Date Posted: 21st August 2010
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Four shadowed figures quietly snickered as they sneaked up the stairs to the Gryffindor Boys' Dorm with only one thought on their minds; those Ravens won't know what hit them.
LilyPOV
I suppose it was to be expected - I should have known the Marauders would prank their Quidditch opponents. Nothing could stop the Marauders' rampage on another house even if some of them seemed to have matured. It was just their natural instinct to terrorise and play pranks every opportunity given. Causing trouble mayhem and bedlam was their forte - they were boys after all, the Marauders to boot. Currently, most of the Ravenclaws were wearing Gryffindor coloured robes with messages on the back, usually saying something like, "Gryffindor Quidditch Rules!" or "Go the Lions!" Not model student behaviour, but least they didn't target a specific person in Ravenclaw but the house as a whole, that's certainly an improvement.
That was what I thought before I saw Geoff Hacksley, the Captain and Goal Keeper of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team walk in. He was covered in red and gold feathers and had the word, 'chicken' across his forehead. I can frankly say he was very pissed off.
"They really did a number on Hacksley didn't they?" asked Alice.
"Yeah, thank god I'm not allergic to feathers, otherwise I would be sneezing up a storm like Hacksley over there," said Mia, for unfortunately, Hacksley was in fact allergic to feathers.
I snorted when Hackley sneezed and got scrambled egg in his face and stuck on his feathers.
"Are my ears decieving me? The Lily Evans just approved of the Marauders' prank? I must have come down with dragon pox. Alice, would you be so kind as to check my temperature for me?" dramatised Euphie with Alice playing along.
"Ha ha, very funny guys," I said dryly, "I wasn't approving, I merely acquiesced. There's a difference you know."
"Regardless, the fact remains that you didn't object," said Alice.
"You my friend, are going soft - especially on James whom, might I remind you, that you haven't kicked in over two months," said Euphie, "That's a record breaker!"
"Whatever," I ignored them in favour of my toast; can't let it go cold.
"Hey, look!" Alice exclaimed.
I turned around to see...to see...Hacksley regurgitating an egg?
"Ew! That is disgusting! He's vomiting eggs!" shrieked Mia.
And as the entire hall could see, Geoff Hacksley was spewing up whole eggs, shell and all, from his mouth. At least it didn't come out like a real chicken.
"They are taking this chicken theme seriously aren't they?" said Alice.
"Do you think he'll be well enough for the game?" Hacksley being sick was probably the only thing keeping him from hexing the Marauders right now.
"Don't worry. As sneaky as the Marauders are, they aren't unfair. They wouldn't do anything that would jeopardise the quality of the game; they're just too Gryffindor. Hacksley will probably be better a good while before the game starts," I said.
I was about to return to the dorms when Severus came over.
"Hey Sev!" I smiled at my bestfriend.
Over the years, both Alice and Euphemia had grown accustommed to Severus being one of my bestfriends. Whilst Alice was a skeptical at first, she eventually accepted it. Euphie, being a pureblood Flint that was suppose to go to Slytherin herself, had no trouble with him at all and just treated him like any other person.
"Here's my part of the potions assignment and here's the book you asked about. There's a whole chapter on the Oculus Potion you were looking for," he informed. From the look on his face, to most people he would seem cold and uncaring, but if you spend enough time with him and get to know him better, you will realise it's all just a front he puts up.
"Sure, I'll combine it with my half of the assignment of which here is a copy of," I said as I handed him a stack of parchment, "By the way, thanks for remembering about the oculus potion; I didn't expect you to. Afterall, I just briefly mentioned it once. Thanks Sev," I beamed.
Severus didn't seem to react, he looked as cold and uncaring as always. But unknown to anyone else, Severus was fully concentrating on controlling his emotions by locking them behind his occlumency shields. If he blushed or showed signs of his crush on Lily, then he will be doomed for. Not only will Lily reject him, but when the Slytherins find out, they will probably bully and taunt her too. This was one of the reasons he trained his occlumency skills so hard. As a Slytherin, control over one's emotions was a vital skill; now would be the perfect opportunity to employ them.
"Your welcome. Now if you'll excuse me, I must head back to my common room." And with that, Severus stalked his way back to the Slytherin Dungeons with his black robes as billowy as ever; he must've practiced ever since he could walk!
"Anyway, see you at the game guys," I addressed Mia and Alice, "I'm going back to my dorm."
I wouldn't usually attend Quidditch games, even now I don't do so without a good book, but both Mia and Alice were on the team, so I might as well attend and give them my support.
"See ya Lils. Bye!"
"Bye!"
Unlike what one would expect, the Marauders were in fact not still in bed, to the immense relief of a certain chocolate addict with what was dubbed 'the little furry problem'. They may have slept in, but at least it was not a Marauder sleep in - massive difference there.
"For once Padfoot, you actually have a brain!" exclaimed Remus in disbelief, looking at the ingenious piece of parchment Sirius presented.
"I must agree; Padfoot, I am seriously shocked," said James, looking at the sheet with equal awe.
"Why thank you," he said proudly, "Now you two can go distribute copies of this to the other Gryffies before my stroke of intelligence goes to waste whilst I go set up the cue."
"Aye, aye Padfoot!" said Remus in a sudden bout of childishness. The adrenaline was getting to him.
"Muwahahahahaha!" cackled James.
The rest of the Marauders looked at him with a WTF look.
"Sorry, muggle thing," he apologised.
"Merlin muggles are weird," said Sirius.
James ignored the comment but noted for future reference not to 'Muwahahaha" in front of ther people.
"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the year!" greeted Tristian Bronson, the Gryffindor Quidditch commentator, "I'm sure we are all very excited to watch Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, arch rivals for the past 4 cups, play it out against each other."
The crowd roared waving their house colours in the form of flags proudly.
"So without for ado, as the saying goes, Let the games begin!"
"Now I want a nice clean game from all of you. No blagging, blatching, blurting, bumphing, cobbing..." Both teams rolled their eyes. She had to go through all ten common fowls every game!
"...and finally, no stooging! Is that clear?"
"Yes Madame Hooch," all the players sighed. (A/N - Madame Hooch was born prior to 1918 and James attended his first year at Hogwarts in the year 1971, so you do the math; I suck at it, but it seems to fit.)
"On your brooms...get set...go!" and all four balls as well as the players shot up in the air.
"An up they go! As expected Potter, the Gryffindor Chaser, is first to get to the Quaffle. Beat that you birds!"
"Tristain!"
"Sorry Professor McGonagall."
"Potter dodges the Bludger send sent by Flackson, he ducks under Stronroff as the Ravenclaw Chaser tries to steal the Quaffle, and with a beautiful reverse pass he manages to get the ball to fellow Chaser, Welcroft."
"She passes it to the final member of the Gryffindor Chasers, Manson. Manson doesn't even care about the Bludger sent her way from Harper, showing her complete trust to the Gryffindor Beaters, and it proves to be a trust well founded as Sewlyn (Alice) (A/N - I don't think they ever tell you what Alice's maiden name was, so just for this story say she's a Sewlyn. The Sewlyns are a pureblood family part of the cannon.), whams it straight back at Harper, with pin-point accuracy as it hits right at the end of his broom, sending the inferior raven spinning."
"Tristain! No derogatory comments!"
"Sorry Professor."
"The seekers of both teams are still surveying the field for the snitches. Nothing exciting there yet."
"Black beats the Bludger away from Potter as Potter shoots foward under Manson who performs a Porskoff Ploy, passing the Quaffle to Potter. What teamwork! Take that bird-brains!"
(Porskoff Ploy - One chaser flies upward, and then throws the Quaffle down to another chaser directly below.)
"Tristain!"
"Sorry Professor."
"All the Chasers assemble whilst the Beaters of both sides battle it out with a rally, slamming the Bludger to and fro with great speed and finesse shown from the Lions unlike the sloppy teamwork of the ravens."
"Tristain!"
"Sorry Professor."
"Don't say sorry if you don't change!"
"Yes Professor."
"You can tell the ravens haven't practiced because they are overpowered by the speed and strength of the two Gryffindor Beaters' skills."
McGonagall gave a warning glare.
"Getting on with it," he said quickly, "the three Gryffindor Chasers have started a Hawkshead Attacking Formation and are ruthlessly forcing the opposing team asside. Potter passes to Manson, Manson passes Welcroft who passes it back to Manson. Meters from the goals the all speed up with perfect timing and synchronisation, surprising the unprepared ravens."
(Hawkshead Attacking Formation - Three chasers fly in triangle shape to force other chasers aside.)
"The Quaffle finally ends up with Potter who bolts up to the goals whilst the other two stopping the other teams chasers from interfering."
"With hair-raising speed Potter charges at the goals and shoots! No wait! It was a trick! He abruptly does a sharp turn only professionals can hope to achieve, he aims for the hoop, on the other side of the Ravenclaw Keeper and Captain, Hacksley. The Keeper has no hope of saving it. Potter shoots! He scores! Ten points to Gryffindor! Our beautiful Keeper, Ms. Flint hasn't even broken a sweat yet! Take that Hacksley! The Cup's ours again! You Ravenclaws should go back to your books!"
"Tristain!"
"Sorry Professor."
Halfway through the crowd's cheering, a firework shot up, exploding in a brilliant flash of red and gold before spelling out the words, "Brought to you by the Marauders. Written by Padfoot."
That was the signal. All the Gryffindors and some of the other houses who learnt of this fiasco and weren't cheering for Ravenclaw or wanted to make fun of them started chanting.
Down! Down! With Ravenclaw!
They are going in the bin,
'Cause Gryffindor will always win!
We'll shout it to the East,
Then shout it to the West;
We the Lions are the best!
When those nerdy Ravens lose,
They will be all black and blue,
'Cause to the cup they say, 'Adieu!'
You the Ravens aren't close knit.
In front of books you'd rather sit,
Thus this is why you play like ****
"MR. BLACK!"
All in a good days work. No harm done - really.
(A/N - No offence to anyone who likes Ravenclaw. It's just for the fic.)
"Yay!" cheered the Gryffindors who were celebrating their landslide win against Ravenclaw.
"And I now now present to you, the Gryffindor Qudditch Team!" announced Tristain.
"Wooohooo!" screamed the Gryffindors as the Quidditch Team entered the Common room.
"Bring out the beerbutters!"
And so, everyone partied in the Gryffindor Common Room as the Ravenclaws were sulking in their own.
Like the prank in the Great Hall earlier this year, once again an assortment of Muggle hits were played as a neon ball of lights lit the dim room. Muggle music was quickly being a favourite. Even Malfoy and his gang of pureblood idealists were caught humming the occasional muggle tune.
With the help of magic, various members of Gryffindor set up the room for the party. Two long tables were on either side of the room, covered with platters of scrumptious party food.
In a corner of the room was a table of drinks, with punch, milkshakes, soft drinks etc. During the many years of Hogwarts, some muggleborns (along with some discreet poking from James) insisted on bringing some muggle food and drinks for them to try. This led to the whole house being pizza, soft drink and milkshake addicts along with other muggle foods that weren't available in the Wizarding World.
Of course the party didn't involve alcohol; alcohol wasn't permitted in school.
This is of course why nearly everyone was off their face at about 12 midnight.
"Sirius! You spiked the punch again didn't you?" berated Remus as he tried to get past a delusional 6th year who seems to have mistaken a post for a hot girl - either that or it was a flavoured pole.
"Ngo! Ov gause nod!" he slurred, as he stumbled and smiled drunkly.
"Not only did you spike the punch but your drunk again aren't you?"
"I suwear ta dwunk ei'm nod Godd!" he said, right before tripping over thin air and landing on his face.
"Yeah Pads, real convincing. Now," Remus said, supporting Sirius up off the floor, "lets get you back to the dorm before you-"
Blurgh!
"Sirius! You sicked on me!" looking down on his robes in disgust, "Great! This is the payment I get for being a good friend: getting covered in vomit and probably smelling like it for the next couple of days too. Just great!"
"Wow Remus, you look sick!" teased Euphie, laughing at her own pun.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny," he said dryly, "In case you haven't realised Mia, I'm not exactly in the mood for it."
"Well, maybe that was a bit far," she looked apologetically. Anyone who just got sicked on for being a good friend does not deserve to be teased.
"You think?" he raised an eyebrow, completely unamused.
"Sorry. Here, let me help you with that," she said, raising her wand she cast a scourgify on him, ridding his sodden robes of the vomit.
"Thanks, I'm still so gonna take a shower though. Spells might make you clean, but only water and soap can make you feel clean," he said.
"Mobilicorpus!" he cast. He didn't want to come into close contact with Sirius until they were sure he wouldn't throw up again, "I should get an Order of Merlin First Class for sticking with these idiots with all the trouble they put me through," he jokingly sighed. Sure, he loved his friends and would die for them without a second thought, but you had to admit, being the sensible one in the group of the Marauders was not an easy job. Being vomited on by Sirius was proof enough.
And luckily he did use magic to lift Sirius, as once again, he vomited; this time, all over the floor.
"I'll clean that up, you get him to the bathroom or something," she said, her face screwed with a tinge of disgust. Let's admit it, not matter how many Dove Evolutions you did on it, vomit isn't exactly ever going to win a beauty contest. (If you don't get the Dove Evolution thing, don't worry about it. It might just be an Australian thing. It's basically just a process of lots of make-up and, photoshopping)
"'K. Thanks, Mia."
Remus levitated Sirius up the stairs, accidentally hitting his head on the banister a few times. Oh well, it wasn't like there were any brain cells left to kill of anyway - no harm done.
"Mac end Bill bent pup de drill ta sketch uh fail ob order~ klown game town ant poked 'is down~ en gill cahm dombelig affer!"
Remus listened to this bemusedly and some what worried for the mentality of one of his bestfriends. What on Earth went on in that empty skull of his?
"Zo bihg wround en suquishii~!"
That sure answers his question.
Remus quickly got him in the bathroom just as Sirius was about to vomit again. The things friends do for each other - this is going to be one loooong night.
LilyPOV
Practically everyone was plastered. A couple of years ago, I would have been trying to report their disorderly behaviour to the teacher and their blatant breach of school protocols, but now, in my fifth year, I just didn't care; got used to it.
I haven't been to a single party in Gryffindor where alcohol wasn't involved. It was more or less it was integrated into Gryffindor practice; all the drunk people would get drunk, and all the people still sober would clean up the mess to provide cover from the teachers. Some of us have to be responsible.
I watched the inebriated drunkards continue to get sloshed - I hope Madame Pomfrey has a readily prepared supply of hangover potions. We're gonna need cauldron-loads! Then again, they should learn their lesson - even if they have yet to do so after all their years of Hogwarts.
"'ey Lily," slurred a James as he stumbled towards me in he's drunken stupor.
"James, you're drunk," I said worriedly, trying to get him to sit down before he tripped.
"Eim zot druhnk," he slurred, right before he tripped over the edge of a carpet.
"I'll believe that once you start talking straight," I sighed, helping him up and setting him down on an unoccupied couch. Nearly half the Gryffindor population were passed our on the floor, in broom closets or other private places with their girlfriend or boyfriend; alcohol did that to people.
He plopped down onto the couch and took another swig of firewhiskey from the bottle in his hand.
"Give me that. You can't drink anymore. You're drunk enough already," I said, trying to pry the bottle from his hand with a bit of a struggle.
"Yor pwetty."
"Thanks James, but drunks think everyone is pretty," I humoured him
"Noh! Yor weally pwetty! Yor ayes ar pwetty! Yor he'ar is pwetty too!"
I felt silly for blushing at his compliments even though I knew he was drunk, but did so anyway.
"Yor ayes ar lyk spwarkli emma'ralld jules. En yor lohng fierii wed he'air ish sho sheiny an seelky wif a fwresh sutawberi sent. I hav a bottol ov yor shampu jus so ei kan smellit."
I'm pretty sure he didn't mean to tell my about the shampoo. Frankly, a guy having a bottle of strawberry scented shampoo to sniff from time to time was quite stalkeristic.
"Bud I lyke yor persunaliti ze bhest! Yor nise, cairing en kinde tu evrywun, evan Malfo an tat slymi shnayke! Yor altistick an selfluss, onli efar carin' aboud oters. Nod tu mehnshion smarrt en yu ollways twy yur besht kno mater de obshtical! Dats wai ai luv yuu," James said fervently with a goofy smile.
It might have sounded really corny like someone just copied it off the internet, but to me, it really sweet. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. I never knew that's what James thought of me. I always thought he only bothered chasing me because he saw me as a challenge, as I was one of the few girls at Hogwarts ever to turn down a date with him. Not ev-
My eyes widened as I felt James' soft lips on mine. I could taste the burning tang of alcohol on his lips. It wasn't wet or slimy like I always thought kisses would be like, but warm and soothing. He wasn't harsh or demanding, just gentle and sweet.
James fell back to the couch, unconcious and probably with no recollection what had just occured. The only evidence of what just happened had occured, was the goofy smile on his face and my fingertips pressed against my lips.
That was my first kiss. My first kiss got stolen by James Potter.
Here's some interesting stuff I thought you might be...interested in. I dug it up on Harry Potter Wikia from the Quidditch article.
All seven-hundred fouls were committed during the final of the 1473 Quidditch World Cup. Some of these included:
- Transfiguring of a chaser into a polecat.
- Attempted decapitation of a keeper with a broadsword.
- The release of one-hundred blood-sucking vampire bats from under the Transylvanian Captain's robes during the game.
Let's hope it's more regulated nowadays.
Yay! Lily got her first kiss with James! Wonder how she feels about him now?
So, how was the game? I've never written a Quidditch game before so it probably still needs a lot of work. To any Ravenclaw lovers I make my message clear:
I do NOT hate Ravenclaws. It is for the match only. Ravenclaw is my second favourite house after Slytherin. So please don't flame me for derogating Ravenclaw in this fic. It's just for the game.
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