Mexican Indians
And the angels sing: hallelujah, hallelujah, and hallelujah! The last shelf, thank God! Sirius had to take some medicine for his rhinitis but it's worth it! Freedom smells just fine.
XXX
Things we'll do after we finish this:
1 – Hug
2 – Scream a lot
3 – Laugh
4 – Wipe tears of emotion.
5 – Kick this closet's door.
6 – Dance with that broom
7 – Give up this stupid idea of dancing with the broom
8 – Run to St. Mungus before Sirius has respiratory arrest
9 – Laugh more
10 – Play quidditch
XXX
We opened the closet's door and stared at the emptiness of the fifth shelf. Now I'm sure we'll find some mutant cockroaches.
I put my hand inside that, and found another box. Sirius and I stared at each other.
"What's in there?" Sirius asked before sneezing (I told he was sick)
"Well, I hope there are some medicine, mate."
He grinned and opened the box.
"COSTUMES? ATCHAAM!"
Yes, Sirius. Costumes Atcham. I pulled an Indian hat form there and smiles.
"Let's dress up!"
I dressed the hat, the yellow clothes, the slippers and some red paint that were there. Sirius was taking out a sombrero and the rest of a Mexican costume.
"You'll put on this mustache?"
Sirius pulled out his head from the box, and I realized he wasn't going to wear it. He was already wearing it. With a crazy voice, he started singing:
"La cuca racha, Macarena!"
"Hun?"
"Cucaracha, Macarena, nachos, mujer, bajo...I'm singing in Spanish, mate!"
Sirius idea of singing in Spanish is saying all the words of Spanish he knows with a tune. Great.
Jump in circles is awesome, but tapping your mouth while you do that… WOW! Dressed as an Indian makes things go naturally.
"Jimmy, Sirius, I…What is that?"
I stopped suddenly, and Sirius stopped singing and combing his mustache.
"I was coming to tell you t finish this quickly, because we called some friends over… Sirius, you have rhinitis, why are you with this mustache?"
"Oh, Mrs. Potter, I've always wanted a big mustache…ATCHIM! Ok, I'll take this off."
She rolled her eyes and we started to take the costumes off.
"Who's coming?"
Half an hour later we were waiting by the door, all dressed up (my mother is so boring! I was almost having fun!) As my father opened it.
"MARTY, STUPID!"
Wow, dad, I can feel the love here. When Sirius and I stretched our necks to see better, my jaw fell down. Marty looked younger, holding hands with Katerina. She was beautiful. Behind them were Ted, Lewis and Lisa. Few minutes later the Mckinnons arrived, along with Marlene.
"Mrs. Potter told me you were cleaning things up."
"Cleaning? Getting ill, that's right." Sirius muttered, sneezing again. Oh, boy, he's gonna need a doctor. I FORGOT!
Marlene and Sirius gazed confused at me as we ran upstairs. I almost tripped on the box with the broom in it (yes, even that thing's corpse is trying to kill me). And hugged Sirius.
"James, please stop it." He said as I screamed:
"FINISHED!"
Marlene's staring at me like I was crazy. Releasing Sirius, I ran towards the closet.
"TAKE THIS!" I kicked the right door. "AND THIS!" And kicked the other.
XXX
Conclusions I've reached after this cleaning:
1 – When I have a house, there will be no closets.
2 – My mother can be really mean when she wants.
3 – After writing anything, I have to burn it
4 – I'm reading that book about girls.
5 – My Uncle Hugo was mad
6 – Never again I'll put my hands in anything without being sure the thing won't fight back
7 – Tango hurts.
8 – I'll never let Sirius pick something that hasn't been tested
9 – The next time Sirius try to jump of the window, I won't help him
10 – Monday mornings are sacred
11 – Wizarding news are bizarre
12 – I'll never try to make my eyes shine
13 – The day I consider suicide, I'll search for Lily Evans
14 – Or maybe after I read that book
15 – And die, but for the sake of science.
16 – I need a map of Alaska
17 – I'll never use a sled on the Caribbean
18 – Shoes with springs are stupid
19 – Old letters are sacred. They shall never be touched again
20 – I'll never let Sirius get near dust again.
XXX
The rest of the night was pretty fun (ok, kicking the closet helped a lot) and the rest of the week was nice, until Monday morning.
We were there, doing nothing, following the rules. Suddenly, my mum calls again:
"Jimmy!"
Oh, for Merlin's underwear.
"What, mum?"
"I have a wall for you to paint."
MONDAY MORNING? NO WAY.
