June 28th, 2004
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Here it is Wormy....
|PG-13 - English - Humor/General - Reviews: 131 - Published: 04-19-04 - Updated: 06-28-04 |
If I get sued it's your fault.
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: The "Pump,PumpPump,Pump,Pump" song from the commercial
Re: Chapter 3 Midnight Serenade
Rosier scoffed arrogantly. "You sure you wanna do this, Black?"
Sirius smiled fakely. "We'll even go one man down while I get changed." Sirius turned on his heel and walked briskly toward the Gryffindor locker rooms.
When he came back onto the field in his practice uniform with his broom over his shoulder the game was just heating up. James had the quaffle and was speeding toward the Slytherin keeper, Rabastan Lestrange, with a chaser, Rookwood, on his tail. Sirius quickly rose into the air, spotted a bludger, and sent it toward Rookwood. Rookwood spiraled to his right to avoid it as James threw the quaffle powerfully through the middle goal hoop.
"Nice!" shouted Sirius as he sped over to James and high-fived him, swinging around his broomstick in midair.
While they were celebrating, Slytherin chasers Rookwood and Nott had taken the quaffle and were closing in on the Gryffindor keeper. James caught up to them just as they were shooting, darted in front of the goal, and caught the quaffle just before the keeper did.
"Showoff," muttered Sirius, flying up and knocking a bludger past him toward Rosier as James flew skillfully down the field.
As James was about to shoot, Rosier retaliated the bludger straight for James' head. Sirius had to dive in front of him to deflect it. Then three things happened all at once: James scored through the right goal hoop; Sirius' bludger hit Rosier right in the groin; and Charlie Weasley whooped in triumph. Sirius and James were too busy celebrating the former two to notice the latter.
Charlie cleared his throat. "Hey guys?"
They turned to see Charlie's outstretched hand clasped around the small golden snitch and smiled. Rosier had frozen when the bludger hit, but now he grabbed and groaned, rolling off of his broom onto the pitch some five feet below. The Gryffindor team landed and gathered around second year, Charlie Weasley, congratulating him.
Sirius hit the ground with a backward glance at Rosier. "Walk it off."
"Yeah, off of our field!" added James victoriously.
As the Slytherin team trudged back up to the castle, James put Charlie in a headlock and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Knew you could do it, Chuck! Knew you could do it! Damn, this kid's good!"
The team laughed and decided that they'd had enough practice. They stayed on the field, re-enacting Evan Rosier's brush with a bludger, Sirius starring as Rosier.
Later that evening they had retreated to the common room and Sirius was working on his list in a secluded corner.
"What's Sirius working so diligently on?" Lily asked James as they sat by the fire.
"That essay for first years," responded James. "He's taking it very seriously."
"Sirius doesn't take anything seriously," contradicted Lily.
"Sure he does, but he won't admit it. Come on," he pulled her across the common room and they sat next to Sirius. "How's it comin, mate?"
"Lily would despise it," Sirius said, without looking up at them.
"How do you know, Sirius?" she asked him.
"It's all about breaking rules, and you're Miss Perfect Head Girl."
"I am not perfect, Sirius!"
"Fine you're Mary Poppins then," he teased. "Practically perfect in every way."
Lily rolled her eyes and smiled. "And you're absolutely hopeless. Let me see that," she snatched the parchment from his grasp and read. James leaned in to read the additions.
17 - Not allowed to add "in accordance with this prophecy" to the end of answers I give to a question asked by our divination professor.
18 - May not call the divination professor immoral, untrustworthy, lying slime even if I am right or become possessed by a spirit and give prophecies of my own in the middle of class.