"Most people are all talk," Lily pondered seriously, her mind flashing to the countless of times Severus had told her that the fact that she was a muggleborn wouldn’t make a difference at all. Lily scoffed at the mere thought of his words. They were all lies he told straight to her face, without giving it so much as a second thought. With a inaudible sigh, and a slight shake of the head, Lily turned to Sirius once again to answer his question. "There’s no joy in that, they’ll all end up walking in to walls - where they’ll celebrate their prejudiced, up-turned noses," she muttered bitterly, scoffing slightly again.
Flashing a small, crooked smile at Sirius - Lily crossed her arms leisurely across her stomach before continuing her small speech “Well, I’ll have you know that I spend quite a lot of time around Marlene McKinnon - she’s influenced me,” the red haired girl shrugged her shoulders before raising a brow “I do believe it’s for the best, Black,” Lily didn’t want to have any mental images of Sirius sitting alone in the dark, muttering sweet nothings to his wand, treating if as if it wasn’t an inanimate object.
"Sure, they were out after hours… But so were you, Black - and I didn’t file anything against you.. God, I didn’t even deduct any points. I’m quite possibly the worst Gryffindor prefect in the history of Gryffindor prefects," Lily groaned softly, pulling a face at the thought of Professor McGonagalls’ disappointed face - her fierce, angry eyes piercing her very soul. "I think I’d manage.." the red head spoke with a small shrug "Perhaps not all of them at once by myself though," she added as an after-thoughts before mumbling the password to the slumbering Lady that hung in front of the Gryffindor tower.
It was easy to see and feel that Lily wasn’t amused about this at all. And it was easy to follow her line of thoughts and to know where hers had lead her. Sirius still couldn’t quite understand that friendship Lily had once shared with Snape, but somehow he was glad that she had realised how he really was, what was really important to him, and that she had turned away from him. Of course he did understand the value and importance of friendship and loyalty. But Snape had become too much of a Slytherin. He didn’t know what kind of boy he had been before Hogwarts, but it was plain to see that they were way too far apart now.
Sirius smiled at her, letting his shoulder bump against hers. “You’re not the worst prefect.” Neither was Remus, even though he regularly failed to report his friends or deduct points, and his friend thought he was. “Every prefect favours their own house, some much more blatantly. You’re doing just fine.”
He stopped briefly to give the password to the Pink Lady and let Lily enter the common room before him. The room was filled with warmth and laughter and talking voices, and Sirius found that his need for solitude, to brood for a while, was well and truly over. He was going to go find his friends. But before he did, he leaned over to Lily again and murmured, “Don’t worry too much. When it comes down to the really important stuff, we all have your back. So I’d say you ended up just where you were supposed to be.”
It took a lot to surprise him, it truly did, but it was the perfect word to describe how he had felt when Sirius had grabbed him by the front of his robes. In all honesty it was a familiar feeling, the only difference being this wasn’t an ordinary situation where he was out numbered three to one. He glared cooly at the boy still trying to recover from his earlier astonishment.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. The alley was still somewhat populated, but they didn’t pay him any attention. They were either more interested in their fellow student or where blatantly ignoring them because they thought Severus was getting his just desserts. Really the nerve of them. He took a mental note of everyone who was in the crowd. Perhaps they’d have something in their goblets a breakfast sometime soon. It was only then that he allowed his eyes to flit back to meet Sirius’. The Gryffindor was seething, rage so close to the surface it was almost tangible. He wasn’t scared, he’d been on the opposite end of an angry fist before.
"Think Black, actually think. If I had anything to do with any of this do you think I’d be stupid enough to be here? I just happened to be walking by when I saw a pair of hooded figures walk out of here. Also why the hell would I try and help? Remorse or guilt? No, because contrary to popular belief I have a heart and I wasn’t just going to let her lie there." He spat, venom coating his words. As usual he was the first to blame. Nothing new there, still it was tiring after the hundredth time. Black, didn’t say anything so he supposed he needed to explain himself further. How bothersome.
"I know there’s a brain there somewhere why not try using it, hmm?" He said as nicely as he possibly could. "What time of year is it? Where are we all going to be less then two weeks from now?"
For a moment Sirius wondered why the heck there was a look on surprise on Snape’s face when he grabbed him and dragged him away. Surprise about what? He should know he was angry, and he should also know that this whole episode hadn’t made Sirius any more of Snape’s friend than he had been before. Or even… well. Any kind of sympathetic. He recovered his cool, arrogant look quickly of course, but it only made Sirius’ hand tighten in Snape’s robe and his own glare intensify.
He saw how the Slytherin was glancing around instead of answering, and he couldn’t help doing so himself for a moment. There were only a few gazes on them, because they were probably all too used to seeing them at odds with each other. Most students’ attention were on Mary, who was indeed carried away now by McGonagall, and most were following them, if only to form small groups among themselves again to whisper worriedly.
Snape, however, soon pulled Sirius’ attention back to him as he finally started talking, in a low, hissing voice. And at what he said, Sirius huffed.
"No, this is actually the perfect alibi. That’s exactly why you would help: because it’s so very easy to wash your hands clean of everything if you so obviously came and helped.”
But if he was really honest with himself, Sirius didn’t believe that Snape had done it. Not this, not this time. And it was the only reason why he remained and listened.
Halloween… of course it was Halloween very soon. And Snape obviously thought there was something that was going to happen then. Sirius thought there were no signs that unmistakable pointed in that direction, but it would be good to keep an eye open.
Sirius pulled away then, lightly pushing Snape away from him, even though he was still staring. “You really think this is just leading up to Halloween.”
It was so boring.
Come on, Padfoot. You have to admit that it was a bit silent … even I noticed.
Well… okay, that’s true. But, really, you lot ganged up on me? Why me? And where did you get all the animals anyway, went and collected them from the girls?
What do I do when my love is away?
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day?
(Are you sad because you’re on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
"Our show in New York, The Beatles played to the greatest T.V audience that has ever been assembled in the history of American T.V" - Ed Sullivan
The four Marauders practically had their noses pressed to the glass, as if they could melt right through it and into the variety of television screens set up.
James started humming loudly - though it was meant to be under his breath - and quite out of tune, before Sirius jabbed him sharply in the ribs.
Remus chuckled at the little banter between his friends, but his attention was immediately directed back to the TV screen, seeing these four men on stage, singing the songs that meant so much to him.
He loved Beatles songs, every single one of them, though he clearly had his favourites, and he wondered when the point would come that the needle of the record player would finally cut through the vinyl, from being played too often.
Sirius had to roll his eyes at James’ off-key humming, but there was a grin on his lips at the same time. Their possibilities of ever seeing anything of the Beatles instead of just listening to their songs were so rare, only given every once in a while over the holidays. And he knew this footage was years old already, but that didn’t matter to either of them, at all.
"Bloody hell, Prongs, and you’re comparing yourself to John Lennon? You can’t sing for shit!" he complained and jabbed him in the ribs again, entirely uncaring if bypassers were giving them looks.
I didn’t say that necessarily, I mean, not exactly…damn it. I’d rather you put signs up pointing out all my positive traits, but fair enough. I’ll get them all back somehow! Maybe set up a lost property office? Or leave them with Filch?
Prongs, you trying to get yourself out of this one was like watching a train wreck. And though the thought of Flinch with lots of stuffed animals sounds tempting, I vote for the lost property office.
"Don’t I know it. If I remember correctly you’ve managed to get yourselves in quite a bit of trouble. There was the incident with the dung bombs that went off it the library and then there was the time that you charmed the telescopes in the astronomy tower to point towards the girls bathroom on the fourth floor." She laughed remembering the looks on their faces when they’d gotten caught. "Professor McGonagall dragged you to detention by your ears."
Amelia grinned and started making her way into the forest. It didn’t seem as bad as everyone had made it out to be. It seemed like any other forest she’d ever seen, silent for the most part with the occasional woodland creature passing by from time to time. “Do you think we’ll see a unicorn? Hagrid said that sometimes a herd will pass by.”
"Right big and scary." A soft came from her while she looked around. Speaking over her shoulder she addressed the Gryffindor behind her. "You’ll love the Hufflepuff dorms. It’s like being back home. Oh maybe you’ll even come on one of our game nights. We have them once a month. You could even bring the boys along too, I bet they’d enjoy it."
Out of nowhere there was the sound of a branch breaking underfoot. She squeaked then upon realizing that it had been herself, started to laugh. “Guess I’m just a little bit jumpy.”
Sirius couldn’t help it, her words let a somewhat proud grin appear on his face. “Aahh the telescopes… that was a nice one. And a clever one,” he nodded, snickering softly at the memories. The dung bombs one too though, but it wasn’t just that. Over the years he, James, Peter and Remus had thought of so many pranks, had gotten so many detentions, but had gotten away with so many things as well. There were only a handful that had never come to frutition, or that had gone wrong in their long career, and Sirius did think that was something to be proud of. Hogwarts would be a much duller place without them, that was for sure.
“And she didn’t exactly pull us away by our ears…” Not that time anyway. Sirius grinned wryly.
He followed her into the woods, unconcerned, knowing them too well by now. Sunlight was still filtering through the trees out here, making it a decidedly non scary place. Only the further one got into it, the darker it became even during the day.
“Unicorns? If we’re really lucky, maybe.” They did like the sunlight, so the chances could have been worse.
It was with surprise that he looked at Amelia again with her proposition. “They definitely would. And we’ll make your game night interesting, you can bet on that, and everyone gets something good out of that deal,” Sirius grinned over at Amelia, hoping she’d go through with it. Maybe Pete could steal away, transform and fill in the blanks on the Marauders Map for them.
He started to laugh at the sound she made, unable not to. “Well, you’re in the forest with the scary monsters. If that doesn’t make people jumpy, I don’t know.”
Oh, ha ha. I’m too cute.
Er, I couldn’t possibly tell you where they all came from. I summoned them. Not sure how we’ll get them back.
So you admit it was you, huh? Not surprised. I’ll direct every single girl to you who’s going to cry about a lost stuffed animal. Better yet, I’ll put up fliers with big blinking signs pointing at your head.