We'll figure it out /Marauders Era

4. The Aftermath of the Fateful Night

"What? No way! Sirius Black has it? Disgusting," said Olivia Green to her friend Olivia Pond. "Who did tell it to you?"

Olivia Pond tossed her head and spread her blond hair around her neck. "Florence said it, she heard it from Dorcas, I think. Or maybe from Talkalot?"

"How can be possible that Talkalot know about something, she is Slytherin and Black... Oh, I get it," grinned Olivia to another Olivia. "How many girls should go to check to the Hospital Wing?"

"I think less than eight, Black couldn't sleep with more than eight girls," Olivia was right.

"I bet ten girls. Three Galleons? I dare you."

"Fine, till the end of the day, eight girls will come to the Hospital Wing because of Black's hygiene problem. You say ten, I say eight. We will see," said Olivia.

They glanced on each other and burst out laughing. "Do you think she slept with him?" Olivia pointed on beautiful girl from fifth year.

"She? Definitely, look at her hair. She is whore. Look, look, look, she wants to control her vagina but there are people around her. Oh yeah, she become mad and angry. And now... Puff!"

"Okay, one girl goes to the Hospital Wing. We should check there. Go for Florence and I will watch the number of girls," Olivia knew about Florence would be mad if she wasn't involved into it.

"Oh, here you go, Talkalot. We will see each other until the end of the day. I bet on you, you definitely had sex with Black," she murmured to herself when she saw Lucinda Talkalot, the Slytherin sixth year.

"Hey, Mary!" Olivia screamed on Mary Macdonald. "Did you hear that?"

***

"Oh shit, you had Jennifer Easton?" James asked surprisingly. "Wow, I though you liked blondes."

"Shut up, Prongs. I don't want to talk about my sex life with you. Why every girl looks at me like that? Did I something wrong?"

"Don't care, eat before I will eat your bacon," James waved his hand. "By the way, are you still mad at me because of yesterday?"

Sirius sighed. "It was long day and everything went wrong. I think we should forget about everything. We're good?"

James smiled and nodded. "What about Peter?"

"What what about Peter?" repeated Sirius.

"Is he still mad at us for no reason or did he keep calm?" he looked around. "I think, he is still mad. Look, he sits with fifth years. Davey and Dirk are fine but... I don't get it. Did we say something wrong?"

Sirius sighed again. "James, you should grow up."

"Like you did, or Peter or Remus did? That's the reason why are you not funny anymore? You all grew up?" James said it mad and disappointed. "I don't think I want this."

"Hi, Sirius," Dorcas waved on him. "How are you feeling with this terrible infection?" she sounded like a winner of competition on funeral.

"Infection?"

"Yes, the terrible infection of your, you know, your little friend down there," she pointed on his trousers. "And every girl who had sex with you has to be upset because she has to go to the Hospital Wing to check if she has it too. It must be hygiene problem, can you have it from your hygiene behaviour or from some girl?"

"Meadowes," he stood up angrily and tried to kill her with knife from strawberry jam. "If you did this, I swear to all Gods that..."

"I did what? I did nothing, Sirius," she blinked at him with stupid smile on face. "I just heard that you have problem and I want to help because you are my friend. Although, I think that girls might be more careful on you now."