Denial is First Step to Acceptance

10. In Everything But Blood

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hope it's good, it kinda focuses on Sirius for this chapter, but yeaps. uhm, i have no idea whether theyre meant to know mobiliarbus at this age, but meeh right? thats not important :D

The Christmas feast was today so us marauders decided to help carry the trees for Hagrid.

“Thanks really you guys, really need tha’ help.”Hagrid grunted as he lifted the eighth tree. “you four can grab the las’ o’ ‘em.”

The four drew out their wands and said “Mobiliarbus.”

The trees floated a few inches and followed the marauders as they tranced Hagrid’s steps to the great hall. They reached the great hall and Hagrid instructed them on where to place it.

“They did a good job this year eh Hagrid?” James said, staring up at the towering trees they had just placed.

“Yer right abou’ tha’” Hagrid said, a small smile visible behind his great beard. “The feast is goin’ to be delicious, as usual”.

After the marauders said bye to Hagrid, they left the great hall and all decided on playing snow wars, two versus two.

“I'm with Moony on the Snow war!” James yelled to the others. “Last one to the tree is a doxy egg!” and they all sprinted to the beech tree, Remus being last, because he was walking the rest of the way, reading Romeo and Juliet.

“So you leave me with the weakling?”  Sirius said, jerking his yeah at me.

“I'm not a weakling, so stereotypical Sir. Padfoot!” I said folding my arms and showing my back to him.

I felt Sirius’s arms go around my waist and his head rested in my shoulder.

“I'm sorry gorgeous” Sirius whispered in my, putting his most sexiest voice on.

“stop! It tickles!” I said, squirming as I tried to get out of Sirius's grasp.

“Not until you forgive me princess Swifty!” Sirius said in a sing-song voice, suddenly hoisting my over his shoulder.

“My skirt! Pull my skirt down Padfoot! Down!” I screamed, giggling at the same time.

“What happened to the sir?” Sirius said in mock sadness.

“Please? I forgive you? Pull down my skirt!” I repeated, now thumping him on the back, which made no affect what so ever.

“Why should I gorgeous? When it’s a lovely sight right there” siirus said cheekily, but he put e down all the same.

“AHEM! Shall we start the game soon?” Remus asked, looking up to the sky, while James next to him pretended to fume.

So the game started, and to cut things short, the Greyfoots won and the Jamus lost. By twenty. Nine.

“never knew you were one to be Queen of snow gorgeous.” Sirius said, as the four trooped  up to the castle to eat at the Christmas feast.

“that was my warm up, your knightliness” I grinned.

The Christmas feast looked as good as Hagrid said, there were crackers every few feet along the table, and behind the teachers table, was the towering lion of Gryffindor.

“Students, and teachers, may I call out the results: in fourth place, is Hufflepuff, with 234 points. In third, is Slytherin, 312. In second, Ravenclaw, with 578, and in first place, with 599, is GRYFFINDOR!” Dumbledore said, reading off a bit of parchment he held in his hands.