Author: Sirius [ Edit | View ]
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Date Posted: 08:54:11 12/24/03 Wed
*in the bubble, Sirius prods James' shoulder with his wand. "stupid git, you never should have dug up that book so soon,"
"not my fault, I'm not controlling our destinies here..."*
I was tired. Really tired. now, I was never one to fall asleep in class. you know, one of those brilliant kids that could live through ANYTHING!!
so when I fell asleep in potions and bombed my hugs test, I wasn't happy.
oh, no. and with a few weeks of detention to look forward to, things were NOT looking up for me.
not to mention that christmas break was coming fast and I'd have to go suffer through my everyday existance again.
that was when James ran up to me in the common room while I was frantically doing potions homework to salvage my marks. I glanced up at him and back at my notes--no time for mischeif until my grades were passing again.
"Sirius..." he half sang. I looked up again, wincing.
"never do that again," I complained, using one finger to pretend to clean out my ear. he dropped a list on my notes.
"I know you don't wanna go home for christmas, so I thought this could help you."
I scanned over the list and read the explaination at the top.
ALL THOSE WHO ARE NOT TAKING THE TRAIN HOME FOR CHRISTMAS SIGN HERE.
it was like the words of an angel, a heavensent message from God himself--not that I'm religious or anything. let's just say it was a lifesaver. I like to think it was cherry flavored.
"OhmygodIloveyouJamesthankyousomuchscrewmystupidrelativesIMNOTGOINHOME!" I babbled, signing my name as quickly as I could, afraid that the list would evaporate.
"Hey, I didn't know you had it THAT bad at home," James said, frowning. He sat down next to me, looking over the names on the list.
"You don't know half of it," I muttered.
"..." James glanced over at me. "Would you like to talk, or leave me hanging?"
"It's a long story,"
"I've got all weekend long to listen. maybe I'll even do some of your homework for you if I get bored."
"Sounds like an even trade," I agreed.
So for about six and a half hours I spilled out my life story, babbling like a first year girl on her birthday. I complained about my mother, ranted about my perfect little brother, explained the danger of living in my home, and some of the crap I had put up with for all of my short eleven years.
James nodded and listened and occasionally asked me more about the Doxies and the portraits. I complained about Krecher and his mother, Penalopy, and the creepy beheaded house elves hanging on the walls.
James gave me a funny look when it was over. "why would you ever go back?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Now you see my problem," I told him.
"Hey..." he looked thoughtful. "Why don't you come stay with me and my folks over the holiday? we'll get permission from Dumbledore and you can tell your parents I'm in Slytherin if you want," he offered.
I nodded, grinning. "I never got out of my house before," I confided. "Except that time I stayed at the muggle hotel during the supermodel tours."
"you sly dog," James muttered, shaking his head. "Might as well invite Peter and Moony too,"
"I HAVE A NAME!" Remus roared from upstairs. James and I dissolved into evil cackles and ran up to find him, intending to wreck some major havoc around the school...
and to do that, we'd have to find Lily...
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