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Polychromatic by HarryPotter is my LIFE
Chapter 10 : We're Writing a Song That We Can Dance To
 
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Let's write a song that we can dance to
Cause they all wanna listen
Just to know how it sounds when
I do that thing you know that I do

-Mayday Parade

Over the next few months I would force the boys out of their beds and they’d have to move in with another of the guys.

Finally, one night, long after I had lugged my trunk into that room and mooned my old roommates on the way out; Remus had an idea. He pulled out one of his books and we spent five minutes watching him turn the pages of the book.

Finally, he pulled out his wand and cleared his throat. "Videor cubile," he said loudly and clearly. We all gasped as a fifth bed appeared between his and Sirius.

"Remus, I love you!" I claimed, running and giving him a giant hug before christening my new bed by jumping up and down on it.

"And this is our way of showing that we love you too, but not enough to get kicked out of our beds every night."

I smiled broadly and kept bouncing. "Hey, is tomorrow a Saturday?"

Remus nodded.

"Whohoo!" I made an extravagant jump from my new four-poster to Sirius, and continued to jump up and down, occasionally missing the bed and landing on Sirius’ legs.

"Ouch! Watch it, Anastasia, you might hit the jewels!"

I laughed and stopped jumping, instead, I collapsed on top of his legs. "What jewels?" Then, I burst out into laughter again and flew (yes, I actually flew. Well, not really, but I wish I did,) back to my bed and snuggled under the covers. "Night, my favourite, bestest, mates in the entire world."

There was a chorus of goodnights and we all fell asleep. The next morning, I did not wake up. It wasn’t until one in the afternoon that I was roused by an insistent Remus.

"Up, now," he insisted.

I grumbled and rolled out of bed. I found myself tangled in the sheets on the floor. I kicked furiously, lashing out on the restricting cloth. I grumbled and righted myself. I pulled my knickers out of my arse and shifted my short, blue, plaid pajama shorts.

I ran my fingers through my hair a few times and exited the room with dignity. Unfortunately I had to come running back and grab my red fleece blanket because it was cold.

I walked elegantly down the stairs (alright, more like my feet slipped and I slid the whole way down on my bum,) and came to a rest at the bottom.

"You alright?" Stephen, my classmate asked.

"Er, yes, I’m fine." He offered my a hand, which I took, and he pulled me up to my feet.

He looked like he wanted to say something, and then thought better of it. I suppose curiosity must have got to him, because he then asked (with a stress on the word boys,) "Can I ask why you were up in the boys dormitory?"

"That’s where I live," I explained, as if it was a simple matter, and continued off to take a seat next to Sirius on the couch.

"Morning, love," he greeted.

"I want hot chocolate," I said in reply. "And I’ve got detention later for, and I quote, 'impressing my bad values on younger students.'"

"Specifically?" he asked.

I smirked. "I may have slid down a banister with your golden snitch boxers on top of my head, yelling on about the secret relationship between Minnie and Dumbledore."

Sirius nodded as if it was a perfectly reasonable thing for me to do. "But there’s nothing in the rules against that!"

"That’s exactly what I told our beloved teacher! And then I told her she was just embarrassed that I had brought her secret to the public. And then she gave me detention for tomorrow as well."

"Tough luck," Sirius said with sympathy.

I nodded and stood up, leaving my blanket on the couch. I had begun to walk towards the fire, not even having taken three steps, when I heard Evans’ lovely voice.

"Can’t you keep your clothes on, Xanthis?"

I looked down at my shorts and black tank top I was wearing. "Last time I checked I was. You’re just jealous because you’d look like a pole with clothes on if you wore something like this."

Evans laughed in a very high-pitched, annoying manner. But other than that she was speechless.

"Yeah, that’s right, Evans. You and your AA cups can keep on walking."

She growled and turned on her heel, stomping up the stairs to her dormitory.

"That’s right, I win!" I turned around and let out of congratulatory kung-foo kick, just for fun. Unfortunately, the fun ended when I hit my foot on the fireplace, and the fuzzy black socks that I had been wearing caught fire. I screamed loudly and in a very high-pitched way. "Holy shit!"

Sirius jumped up from the couch. "Your foot! Your foot! Put it the fuck out! Someone help!"

"Use your wand, you twit!" I yelled angrily.

He pulled it out quickly and yelled, "Aquamenti!"

The flames that had engulfed my foot died down. "Ow."

"Wow, Anna, are you alright?" Stephen had seen the fiery foot and come running over.

"Yeah, I’m alright," I insisted. "Not having the most coordinated morning though."

"I noticed," he said, laughing.

"Yeah, she doesn’t normally set her foot on fire, if that’s what you were thinking," Sirius said.

"She fell down the stairs this morning too," Stephen said, laughing.

"Did she really?" Sirius was laughing now. "I thought you said you weren’t going to do that anymore."

"Yeah well it’s a hard habit to kick," I answered, laughing in spite of myself. I thought it was something that everyone should be able to do; laughing in spite of themselves, that is. "Hey, so we had an agenda, remember? Hot chocolate?"

Sirius nodded. "Mind if I join you?" asked Stephen.

"Not at all, lad," said Sirius, clapping the younger student on the shoulder. "Hey she didn’t happen to learn your name yesterday, did she?" he asked, pointing to me.

"Er, yeah, she did," Stephen answered, obviously not knowing why he was being asked.

"Oh, well she got very excited about this. She doesn’t generally know peoples’ names, you see," Sirius explained.

"Ah, well then I consider myself lucky," said Stephen, as the three of us left the common room. "You are aware," he asked me, "that you are leaving the common room with one sock, one barefoot, and clad in not very warm pajamas."

I surveyed myself for a moment before running back into the common room. I came back with my red blanket. Still only one sock, but, hey, you can’t have everything.

"My foot’s cold," I whined, about a minute into our journey to the kitchens.

"Well, you should have thought of that before you came out into the castle with only one sock on," Sirius scolded me.

Stephen was much more helpful. He took off his own sock and put his un-socked foot back into his shoe. "There you go, as long as it doesn’t gross you out too much. I know girls aren’t really into smell and grime and stuff."

I growled at him and he looked taken aback, because I actually growled. But then I smiled, thanked him and put the sock on my cold foot. I then proceeded to inform him that I prided myself on not acting at all feminine.

"That must be why I can stand to be in your presence for more than a minute."

I decided to take this as a compliment and simply smiled. The three of us chatted lightly and without conflict until we got down to the kitchens. Stephen looked on in amusement as Sirius tickled the pear, but his expression changed to shock when the portrait swung open to let us through.

We heard voices, but continued in, thinking they were of another student. We were wrong.

"Dumbles and Minnie, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-"

"Mr. Black!" Professor McGonagall screeched. She had, in fact, not been kissing Professor Dumbledore. She was, however, sitting at a table with him, and they had been engaged in what appeared to be an enjoyable banter.

Sirius smiled big and wide. "Detention, I’m guessing?"

"Deh-ja-vu," I whispered to Stephen.

"Two weeks, all three of you!" screeched McGonagall. Then she did a double-take. "Mr. Carol?"

"Er, yes?" said Stephen, awkwardly.

"I did not expect this of you," she said at a more normal volume, but with a much more disappointed tone.

Stephen didn’t say anything, just looked at the ground. I actually started to feel a bit bad for getting him into this. But, as they say, a little trouble never hurt anyone.

"And Miss Xanthis, an extra detention for inappropriate attire!"

"What is it with all of you people and my pajamas!"

For the first time, Dumbledore got up and walked over. He had three thermoses in his hands. "I believe you were looking for these," he said, and handed us the thermoses, which turned out to be filled with rich, creamy hot chocolate.

"Albus!" McGonagall cried.

"What?" he said serenely. "They made the trip all the way down here, they may as well get what they came for. Now, off with you lot."

Sirius, Stephen and I, each clutching our hot chocolate, slowly walked out of the kitchens. Then, once the portrait had closed behind us, we broke into hysterical laughter and ran all the way to Gryffindor tower.

___

"And it’s Potter with the Quaffle! Man, he sure does know how to fly," says Peter Pettigrew excitedly. "And that’s a Cleansweep 700 he’s riding, folks."

Urg, why do they let him keep commentating! There’s nothing about what’s going on in the game, I thought in slight frustration as a I swung the Beater’s bat to hit away a Bludger that was going straight for James’ head.

"Watch it!" Sirius called, coming to a stop next to me. "You almost missed that and it could have been James’ head!"

"I’m sorry if I don’t have the best hand-eye-coordination!" I yelled to him, as he took off once again.

"Well maybe you shouldn’t be a fucking Beater, then!" he screamed back.

I growled at him, even though I knew he couldn’t hear, and resisted the urge to swing my bat at his head. I supposed that he was still mad at me for forgetting that we had a match.

I had woken up that morning at ten o’clock for a ten-thirty match. The Marauders had gone down to breakfast, assuming that I had an alarm set; they all knew not to wake me before it was time.

Sirius came thrashing into the dorm, screaming about a match and me waking up. My first thought was that someone had set fire to the room with a match. Irrational, of course. But I dressed quickly and ran down to the pitch to an even angrier Captain James.

I snapped my attention back to the game in time to see a Bludger soaring towards me and Hufflepuff Chaser soaring towards the goal. I took aim, swung with all my might at the Bludger, and missed it. I groaned in frustration, but then saw the Bludger coming whizzing back past my face, towards the same Chaser I had planned to aim at.

I looked around for what sent it, and felt a rather rough blow to the back of my head, and saw Sirius’ arm sticking out as he sped past me. "Nice hit, Xanthis."

He was so going to get pummeled once this game was over.

"And the Gryffindor Seeker’s going after the Snitch!" Pettigrew said excitedly.

Finally, the kid commentates, I thought.

And with a giant bubble of hope for my redemption, I noticed the Hufflepuff Seeker gaining on ours. I sped towards the flying Bludger, and took aim. Knowing that I had to hit it, I swung back far, and concentrated hard. As the bat connected with the ball, I felt my entire arms vibrate, and the Bludger went speeding towards the two Seekers. I closed my eyes when I realized that the ball was as likely to hit our Seeker as it was Hufflepuff’s.

I opened one eye a crack, feeling like I was watching a horrific crash. I felt my breathing speed up, and I wondered if the rest of the stadium was seeing this moment as I did; a life and death situation. The Bludger hits the Hufflepuff Seeker, and James lets me live. It hits our Seeker, and I better move back to my old dorm if I don’t want to wake up dead.

And...

A blow to the Hufflepuff Seeker’s back. Thank. Godric.

Our Seeker grabbed the Snitch and there was an uproar from the Gryffindors. Polite clapping from the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, and booing from the majority of Slytherins. (Chances are, they would have booed either way.) But it didn’t matter, because I hit the Hufflepuff and was not going to get eaten alive by James.

The Gryffindors, us, the winners, took our victory lap around the pitch. Halfway through, we broke into our victory dance. A little arrogant and pompous, yes, but funny all the same. Especially since I had fallen off during it once the year before.

After the lap, we touched down. "Good match, team!" James said; it was odd to see him serious and taking responsibility after being with his immature self each and every day. "Take two days off, practice on Wednesday."

We grumbled, but accepted what it would be. James was a Quidditch obsessed fool, something we had known for a very long time. He would always, first and foremost, put Quidditch before his sanity. Not that he had any. . .

"Sirius, you arse!" I knocked him on the back of the head.

"Hey," he said, pushing his windswept hair out of his face. "It’s not my fault you shouldn’t be a Beater."

I stopped walking, and stood still, glaring angrily at him.

"Chill, fireball, I was kidding," he said.

I still stood at him, glaring. I believe my eye might have twitched a bit in annoyance. "Well if you’re so great, Sirius, why don’t you give me some tips!"

"Alright, maybe I will!"

"Alright then, let’s go!"

Just as I heard James call out something about a party in the common room, I took Sirius by the wrist and once we were both back in the middle of the pitch, we mounted our brooms and flew back into the air, still clutching the bats.

"Well," he said. "Your swing doesn’t really need work, but you’re not that accurate."

Oh my goodness, what did I get myself into?

We spent nearly three hours. Sirius throwing Bludger sized balls at me, and me having to hit them. And then, when I got good enough at that, Sirius let out the Bludgers.

Without fourteen players to go after, they were both going after us; I made Sirius put one away. The highlight of the day was watching him wrestle a ball that wasn’t even the size of his head, and the ball winning.

As much as a hated to admit it, Sirius’ helping had helped. I was never a bad Beater, just an inconsistent one; Sirius taught me how to be more accurate and take better aim.

Of course, my way of thanking him was punching lightly him and telling him not to interfere with my suckiness next time.

He just laughed and yelled, "Last one to the party’s a rotten egg!" He cheated; he was already five meters in front of me by the time he finished yelling.

A/N: Thank you so much, all of you guys! All of my readers and reviewers mean so much to me! And i just wanted to say that i hope you guys are still enjoying all this, because i know i am. Also, special thanks to hjplover, who has also reviewed all the chapters.


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