclaw and Gryffindor jocks were watching…"
(A/N: just to tell you that words in speech marks ("W") are being said, and the sentences in 'W ' (Italic) are Lizzie's thoughts!)
Lizzie's yawn went unheard as she was drowned out by Cynthia's annoyingly girlish voice.
'If go now and let Sirius prank me, maybe then I'll have no need to fear anything when he tutors me,' Lizzie thought to herself absentmindedly.
"… And we soon, like, found out that they had a secret bet on the who won the match…"
'Or maybe I'll go prank him one big one so he gets too scared of me to try anything.'
"…And when Turkey won, James Potter, Jonathan Davies, Remus Lupin and Nicholas Chang all lost the bet, and you will, like, never guess what they have to do…"
'Yeah, I could scare him. Maybe I'll push him in the girls' loos and show him where the tampons are kept…'
"Well, apparently Diana Nebula (you know that Hufflepuff slut) heard Sirius Black saying that the guys who lost had to change their styles tomorrow…"
'Or show him all the used pads in the disposable bins!'
"…Because they have to dress up like GIRLS for the whole of tomorrow!"
'Or maybe throw some pads in his…' "WHAT!" Lizzie shouted as she took in Cynthia's words.
But all the other girls, Narcissa included, were too busy choking on their laughter to notice her question. In a matter of seconds, Lizzie found herself clutching her stomach so hard, from picturing her brother in high heels and a handbag. He would probably overdo the girl thing; there was no doubt about that.
Once the laughter had died out (though not completely, for the mental pictures were too teasing to forget), Lizzie got up to leave to her own common room. She was planning on complaining to her mother in a long letter as to why James had received more pocket money than she had for the month. Of course, she was not to utter a word about James' latest bet, for the reaction of her mother would certainly prevent James from taking part in his role.
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Just as Lizzie had tied the letter to her owl and sent if off, she heard a faint knock on the door of her dorm. Seeing as she was the only girl in her dormitory, she trotted over to the door to see who it was, a bit taken aback when she found her brother blushing in the doorway.
"Oh, it's you. What do you want?"
It did not surprise her that James had made his way up the stairs without sliding back down. She knew for a fact that he had long before discovered how to tap the right pattern on the stairwell before ascending.
"You couldn't happen to lend me an outfit, could you?" James asked her shyly, all the while fixing his eyes on his sneakers.
"Awwww, has Jamesie Poo finally decided to come out of the closet?" Lizzie cooed in a girlish voice.
"Shut up Lizzie. So, are you gonna lend me some clothes or not?" James uttered slightly irritated.
"I dunno, what about my clothes being too big for you because I eat a lot? After all, wasn't that what Sirius was saying when you reminded him of my fat ass two days ago?" Lizzie boasted again, deeply enjoying the way James was shifting uncomfortably in the doorway.
"Look, if you want me to say I'm sorry then fine. But are you gonna lend me some clothes or not?" James shouted furiously.
"Don't shout James, it's not graceful enough for a lady," Sirius bellowed from under the stairs. He then raised his eyebrows and gave a girlie wave, which sent Lizzie roaring with laughter again.
She stepped back hesitantly, finally letting James into her dorm.
'Not that what he's seeing is new to him. I'm sure he's had his fair use of the beds and couches at one point.'
She then walked over to her cupboard and eyed the clothes in her wardrobe.
So, do you want to look 'Goth' or 'Punk' tomorrow? Coz those are the only themes you'll get in my wardrobe," Lizzie stated as she showed him a few fishnet tops and frilly black skirts.
"Surely that's not all you have in there," James said as he walked over and pulled out a few outfits. He found a very tight white shirt and a short black skirt at the far end of the rack. Lizzie eyed the clothes with distaste. She had long grown out of them. But if James was too keen to wear them then he could help himself.
"Mind if I take these," he asked smirking, as he held the clothing up against himself and eyed his reflection in the mirror.
'So much for slut wannabe.'
"You can keep them, it's not like I'm gonna wear those," Lizzie replied.
Though Lizzie did not know this, James was about to say 'thank you,' but the sudden bursting of the door startled him from his words. Panting and surprised, Sirius regained his composure and managed to bring back a grin to his face.
"You're not allowed in here, so get out Black," Lizzie hissed at him with disgust. She never took her gaze away from his eyes, which surprisingly made him grin even wider.
"You're right. Boys are not allowed, which is why the rules don't apply for James," he uttered coyishly.
"Hey!" James bellowed defensively, though it was not hard to see he was hiding a smirk.
Lizzie looked away from Sirius to her brother, then suddenly trotted forward. She grabbed James' shirt and dragged him over to the door, making sure to grab Sirius the same way. Since the door was still ajar, she threw James out but before she could touch Sirius he grabbed her hand from behind him.
Both James and Lizzie were surprised at this, but James was the first one to acknowledge what he had to do.
"I think I'll leave you two alone," James grinned as he turned to head down the stairs. Just before he had turned around, he had noticed Lizzie's threatening look to dare him to escape. But James was not so bothered about leaving his friend and sister alone. He knew Sirius better than the back of his wand, and also knew that he wouldn't dare harm Lizzie under the threat of how James would kill him.
Back inside the dormitory, Sirius outstretched his foot and kicked the door shut. He then forced Lizzie towards it, so that she was now placed in between him and the mahogany door.
"You know, it's not very polite for a lady to throw boys out of the door. I would have thought, seeing as you're richer than most girls, that you would have been brought up with the proper etiquette. But it seems you lack the certain qualities needed for pureblood ladies. "
"What do you know of the name of pureblood, you traitor," Lizzie spat at him in an attempt to break free. But Sirius' grip was too tight to grant her wish.
"You're right again, Lizzie. So tell me, is this your way of flirting with me? Cause if it is, you're certainly not doing a good job of achieving your aims of which you so kindly put into your many letters," Sirius smiled as he replied.
Lizzie was outraged! She was angry enough that she seemed defenceless in front of a despised enemy, and was even angrier that he still believed she fancied him.
"I never wrote you any letters, you bastard," the girl spat again with all her might.
"In denial, are we Lizzie? You certainly made it quite clear what your intentions were. But why waste your breath any longer, after all, loving me is nothing to be ashamed of."
'In love with him indeed! If her dares touch me in any place other than my hands, I swear he'll-'
But Lizzie was cut off from further thoughts by his dark eyes descending upon hers. Before she knew it, Sirius was leaning in to kiss her, while she was hopelessly forced into the hard door. His face was so close, she could see the many skin pores on his face, and the jagged edges under his cheeks which he had forgotten to shave. He smelled of food, but the faint odour of his masculine deodorant still lingered on him. Lizzie was so confused and thoughtless that she found herself absorbed in the mood he was creating. She was suddenly leaning in to him, until a distant voice in her head awoke her.
'It's Sirius Black here! What the hell do you think you're doing?'
A painful 'Owe' was emitted from Sirius before he got the chance to kiss her. At once, he let go of her and crouched down to grip his thighs as the pain circulated around his body. Lizzie had successfully kneed him in the crutch, and was attempting to send a slap his way when the dormitory door burst open again.
"Mr Black, what on earth do you think you're doing in the girls' dormitories! Get out now!" Professor McGonnagall shouted furiously, as she grabbed him by the neck of his robes and forced him towards the door, oblivious to the pain written across his face from what Lizzie had done.
"We were just talking about the tutoring sessions, Professor," Sirius returned defensively as he dug his feet in the carpet and made her stop.
"You still have no right to be in this dorm! If I ever find you in here again then you will be in serious trouble," McGonnagall breathed in dismay.
"As for you Miss Potter, I will inform you of those sessions tomorrow. If you're not out of here in two minutes Mr Black, I will gave you a weeks worth of detentions." These being her last words, she stormed out of the dormitory, leaving Sirius to say goodbye to a flustered Lizzie. He did not advance towards her again, but merely locked his gaze on her and uttered:
"Looks like I'll have to finish this the next time we meet. See you in the tutoring sessions, Lizzie." With a sly smirk and an elegant turn of his head, he disappeared behind the door and down the stairs, leaving Lizzie distressed and shocked. She looked about her dorm helplessly, then sighed as she tried to figure a way to deal with this. And in only a matter of seconds, the answer hit her head like a bolt of lightening:
'A nice, warm bath.'
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Another weird chapter, hope you liked it too. As always, a great big thanks to my reviewers, I know I could not have done it without the encouragement of you guys. A special thanks to Electra Black, Jenna, Messed-up Madness, Sweet Sixteen Movie Buff, The Beautiful Let Down and sugarNspikes. You guys rock!
In the next chapter, there will be a special appearance by James, or should I say 'Jemima,' the drag name he insists on being called. And of course, it would not be a proper chapter without the encounters of Lizzie Potter and Sirius Black. As always, feel welcome to share your views.
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