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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 2, 2012 2:36:39 GMT -5
Friday 10th September, 1976 Sunny weather was a rarity for Hogwarts. The country had not experienced a particularly pleasant summer and autumn seemed to promise a particularly brutal winter. Today was no exception as Sirius rose to pouring rain and bitter cold.
It was much harder to force oneself to rise to such gloomy circumstance. They'd barely been back at Hogwarts a week and Sirius was already up for ditching their schedule. The usual pattern for weekends tended to be Remus waking extra early for study and James for practice, whilst Sirius would follow late morning when the three would meet for breakfast. Peter would not emerge until sometime after noon, oblivious to this routine, and the four would then commence with organised chaos then. Breakfast always came first.
Sirius dragged himself out of bed reluctantly. The previous night had been a particularly late one pursuing a fifth year Ravenclaw girl in the library. It was one of few circumstances which would lead to Sirius being caught in such a place. He had actually gone to the trouble of completing his homework purely for an excuse for conversation after spotting her in the corridor. Sirius could not say if the effort was worth it in the end, but he knew he wouldn’t be bothering again anytime soon.
After a quick wash and throwing on some fresh clothes, Sirius headed down the stairs to the Common Room. Another irritating side affect of dismal weather was the vastly crowded living spaces and corridors. As Sirius began his decent to the Great Hall, he found it was highly necessary to brutally clear a path of lost, confused first years loitering the halls or jumping on and off staircases and giggling as they shifted beneath them. What should have been short journey dragged excessively because of this.
When he finally did make it he quickly grabbed a seat and cleared the surrounding first years who hadn’t quite grasped the age order of the table. Sirius didn’t mind specifically where he sat as long as it was in vicinity to one of the larger trays of bacon.
As he sat buttering toast and waiting on his close friends, he noticed several girls at the Hufflepuff table watching him, whispering and giggling. For Sirius, this was a regular occurrence. He had learned that girls like this came from all houses and tended to travel in packs, many of which had taken to following him around the school on occasion. The marauder’s map was an excellent resource for escaping them in such circumstance. Although he had no desire to encourage this behaviour, it could be entertaining to play with them every once and a while. This morning he treated them to a wink and a grin, which unsurprisingly lead to high pitch squealing and blushing and earned them a multitude of disapproving stares around the breakfast hall.
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Post by Lily Evans on Sept 2, 2012 9:14:23 GMT -5
The rain had been streaking down the windows of the Library for well over an hour now, and Lily was starting to get sick of it. Admittedly she was glad there had been no rumblings of thunder so far, but the sheer size of the Hogwarts Library meant it was one of the coldest rooms in the castle, and weather like this certainly didn't make it any more inviting. Not to mention the steady patter of drops on the glass was getting louder, to the point where it was getting difficult to hear herself think. With a sigh, the redhead shut the large History of Magic textbook she had open on the desk in front of her and with a wave of her wand sent it bobbing back to it's place on the shelf to her left. Taking a glance around, she noticed it was obviously still too early in the schoolyear for most to be taking homework assignments too seriously, despite the fact that everyone in her yeargroup had NEWTs to prepare for. Still, she thought to herself, she wouldn't have to face up to the regret when she didn't get the grades she wanted because she hadn't put the effort it. That had never been an issue for her.
Screwing the top of her ink bottle on, Lily took a quick glance at her watch. No doubt everyone would be up and about for breakfast now. She hated sitting down there alone in the early hours; there was always the chance someone would come along who she really didn't want to speak to, and starting her day with an argument always left Lily in a bad mood till the evening. She put her things into her bag - each in their place neatly - before lifting it over her shoulder, straightening her Head Girl's badge as the strap knocked it askew slightly. With a small smile of recognition as the Librarian waved her out, Lily meandered her way through the seas of younger students slowly emerging, still fascinated by the moving staircases and living portraits on the walls. She could remember it all too well, finding the whole of Hogwarts - well - magical, so couldn't begrudge them getting in her way too much.
With a few 'excuse me's and only a couple of carefully placed elbows, which were sometimes entirely necessary in the busy hallways, her feet finally lead her to the Great Hall. She blew a couple of copper strands out of her face as she fell into step with others heading for the long, oak table beneath the red and gold Gryffindor banners, scanning the seats for a familiar face and finding only one. It seemed all the girls from her dorm had decided breakfast was an unnecessary distraction from whatever it was they had since decided to do, and she found herself with only one familiar face; that of Sirius Black. She couldn't help but express a light sigh, exasparated. School had only been going for a week, and other than a catch-up with Remus and discussing study sessions for their more demanding NEWT subjects, she had yet to encounter one of the Marauders in a social setting. As she approached one of the empty seats he had no doubt meant to secure for their little gang, she raised a brow at the squeals from the table behind, shaking her head as she sat herself opposite Sirius, a couple of seats down.
"Honestly," she commented, withdrawing her own copy of the Prophet from her bag and laying it open to the main news pages on the table in front of her, "you do realise I'm only going to have to clear them all away when they start setting up camp outside the Common Room later, don't you?"
"Must you encourage them?", she asked, reaching over to pour herself a cup of Earl Grey tea. Taking a sip she relaxed slightly at the warmth of the drink against the miserable image of the weather on the ceiling above. "We've only been here a week, surely you got enough giggling girls over the summer?"
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 2, 2012 10:24:33 GMT -5
After skimming through the mid-week results and reading up on stories surrounding games to come, Sirius flipped to the front and began reading the Prophet’s cheery outlook. To be fair to the paper, it didn’t have much choice. Random killings occurred with no reasoning, riots flared up all over the country and people continued to disappear. It wasn’t cheery material to work with; Sirius hadn’t seen a terrible pun headline for days as even the condemnation of political figures took a back seat to crime. Not the best way to start ones morning. He figured he’d stick with the sport section until the world brightened up.
When he heard a familiar voice he grinned and folded up his paper. Sirius had hoped for the marauders to join him early, partly because his trip to the library did not end in homework completion and partly to make plans for the weekend that lay ahead before Remus could dedicate it to study. Saying that, he was certainly happy for some company, if only to shelter him from view of the girls who had so conveniently placed themselves directly within his line of sight.
“Alright Evans?” he greeted cheerfully. Sirius was used to the disapproving, exasperated looks she often reserved for himself and his three friends, though naturally James was treated to more than his fair share.
“I think I should clarify that whilst I may have encouraged this slightly, I did in no way initiate this through any fault of my own. If anything you should be sympathetic towards my plight,” he gestured subtly towards them with his toast, “You’ve seen how crazed they get. We jest about it now but it’s only a matter of time before Wormtail is sampling my food and drink for love potion tampering.”
In truth, he was not even exaggerating. Whenever a ball or similar event was announced, Sirius would fear for his life, or at least his free will. “And yes, as it happens, I did encounter many giggling girls this summer, thank you for asking. Between myself and Prongs we’ve managed to melt many hearts over the past six weeks.” Sirius referenced James with a knowing grin. The truth was, as it had been since they started their education at Hogwarts, that any relationship James Potter, he always seemed to be pining for the lady Sirius currently shared breakfast with. “What of your summer, Evans? I take it you’ve already covered this year’s syllabus?”
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Post by James Potter, Esq. on Sept 4, 2012 14:44:29 GMT -5
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James Calais Potter was most certainly not a morning person. James considered the morning a blasphemous time and hated every minute he was not in his warm, loving bed. But James had his priorities, and Quidditch sat at the top of his list. So it didn't matter how early it was, how cold or wet, every Saturday morning, James was up at precisely four-thirty to make his way to the Quidditch pitch. A steady stream of complaints accompanied the Gryffindor the whole way there and back.
In the air, it was another matter completely. Something about the morning sky managed to shut James up. Maybe it was the quiet rush of wind against his face as he divebombed the pitch, over and over and over. Maybe it was the shrieking of the birds in the black forrest, or the stillness of the grounds. Maybe it was everything about these mornings that centered him, stilled his perpetual grin into grim focus.
James loved it out here. His broom was freedom, a welcome escape from a hectic life of pranks and schemes and drama. Away from news articles on the latest murders and tragedies. Out here, there were no little first years looking to him for guidance, placing an unhealthy level of trust in his Head Boy badge. This was one of the last places James could simply be. As though he were still simply eleven and the world had no expectations for him. Perhaps it was this that he loved so much, that made nearly three hours disappear, rain be damned.
His watch cheerfully informed him that he really ought to get a move on if he wanted time for breakfast. James' stomach chose that moment to growl helpfully, and he became painfully aware that he was freezing cold. Lovely, he'd thought with a sour look, bolting to the showers.
James' teeth were chattering by the time he returned to the castle. In a fit of brilliance, he had managed a tricky little water repelling charm for his journey back to the castle. James didn't mind rain, but he didn't quite fancy it making him smell like wet stag, especially after he'd gone to all the trouble of showering. Feeling quite pleased with himself and remarkably less cranky, he strutted into the Great Hall. Determined to consume a whole pig, he almost didn't realise who his best mate was chatting with.
Almost. James' finely tuned Lily senses kicked into high gear, and he stopped dead in his tracks. He gaped rather stupidly at the pair for a moment, before composing himself. Right. Okay. Don't be an insufferable git, James. This last bit of advice was rather handy, but James had a bit of a habit of buggering that part up. His track record was dismal, to say the least. Still, James was nothing if not persistent.
He ran a quick inventory. Hair? Ruffled. Glasses? Clean and stylish. Tie? Perfectly loose and dashing, naturally. Head Boy badge? Oh, bollocks, somewhere in his pocket, errr... James fumbled with the pin, managing to fasten it upside down, and considered that good enough. He approached the table, dropping in a seat next to his best mate. It was a mark of their friendship that James trusted the philanderer around the loveliest girl in existence without batting an eyelash. He considered batting his eyelashes at Lily, but promptly binned that idea. His brain didn't seem to work right around the redhead. It came up with a slew of stupid ideas, determined to make an arse of him.
Ah, young love.
"I'll have you know," James interrupted smoothly, a cavalier grin on his face and his hand hunting for some bacon. He eyed the mostly empty tray with some disappointment. Bacon?  "Padfoot did most of the heart melting. He left me to clean up after him. Have you ever had to scrape up puddles of girl goo before? I have and it's tough work. It sort of solidifies onto the concrete and you have to chip it off. Meanwhile this prat is off having a blast with whats-her-name and forgotten all about his mate."
He shot his mate a mock-annoyed look, and bit down on a large roll of bread. Oh, thank you hands, he hadn't even been aware of grabbing that. Mmm, bread, he thought intelligently. He chewed and had to remind himself not to babble at Lily, especially as he was eating. He sincerely doubted she'd find his mouth full of dough attractive. James thought this a bit unfair, as he was certain Lily would still be frighteningly gorgeous if she spoke with her mouth full. James ignored the injustice of this and swallowed.
"Have a good summer, Evans?" James settled on the safest question he could think of. Inwardly, he congratulated himself. It seemed, so far, he had yet to irritate the redhead. A new personal record? Only time would tell.
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Post by Lily Evans on Sept 5, 2012 12:53:48 GMT -5
As Sirius folded up his paper, Lily quickly skimmed through her own copy, green eyes flitting back and forth over the ink. This had become a morning ritual now, as much a part of her day-to-day routine as classes and hallway patrols. She was looking for the one thing that many Muggle-born students who understood what the magical world was coming to looked for; the names of her parents beneath a picture of that horrid green smoke signal. There had been random Muggle killings going on for a while now, but Lily knew it would only be random for so long. Sooner or later, those families that had given birth to magical children would be targeted, and then...well, she didn’t like to imagine what the students of Hogwarts would have to deal with. Relieved to reach the sports section without seeing a familiar name or face today, Lily folded her own copy in half, reaching down to leave it sticking out of her bag slightly underneath the seat.
The redhead rolled her eyes lightly at the suggestion she ought to be sympathetic, picking a piece of toast from the table and spreading on apricot jam before taking a bite. Honestly, she didn’t know how girls found this attitude so attractive. Now, Lily could be objective; she could see as well as most girls that physically Sirius was a good looking guy. But she couldn’t get with the arrogance, the casual flirtation. The inability to be serious and commit to something were not qualities she held in high regard, though she knew for a little witty banter he was one of the two student in Hogwarts that could hold his own where she was concerned. It was almost as if she chose them half the time, even if it was a subconscious decision.
“That poor guy,” she said with genuine sympathy, setting down half the slice that was left and cradling her tea cup between her hands, taking another sip. “One of these days he’s going to get himself really hurt trying to keep up with your antics, and I’ll end up being the one escorting him to the Hospital Ward and writing you up for a month’s worth of Saturday detentions, and despite what you think I honestly don’t enjoy having my hand forced like that.”
As she finished speaking, she spotted someone else approaching from the corner of her eye, and inwardly sighed when she saw who it was. Of course, she would never be allowed to deal with just the one Marauder – they always came in multiples. Still, who knew? Bizarrely towards the end of last year, there had been odd moments – just the few – that Lily found herself doing things she would never have imagined. Laughing at James’ jokes, finding his pranks amusing, agreeing with some of the things he said. Of course, she’d never had an insane enough moment to actually tell him these things, and put it down to lack of sleep or something similar.
“Fortunately,” she marked sarcastically, “I’ve never had to deal with that particular problem, no. Strangely girls don’t melt at the sight of me, go figure.” She set her cup down, finishing her toast before answering their joint question. “It was alright, I suppose. Petunia – my sister – got married. My mother made me be bridesmaid, it was...well quite frankly, it was awful, but she seemed pleased enough.”
Personally, Lily was convinced that was because Petunia had picked the fuchsia pink, ruffled bridesmaid dress purely out of spite for the paler, redhead of the family, but she’d never have aired it aloud and given Petunia the pleasure. It had been years since the two of them had really gotten along, and she had begged her mother not to insist, but there had been no telling her. Lily was seriously considering burning all the pictures she featured in.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 5, 2012 15:47:09 GMT -5
The looks he received from Lily only encouraged him, but her reaction to Peter’s potential medical issues seriously wiped his cheery grin. “So in the eventuality that someone makes an attempt on my life or free will, and inadvertently poisons my good friend Wormtail instead, you propose that I should suffer an evening talking McGonagall’s ear off until she lets me off?” he shook his head in mock, yet defiant, protest. “Even for you Evans that’s the height of cruelty. If you truly want to enforce prefect law on our school I suggest you march over to that table and issue detentions all round for unreasonable harassment.”
Again, Sirius cast a glance to their table as subtly as possible. They were giggling and blushing still, which was admittedly rather alarming. There were serious fan clubs dedicated to him, or so he had heard, Sirius Black had become a ‘hobby’ for some of the younger and less intelligent female population of Hogwarts. “While you’re at it, issue the same detention to my good friend and partner in crime James Potter for his crimes against your good self,” he added, as an after thought and through a good mouthful of bacon.
“Speak of the devil.” When Sirius spotted his friend entering, he could almost pin point the split second in which James went from his laid back self to a barely masked idiot. The moment his friend saw red he went soft in the brain and whilst Sirius loved to take the mick, he would reserve that until after this encounter. James had his own unique but highly effective method of screwing things up with the object of his affection, Sirius’ assistance was not necessary.
“Good morning Prongs,” he said, with a wolfish grin as he spied the Head Boy’s badge. That always amused him. What possessed them, Sirius was unsure, but the staff of Hogwarts had given his partner in crime an unreasonable amount of authority to use for the good of mischief. “I wouldn’t know mate, I’ve never witnessed the gooey aftermath. You up for a clean up at the Hufflepuff table shortly?” he asked, nodding lazily towards their direction and earning another resounding giggle. “It’s far too early to entertain their nonsense, right Evans? I hold you solely responsible for their broken hearts.”
On hearing Lily’s comment about a wedding, Sirius remembered his own summer. An aunt of his, once removed, had gotten married and sent him an invitation. Shortly after that he received a howler from his mother along the lines of HOW DARE YOU EVEN CONSIDER IT! At which point he promptly gave up on the idea. But a wedding sounded fun. Okay, in truth, a stag do sounded fun. “Any fit bridesmaids?” he asked with a grin, “Besides your good self, of course.” |
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Post by Evelina Gamp on Sept 9, 2012 10:32:58 GMT -5
Evelina woke very slowly and reluctantly that morning. They hadn’t been back at school long enough to get a proper sleeping pattern, and Eva was never the morning type anyway. She had spent the night before cramming over her few accumulated notes to complete her defence assignments. She spent hours on her first piece of homework, a challenge most would have completed in no time at all. She needed the grades this year, and she was terrified of failing her NEWTs. So this morning she was paying her cram.
Eva’s first thought was a long shower to wake herself up. Her roommates often complained she hogged the bathroom and spent the most time in it of all the girls in her dorm. She was a tad preoccupied with her presentation and hygiene, but sometimes she felt it was all she had, as bad as that sounds, because of her shortcomings intellectually. She took her time with hair, makeup and clothes before heading down for a quick breakfast before class.
A small group of hufflepuff girls walked together to the great hall, chatting away and hoping they had enough time to chat over breakfast before they had to leave for their respective classes. Spending seven years with a group of great friends was difficult when you reached the seventh, she had grown too close to them to want to leave now.
Eva walked swiftly to keep up, holding tightly all her books for class. She dropped them far too often much to her embarrassment. This time through some luck she managed to make it their without incident and took a seat beside her friends at the Hufflepuff table. Some of the girls beside them were giggling and blushing and Eva had to follow their gaze to work out what was so entertaining and quickly realised it was most probably in aid of Black or Potter at the Gryffindor table. A few of her own friends had joined in but Evelina was too shy for all that, plus she didn’t think it was necessary. Instead Eva just chatted quietly with her best friends, nibbling on dry toast and flicking through a few notes before class. |
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Post by James Potter, Esq. on Sept 11, 2012 14:20:25 GMT -5
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Padfoot was being something of a git. It was so nice, James mused, to have a friend of equal prattishness as he. It made life so much more amusing. He glanced to the Hufflepuff table. The girls were almost rapturous in their admiration of Padfoot, and James began plotting. Sirius was his best mate, practically a brother, and he was therefore obligated to set as many lasses on the poor bloke as possible. He did so always enjoy the struggle between his mate and the ever growing flock of girls. It was jolly good fun for everyone involved. Well, except Padfoot, but no matter.
"I will have to invoke the almighty and glorious privilege of Head Boy and delegate my cleaning duties to some unfortunate first years, I'm afraid, Messere Padfoot. I'm far too busy and important these days," James puffed his chest out, speaking in the poshest, most pretentious voice he could manage. If only he had a monocle, he bemoaned. He dusted his shoulders pompously. Ooh, an eclair! James dropped all pretense of grandeur to devour the chocolate pastry. Nomnomnom.
"Go figure ," he agreed with Lily, his eyes dancing mirthfully. He considered remarking that he found it particularly strange that she could walk around oblivious to all the hearts her stunning good looks broke, but his brain wisely advised against it. Be nice, it reminded him rather sternly.
She described her summer, and James nearly choked on his tea. He instead opted to offer a good natured chuckle as she mentioned the wedding. A very large part of his brain began to devote processing power to imagining Lily in various dresses, many featuring dangerously short hemlines. These were lovely thoughts, but incredibly distracting. James filed them away for later...analysis. He was rather pleased that Miss Evans was not a legilimens.
Sirius, of course, was instantly interested in the other bridesmaids. James chose to at least appear less hormonal and seventeen, "Ah, family obligations. My mum insists on no less than three awkward family encounters a year. Her excuse to make an arse of me on a regular basis, she tells me. Maybe it's a mother thing?"
James shrugged his shoulders with an easygoing grin.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 15, 2012 14:12:13 GMT -5
The sexual tension here was unbearable when you were the spare wheel. Sirius was familiar with the feeling after seven years of James’ infatuation with Lily Evans and persistent harassment of the girl. If persistency was something girls went for, it would be the icing on the cake of the great package that was James Potter. But, alas, persistency was better known as pestering and not in fact a trait sought by women kind. If James could somehow portray a convincing act of nonchalance toward his red headed beau, as he did naturally with any other female, he could possibly have a chance. It was a shame that something Lily gave off made the man temporarily lose all sense.
Sirius snorted at James’ declaration of importance. He was looking over at the Hufflepuff girls almost angrily now wondering if he had a small theatre production performing on his head that he was truly THAT interesting. Then he noticed a smaller pocket who were not interested in him, and became more annoyed and instantly eager to impress. In particular there was one who was angelically attractive, so much so that Sirius had to wonder why he hadn’t ever tried to harass her before. Distractions like these took his attention pretty quickly, much like a puppy that spotted a squirrel. He had never experienced an infatuation to the degree that James suffered, at least not one that lasted more than a week tops. He felt this one could take up a good few days before he got bored again.
Hoping that she wasn’t merely a temporarily distracted ‘fan’, and that his actual fans did not notice this action, Sirius covertly began to write ‘class notes’ on parchment;
Your friends appear to have an unhealthy obsession with yours truly.
Assist me in deterring their interests by allowing me to take one of their own to Hogsmeade this weekend. Yourself.
The kindest of regards,
Sirius Black.
Once complete, Sirius artfully bent the parchment into the shape of a small broom and cast a few not-so-simple charms upon it. The broom took life and Sirius sent it stealthily between the tables, ducking and weaving confused breakfast consumers, before coming to an abrupt halt above the breakfast of his mystery girl.
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Post by Evelina Gamp on Sept 16, 2012 6:33:36 GMT -5
Eva hadn’t been paying much attention to anything around her when the little broomstick swept into her breakfast and hovered just in her line of sight. Her friends didn’t seem to notice and she wasn’t quite sure what was happening. Without making a fuss, Eva carefully unwrapped the parchment realising quickly that it was a cleverly disguised letter. More specifically a call for help. Once she’d finished reading she blushed horrendously. She felt as though her cheeks were physically burning.
It was signed Sirius Black, and Eva’s eyes darted to the boy at the Gryffindor table. She didn’t really know how to react. There wasn’t really much she could do about her friends, and if she told them about this it would only fuel their giddy spirits. Besides, her time was limited because of her studies and Sirius was asking for a Hogsmeade date. Her Hogsmeade weekend had already been split between her friends and her work. Traditionally, the first weekend was a shopping weekend with the girls, and the rest of her time would be spent cramming homework for the upcoming week.
Blushing hopelessly she passed the parchment to one of her friends who, initially equally confused, burst into a fit of giggles and passed it around the table before Eva could object. All her friends were, if not slightly jealous, in their element with such gossip to discuss. When she finally got it back she asked their honest opinion and each told her she’d be mad to turn him down. She mentioned that with his reputation she’d be taking a risk, and that she’d have to miss their weekend plans but they insisted they’d fall out with her if she DIDN’T accept.
Eva picked up her parchment and began her retort with a dozen extra voices chipping in with ridiculous flirty suggestions of what to say which she promptly rejected. She wanted desperately to keep things simple.
Mr. Black,
I am free to meet you in Hogsmeade on Sunday outside Honeydukes if you would like.
I cannot however promise any control over my peers.
Evelina Gamp
She signed it quickly, and was confused how to send it back – her magic was not quite as clever as Sirius. But as she folded the parchment back up, it took life again and zoomed away dramatically, presumably back to Black. She avoided eye contact with him, still blushing furiously.
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"Padfoot did most of the heart melting. He left me to clean up after him. Have you ever had to scrape up puddles of girl goo before? I have and it's tough work. It sort of solidifies onto the concrete and you have to chip it off. Meanwhile this prat is off having a blast with whats-her-name and forgotten all about his mate."
