vindemiatrix- the fifth marauder

chapter 2

potter manor, 1 september 1976

vindemiatrix' pov

"padfoot! i swear to merlin, if you are not out of the bloody bathroom in 5 seconds, i will cut all of your hair off!" i yell, banging on the door of our shared jack-and-jill bathroom. sirius, being the diva he is, locke both of the side doors and his bedroom door, with an anti- spell gaurd on them.

"v, dear," mrs. potter said from the other side of my bedroom door, "james' bathroom is completely open, if you need to shower."

"thank you mrs. potter," i said walking away from the door," but don't think i won't cut you hair, sirius," i threatened while walking to my bed and grabbing my clothes for the day. i then walked passed mrs. potter, who hugged me and said, "good morning love, and what did i say? you are to call me mum or euphemia, not mrs. potter."

"of course, i'm sorry," i said, not used to the sweetness in her voice, in comparison to that of my own mother. i had lived with the potters since last year but it still felt unnatural. 

i continued on to james' room to see a still snoring james. i walked around his piles of dirty laundry and inventions and piles of merlin knows what to the bathroom. after my shower, i put on my outfit consisting of a blue mini skirt and a pastel pink, yellow, green, and blue off the shoulder, sheer crop top. realizing my hair care products were being held hostage by sirius, i ventured through a now awake, hungover, james' room. 

"what time is it?" he asked, voice hoarse.

"9:30," i start, "your mum is just stating breakfast."

"ok," james responds, starting to get out of bed. i walk back to my room, put my pyjamas on my bed then see the bathroom door open. yes! sweet victory, i think to myself before going inside to see an arse-naked sirius.

"what?" he yelled, "mum said you went to james' bathroom!" he yelled before grabbing a towel to cover himself.

"well i did, and i finished my shower," i began saying, "but hey what is better to wake up to than your hard dick," i concluded, seducing him, which had obviously worked, which i realized when he dropped the towel and came over to me, pushing me to the ground. i of course gave him what he wanted, but just a quicky. 

see this had happened many times over this summer, sirius got a bit, lets say, lonely, and i helped him out a bit. nothing ever became of it because, a. we are best friends, and b. i prefer girls.

i then stood up, and left the toilet portion of the room and headed to the vanity, starting to dry  and comb my short hair and bangs, then did my makeup, which was really just mascara and some sunscreen. 

"james, sirius, v! time for breakfast." mrs. potter, no, mum, called from the kitchen, which was down a back set of stairs and through a back hallway. there was a chorus of yes, mum and ok, from the rooms beside me. we all raced down the stairs and through that hallway to see mum and dad, sitting at the table, which held a full breakfast, beans and all. 

"so kids," dad began, " are you all ready for your sixth year?" 

our three responses varied from my flat out no, james' sort of, and sirius' hopeful absolutely. mum and dad chuckled a bit before continuing the conversation which carried throughout breakfast. when we finished, the house elves met us in the foyer with our three trunks. each of us grabbed our shoes and put them on. james, his favorite dirty white and red nike trainers, which matched his outfit of a white shirt under a red jacket and jeans. sirius, on the other hand, put on his beaten up doc marten 1460s, which were paired with black jeans and a very loose, wrongly buttoned black and white short sleeved polo. he, of course, wore his gold chain and his black and gold rolex, which was the first thing he bought last year from the money from his favourite uncle's inheritance. i, then put on white go-go boots and grabbed my favourite sunglasses, which i got at a muggle music festival i attended with an american muggle girl i had a slight fling with over the summer.