The Londoner Marauder☆Jily AU

《ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ #04》

20th January 1977, Hogwarts, Scotland

"Oi! Black, don't--" Emmeline broke off as a ball of snow hit her nose. Sirius let out a bark of laughter and threw more snowballs towards her, smiling happily all the while.

"Black, I don't want to lose my girlfriend to a minor cold!" Dorcas growled and threw a large snowball at Sirius, who ducked, and the snowball hit Alice Prewett.

Alice, sweet and lovely Alice, blessed Alice, only laughed and ruffled Sirius's hair affectionately. If she had thrown a snowball at them...well, around Circa 1972, Alice Prewett's extra large snowball, thanks to a really complex enlarging charm, had landed Sirius Black in the hospital wing for two weeks, only because he had said that Frank Longbottom had a weird nose.

Isadora and Katherine stood hidden behind the large oak tree, peeking out from behind them and grinning like chesire cats. Isadora passed Katherine a suspiciously heavy snowball and winked at her. The metamorphmagus bumped her shoulder playfully and threw the snowball at Sirius, hard.

The ball landed atop his hair--the desired destination--and exploded. Dark green goo, liquified Venomous Tentacula leaves, flowed down Sirius's face, who screamed and ran around, trying to clean his face.

"Fucking hell," Dorcas guffawed, who was on all fours, banging the ground with her fist and tears of laughter ran down her face. Emmeline was doubled over beside her, giggling.

"Holy tomatoes!" Alice choked out, laughing maniacally.

"Tomatoes?" Isadora snorted, giggling along.

At that moment, they heard another laugh, but this one was a deeper laugh. They saw James running towards them, chuckling fondly an dlookimg down at a paper.

"Just---look at what Anita Skeeter came up with!" he said, choking on his own laughter. Raising her eyebrows, Kate started to read aloud:

HOGWARTS DAILY

SIRIUS BLACK: DOES A EMOTIONAL BOY LIE BENEATH THE GREY-EYED (second,the first being James Potter) HEARTHROB OF HOGWARTS?

On a beautiful January evening, I, Anita Skeeter, was walking towards the owlery. I saw Sirius Black there, his eyes gliterring with unshed tears as he stared at one of the school owls taking care of her child. As I watched, Sirius picked up the small owl and carressed it with the most gentlest of carresses, as if he were the mother of the child! I was deeply moved, and my own beautiful tears ran down my divine face. Sirius Black, I never knew, could be so emotional! Sirius seems to have a heart of gold, as I also spotted him feeding the baby owl some high-quality food! Is it really possible that SIRIUS IS ACTUALLY THE MOTHER OF THE BABY OWL?

"What. The. Fuck." Kate looked up from the paper. Even Sirius had stopped screeching, he was now ducking his head inside the water of the lake and occasionally muttering, "Kill me. Kill me now!"

"Tell me Paddy," Dorcas sniggered, "what else animals have you given birth to?"

"Holy mother of Christ!" Isadora giggled, shaking her head amusedly.

"Divine face," Kate snorted. "Beautiful tears. Has she seen herself?"

"She carries around a mirror," Emmeline informed her, choking slightly due to her laughter.

In the end, they were a giggling heap of friends drapped in furry coats and warm sweaters as they stared at the sunset, which painted the snow in a pale orange color. It sinked behind the hills of Hogsmead and disappeared, leaving the sky dark without it.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

21th January 1977, Beauxbatons, France

A blizzard.

A blizzard.

A fucking blizzard.

That was all Marlene McKinnon could think of as she scowled at the sound of harsh winds and snow slapping against the closed windows. She was stuck in a room with her sworn nemesis, Emile Janvier and her best friend, Mary MacDonald, who, Heaven knows how, had managed to sleep in this horrible blizzard.

Remus and Lily were in the art gallery, painting and talking happily. Frank must be in the music room. You see, when the blizzard arrived, Professor Eloise Adnet ordered everyone to get into a habitable room closest to them, which shall be locked magically and would open only after the blizzard had passed. Great. Oh joy. Cheers. This was the best day of her life.

At last, Clara Hubert came out of the bathroom, and her presence instantly made Marlene relax. Clara may swear a lot, be very loquacious and verbal, but she had a soft, blessed soul. Oh dearest blessed Clara! All hail Her Highness!

"Soooo," Clara dragged out the word, "dearest Ley, I guess you had to explain how the hell did you think of cheating on Mr. British-French speaker with his best mate?"

Marlene froze. Literally. Her hands stopped tracing the design on her white pants and she may have leaned slightly towards Clara and Emile.

"Oh gosh, c'mon," Emile let out a soft sound, Marlene had forgotten how much she envied that laugh. Only Lily could rival the voice of Emile Janvier. "He was smoking hot, dude. I nearly kissed him at that bar, but he was far too loyal to Sirius. Pushed me away, he did! The nerve of him! And then, the next say, Sirius seemed a little too distant. I fucked up really, but James Potter did have nice lips. Full and apple red."

Marlene's left eye twitched violently.

"Whoa there, that was fucking dirty stuff, girl." Clara actually sounded impressed. The nerve of these girls!

"I guess French people we have to do for now," Emile let out a breathy, disappointed and overly-emotional sigh.

"One who isn't take, thank you very much." Marlene's eyes made a slow roll in their sockets, shaking her head.

"Said something, McKinnon?" Clara looked at her curiously.

"Nah, just an old saying my grandma used to say about blizzards," Marlene lied spectacularly.

A/N: ig I hate Emile Janvier too...and like sorry for updating in 6 days. A friend of mine left wp and my mum's health is not exactly fine. She's a patient of high blood pressure and recently its been VERY high. She's been feeling dizzy and refuses to eat. I'm just worried. It completely slips my mind that I have to update. Sorry again people. Take care and stay safe.

Love,
~Aurora♡

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