Madilin VanCourt: A Marauders Fanfic [COMPLETED]

Parting Ways

I woke up, still dressed in my clothes from the day before. I groaned into my pillow when I remembered I had an extra shift at the café today.

I threw on some new clothes and walked downstairs. Sirius was passed out on the couch. He was snoring. Loudly.

I made a pot of coffee and got a pack of sticky notes out of the junk drawer.

"Gone off to work, I'll be back at 3:30ish." I mumbled to myself while I wrote it down. I ripped off the sticky note and stuck it to his forehead.

I chugged the steaming cup of coffee as fast as I could and cringed at how strong it was. I didn't have enough time to put cream or sugar in it.

Whatever, coffee with sugar is for the weak, I tried to convince myself as the bitter liquid moved down my throat.

I grabbed my little purse and shoved my keys into my one of my shallow pockets.

Why do girls clothes have smaller pockets? I silently cursed all manufacturing companies as I walked down the stairs towards the street.

I could feel the keys poking into my thigh whenever I walked.

The alley was slightly less crowded this morning and I was incredibly thankful. Some days I can barely walk through the sea of people.

The café was mostly empty too. The only other people there were two waiters and a few customers.

I walked behind the counter and through the double doors into the kitchen. The smell of food in me and I walked deeper into the kitchens, towards the employee locker room.

I reached my locker and shoved all my stuff in it. I took out my apron and quickly tied it around my waist.

I'm not gonna bore you by retelling the entirety of my morning. Long story short, it was full of annoying people. One couple kept me at their table for fifteen minutes, trying to order things that weren't even on the menu.

By the time three o'clock came around, I had been at the café for eight, painful hours.

I went back to my locker and fished the tips for today out of my apron pocket. My total for the day was two galleons, seven sickles, and twenty eight knuts.

I sighed. Shitty tips weren't an uncommon sight for me. The most expensive thing on the menu was one galleon though so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

I heard that some of the waiters at the fancy restaurants down the street earn almost 30 gallons a night.

I stuffed the money into my purse and grabbed my keys.

I didn't bother folding up my apron as I threw it back into the locker and slammed the door. The clear blue skies had disappeared and had been replaced with dark grey clouds

I barely made it back to the flat before the skies opened up and it started pouring. I hurried up the stairs and unlocked the door.

I was immediately greeted by shouting.

"Mady! Would you please tell your incompetent boyfriend that he can't have his friends over!" Andy yelled.

"It's only one!" Sirius yelled back at her.

"I don't care! If I have to deal with anymore angsty teens I think I'll go crazy."

"I'm not angsty!" He yelled,

"Yes you are! You're angsty and a drama queen!" She retorted.

"Oh my god!" I yelled over the two of them. "Sirius, we'll meet James somewhere else."

Before he could say anything, I heard a knock on the door.

I rolled my eyes and went to open it up. It was probably a noise complaint from the neighbors.

I flung open the door, ready to deal with the bitchy old lady who lived next to us.

Instead it was two men in dark robes. "Ms VanCourt?" One of them asked. He had scars all over his face and it seemed like a chunk of his nose was missing.

"Who's asking?" I questioned.

"The Ministry of Magic." Said the other one. This one seemed kind of stuck up. He pushed me aside and walked into the apartment like he owned it.

"What the hell?" I said. "This is my house, you can't just waltz in here."

"Actually I can." He said and began inspecting the house. He took in the room and then walked over and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Take your slimy hand off me or I will rip off your arm and beat you with it." I threatened. He removed his hand gingerly and put it in his pocket.

The other one smiled at his discomfort.

"Now listen here, I don't know who gave you that attitude-"

"I don't know who put that stick up your arse." I retorted.

"Mady..." Warned Andy, "Don't make this worse."

I rolled my eyes and glared at the two of them.

The stuck up one seemed tired of the whole conversation. "Ma'am, we're gonna need to you to come with us."

"And go where, exactly?" I challenged him.

"The ministry of magic." He said as if it was obvious. "We have some questions for you."

"About what?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you until we get there." He said.

The scarred one scoffed, "Let's cut the chitchat. We need you to answer some questions about your family." He said in a deep voice.

He grabbed my arm and started to guide me towards the door.

"Woah, woah, woah! You can't just take her!" Sirius protested.

The scarred one glared at him. "We just need to ask a few questions. She should be back by tomorrow at the latest."

"What kind of questions?" I asked.

"We don't have time for this." I heard the stuck up one mutter under his breath.

"Who in the bloody hell even are you people?" I asked.

"Aurors, That's Alastair Moody and I'm-"

"Aurors? Why are you here? I haven't done anything."

Moody rolled his eyes, "it's not you Ms VanCourt... It's your family."

A/N for those who are wondering, one galleon is about ten dollars, one sickle is about 60 cents, and one knut is about 5 cents (according to Google that is). This chapter took forever to put up and I'm sorry. I've been super busy though lately and I just sort of forgot. I think I'll be able to get another chapter up within the next few days.