The Marauders: Year One (female)

57. Leg Elbows 8.12.

Sirius slumped against the table and rubbed her eyes, feeling like the living dead.

On the contrary, Jamie strutted around the table, whistling and chatting to students of all years, and trying to get involved in a Hufflepuff Sixth Year's Doxy Dropping powder pyramid scheme.

Sirius stated at the back of her damp, freshly-showered head, feeling nothing but pure hate as she remembered how Jamie had awoken her at six with her loud and incessant yodelling in the shower.

Then, she'd spotted Sirius looking like a corpse in her slumber, and she'd pulled Sirius' blankets off her, and blasted her with a jet of water. And then she'd dropped her towel by accident which had ended in a lot of screaming and awkwardly avoiding eye-contact for a good while after.

She jumped when she felt an elbow jab her in the side. 'Bloody hell, Evans!' she exclaimed. 'Come off it.'

'Don't be so grumpy, Black,' said Lillian cheerfully, reaching for the eggs.

'Don't bleeding tell me what to do,' muttered Sirius, slumping her head on her arms.

'Oooooh, somebody didn't get out of bed the right side this morning!'

'I didn't get out of either side, actually,' Sirius said. 'Jamie sort of hosed me down and pulled my blankets off, and then dragged me out of my bed from the bottom. And then I saw hers when she dropped the towel she was wearing, and all was chaos.'

Lillian winced, and stopped trying to annoy Sirius. 'Fair enough, mate.'

'I'll be needing several therapists now after seeing Potter naked. Not that I didn't need them anyway.'

Lillian patted her shoulder sympathetically, and continued shovelling eggs in his mouth.

Mason stared at empty space. 'Do you ever think about how our legs are like really long fingers that we walk on, and how knuckles should be called finger-knees?'

Frankie frowned at him. 'Not really, but I think that knees should be called leg knuckles instead.'

'Leg elbows,' said Marius.

'No, elbows are just arm knuckles,' added Jamie, swooping in on them, leaning on Alex, who shot her an irritable look.

'Unless you go with the thought that knuckles are finger elbows,' said Mason wisely.

'Shut up, all of you!' exclaimed Sirius, holding her head.

'That's open for discussion.' They all looked up as Fabian Prewett sat down heavily in the seat beside them, looking harassed. 'But me going to old Sluggy's Slug Club is not.'

Jamie clicked her tongue. 'He's been trying to recruit you? Shame. After he sees me in my first Quidditch match he'll be chasing me down, for sure. Got any tips on how to stay safe?'

'You won't have to worry if your head gets so big you can't get on a broom,' chimed in Lillian.

Fabian pressed his lips together, and tried his best not to laugh as Jamie wrinkled her nose at him.

'Oi!' Marius hissed. 'Sluggy's over there.' He pointed over to where Professor Slughorn was coercing a Ravenclaw into accepting an invitation.

Fabian scanned the hall frantically, avoiding looking at the Slytherin table. His hair was wild, and he looked disheveled.

'Isn't that Sarah Jenkins?' asked Sirius, squinting. 'Minister's neice, isn't she?'

Fabian nodded absently. 'In my year. Nice girl.'

'Oh! He's seen you,' warned Jamie as Slughorn started to waddle over.

'I'm out, ladies,' said Fabian dramatically, before chucking a Dungbomb, and escaping in the chaos. All of them coughed and choked as McGonagall yelled and ushered everybody out of the hall.