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Chapter 6 : New Years
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The first few weeks at Hogwarts seemed to be running quite smoothly, well, as smoothly as you could get with the marauders about.
In fact, the year almost seemed to be flying by from Felicia and Stacy’s point of view. It was already New Years Eve.
“Ahh!” Stacy and Fe screamed in unison while dropping the books they were studying, “James, will you please put those frigging party horns away already! I mean it’s not even the New Year yet! It is nine!!!”
James just stared at Stacy, as if she was the insane psycho maniacal one and he was normal.
Lily, who was acting like this was a normal tradition in her life said, “This is the crap you have to deal with from these idgets on New Year’s Eve, and pretty much any other day for that matter…”
“Ugh, great, I can’t study then.” Stacy slammed her book, 1000 Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them, shut and tossed it on the floor aside and crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.
“I suppose they don’t sleep and go simply insane when the ball drops too, right?” Felicia asked, removing her eyes from the book in her hand.
“What? Ball drop?” Wow, Americans sure do have odd customs, Lily thought.
“You know?! The ball. In New York City, oh wait… England, dang it. Never mind.” Wow the Brits don’t know much about what goes on in other parts of the world Felicia pondered.
“Actually I never heard ---“, Lily began, but sadly we will never find out what she was going to say because James and Sirius plopped on the couch she was sitting on, one on each side of her.
“You know,” James started, “Us Brits, we don’t know about you Yankees all that much, care to tell?”
After James made this comment, or well, question, Stacy and Fe began conversing to each other quietly whispering something about, ‘fourth and seventh year’.
“Um, I hate to break your guys’ personal conversation thing going on, but what the bloody heck are you talking about this time?” Sirius scratched his head, almost as if a dog would.
“The Lily Evans Acceptable Comment Inspection Test, or LEACIT, I mean we wouldn’t want to offend her or anything.” Felicia said proudly, raising her voice, standing up from her seat, posing, with one fist in the air. Many of the people in the common room focused her attention on her at that moment wondering what the heck she was doing.
“What?!” James thought, Hmmm… maybe by knowing this it will help me show my dearest love that she digs me like every other female living organism on this planet, or well UNIVERSE! Most could tell he was thinking of some sneaky diabolical plan that marauders usually think of…
Sirius, nearly being able to read James’ mind by this point, seeing what could come and wanting to save him from embarrassment, changed the topic, “So, in America, what do you wild ones do around there?”
“And to answer that we will probably need to know how much you already know about America!” Stacy said in her baby voice, one similar to the voice dog owners use when talking to there faithful pet.
“I doubt that is much Stacy,” Lily added, although pretending she wasn’t at all interested in their conversation.
“Yeah, I bet. So, Sirius, James, what do you know?
He sat there, shockingly it appeared as if he was thinking, “Uh… well… there are muggles dressed as mice walking around in heavy suits in extremely warm weather.”
“Yeah, and dumb surfer guys”
“Dumb guys you say?” Lily laughed, “Sounds more similar to England then I would have guessed…”
Sirius, ignoring the last comment targeted at him, rolled his eyes and added, “Isn’t there odd sorts of food too?”
Stacy rolled her eyes, wow talk about stereotyping, “Yeah, well mice don’t walk around in suits normally, there’s no surfers where we live, unless they’re stupid enough to surf Lake Michigan (And yes I’m sure they still do exist, and don’t even consider trying it Fe!), and hot dogs and hamburgers, the ‘odd sorts’ of food, aren’t all that bazaar compared to pumpkin juice, honestly. Haven’t you ever heard of a Diet Coke?”
“Diet Coke…” Felicia moaned while tossing her head back, “Wow, I miss that stuff, I bet you do too Stacy. Accio Diet Coke.”
“Thanks, I do miss this…” Stacy sighed.
“Oh! What does this taste like?!” Sirius snatched the beverage from Stacy and began to chug it, “…Bubbly…Fizzy…Sensation! I dig, as you Americans would say. I love this stuff, get me more!” Sirius let out a rather large unpleasant belch.
Lily, being extremely grossed out, answered his question, “Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“Moving on… so what else about America do you desire to know?”
James was still trying to act somewhat intelligent, although he wasn’t succeeding, “I don’t know. Give me some of the basics.”
Stacy smirked, “Well, the declaration of Independence was signed in 1776 by…”
Felicia giggled, she was used to her sarcasm and realized others weren’t so much, “I don’t think he meant it like that.”
“Well, we are literal people, we ‘Yankees’, as they say. We need to know what you want to know, and Sirius, I’m locking those ten cases of Diet Coke in my dormitory!”
“Good idea Stacykins, Don’t worry Sirius, I’ll bring you some perhaps another time if you really want some that much.” Fe said to Sirius.
“About America,” James continued, “Michigan, you say? Well what do you guys do there?”. Attempting to act scholarly he tilted his glasses down a bit, so they barely balanced on his nose, and began to stroke his chin.
“Nice try Potter, I bet you don’t even know where Michigan is!” Lily enjoyed deflating Potter’s egotistical head every moment she was offered.
“Sure I do! It’s obviously the one shaped like a boot.”
“Dude.” Stacy gently slapped her forehead, “that’s Italy.”
Fe, who couldn’t take much more, began laughing hysterically, “Michigan…is… a …
mitten… not… a … boot!”
Poor James turned red, “Um… well I’m going to go party since you guys are just sitting here studying on a national holiday!” As James left, Sirius obediently followed his master.
As soon as he was out of earshot Stacy whispered to Fe, “Wow Fe, he is worse then Jo warned us”
“Yeah, quite full of himself”
Lily watched the guys, or well one of them, leave and then came out of her trance, not that she was thinking of anyone in particular, “Wait, who is this Jo you keep referring to?”
“Just the person who sent us here from… our old school. And… taught us all that background knowledge. Fun stuff.” Fe stuttered.
“Uh, yeah that,” Stacy picked up her book, “You know he is pretty close to I…ZUVIE GIRL wrote him in her stories.
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