Adopted. Yay! I think. (Team Crafted Fanfic)

My beautifully sucky home

"I'm bored!" I drawled to Mitch.

He looked at me exasperatedly, his sandy blonde bangs falling into his bright sapphire eyes. "Really? We've been locked up in her for three days and now your bored?" I nod casually and he sighs.

"Go ask James to wrestle or something. I'm trying to brake us out of here." Was his short reply, as he turned back to the iron doors.

"Jaaaaaaaaaames!" I called in a sing-song voice. "Wanna wrestle?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Ahh, there's that prideful smirk. He isn't exactly arrogant, but he deffinately prides himself.

He's skinny like the rest of us in this lovely little hellhole, but he's deffinately strong. He looks almost the exact opposite of Mitch, black hair instead of blonde, dark gray eyes instead of bright blue, and an prideful smirk etched into his face.

I stretched my limbs, and I stood up the same time as James, and we began to circle around each other like they do in the movies.

James made te first move, and dove for my legs. I dodged it, and leapt on his back. This play went on for about three hours, when Mitch hissed at us.

"Guys! She's coming." We froze. Ray had gotten into the wrestling too. We all untangled in a hurry and stood up straight in a line like mini soldiers.

Just a little backround info, we're best friends. Our nickname, the Marauders, was derived from the Harry Potter Marauders. Ironically enough, Janes would be James Potter, I would be Sirius Black, Mitch would be Remus Lupin, and Ray is a mix of Remus and Sirius, since Peter was an ass. I don't have any friends that are girls, since here, their all stuck up. No wonder no one adopts them.

The iron door flung open without warning, and crashed into Mitch. We looked on worriedly and he waved us off, rubbing a sore cheek.

Like a massive vulture, she swept into the room. Me and James hid our near silent snickers.

If you want to know what she looks like, let's just say imagine a female Serevus Snape with more greasy hair, and worse looking. The only difference was how much better Snape looked, the hair, and instead of robes, she wore an official buisiness dress.

We all silently snickered at her brooding appearance.

"You filthy animals! Get showing now! We unfortunately need to showcase children since someone's coming. Go along little bitches. Get showering." She sprayed us with spittle. Ewwww.

"Some of us are boys here. Generally you call girls bitches." I muttered as James, Ray, and Mitch stifled laughter.

Unfortunately, she heard me.

SLICE

My sight went red as I stumbled backwards, a throbbing pain in my forehead. Whatever did that, it was sharper than nails.

Her ring. Her blasted diamond ring.

Whatever us children owned, she sold to make money so she could buy nice thing. She doesn't even like children!

A burning pain raking my left cheek, and I knew that another deep gouge would be joining my fading scars. I heard something dripping the floor.

"Now get going, filthy freaks!" I could hear her stomping down the hallway in her high heels.

"You okay?" I blinked the blood out of my stinging eyes. I saw the them looking at me, worry etched in their faces.

"You okay? Does it hurt? She made seven bruises and four lacerations." Mitch and his big words.

"I'm fine!" I leapt up to my feet. "As long as I get fed! Now let's skip off to the showers shall we?" Without waiting for a response, I laughed and skipped down the hall, ignoring the pains in my face.

"How does she do that?" I heard Ray asking in disbelief.

Being cheerful? It's a gift.

A gift that only I have here in this hellhole we are forced to call home.