The Marauders: Year One (female)

25. Bloody Umbitch

Remus woke to the sound of yelling.

'There are pubes on this, yellow pubes!' Jamie was roaring, furiously brandishing a slippery bar of soap in her hand at Petra, waving madly at her dull blonde locks.

Petra squeaked and threw her pillow indignantly at Jamie. 'It's not mine! And besides we're eleven. No one has pubes yet.'

Jamie snorted. 'Well, if that wool farm you're cultivating on your chin is any indicator, then I'd say you've got quite the carpet down there, mate.'

Sirius snickered from where she was perched on the edge of her bed, watching the scene with great interest. Remus noticed that her gaze kept straying back towards her. She hoped the full moon hadn't aroused her suspicions again.

Sirius didn't seem at all inclined to deescalating the situation. 'I hear Dumbledore's putting in orders for a new fake beard,' she said, in a tone of mock earnestness. 'Maybe you could contribute a few of your whiskers.'

'Argh!' Petra stormed towards Jamie, and grabbed the soap. 'Where is it?' she screeched. 'There's no hair!'

She ran to the window, and threw it out forcefully, glaring at the others, and breathing heavily, her fists clenched tightly.

Frankie and Jamie ran to the window as several students in the courtyard below screamed at the UFO, and McGonagall yelled loudly at everyone.

Frankie whistled admiringly. 'Well, you've caused quite the fuss in the henhouse. Didn't know you had it in you, Pettigrew.' She clapped Petra on the back, as she headed to the toilets. 'Someone get a House-Elf to get us some new soap!'

Petra threw on the rest of her uniform, fuming, and then headed down the stairs, her tie not done, and her shoes on the wrong feet.

Remus shook her head, and sat up, stretching. She'd been expecting her cuts and bruises to sting and ache, so she was pleasantly surprised to discover that she felt nothing at all, and that her bruises had faded to nothing.

She took a cautious peek under her bandage, and gaped when she saw how clean the wound was. Of course, being a magical bite, it would have to heal the Muggle way, but somehow the process had been sped up. Remus looked around, to see Sirius watching her with bright eyes. She almost definitely had something to do with this.

Sirius nodded at her, before taking Frankie's place in the toilet.

It was odd, Remus mused. If it had been Sirius, then how had she performed the magic? It was well beyond what a First Year could do. Remus had thought the bandages she'd applied were alright, as she refused to continually bother Madam Pomfrey, but Sirius's healing magic was highly advanced.

She got ready quickly, and went down to breakfast with the rest of her dormmates, after making Jamie promise to apologise to Petra.

'All right,' Jamie had agreed grudgingly. 'But she still needs to really clean up after herself.'

Remus turned to her. 'What proof do you have it's her? It could have been me, for all you know.'

Sirius slunk up close to her, as they strolled into the Great Hall, and twirled one of Remus's tawny curls between her long fingers. 'I don't think so, sweetums,' she said in a sugary tone. 'Not the right colour. Not even close.'

'Well the two of you had better say sorry anyway!' exclaimed Remus, highly annoyed.

However, the two of them completely ignored poor Petra, who was sulking by the toast with Marius, and went on to have a thrilling conversation about the importance of staging a protest to allow First Years on the Quidditch team.