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Chapter 27 : I'm Talking About Change
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I'm talking about change
You really want to see the way
But if you want to see
Then you need to settle down
"This is the most boring thing I’ve ever done," I complained, getting off the plush, red couch and walking over to the window. I opened it and dramatically cried. "This is the end of me! I can’t take it anymore." I sobbed dramatically. "I can’t go on!"
My body was half-way out the window before I was jerked back inside by my sleeve. "Get in here, you immature idiot."
The unfortunate part was that the ‘immature idiot’ part was not a compliment, at least, not coming from Darren. I was supposed to have been helping him learn things and applying myself; I may have been failing slightly.
"Come on, I may be absolutely brilliant, but I can’t teach myself mammal transfiguration," Darren pointed out as he lightly pushed me back onto the couch.
I grumbled and threw the textbook at him.
"Hey, no violence over there," Sirius yelled from across the room.
"Fine," I grumbled, taking the book back from Darren who handed it nicely to me. "Mammal to mammal transfigurations are often regarded as some of the most difficult magic. This is because. . . . "
Darren looked at me, exasperated, and I threw up my hands in the air. "I’m sorry. I just can’t do it!"
To prove this, I put the book down and got up and stood on the couch, and began bouncing up and down, jumping around a bit. A grin formed on my face. This was so much more fun. Unfortunately I was so preoccupied with bouncing that I barely registered Darren pulling out his wand and flicking it side to side.
But this became all too apparent when I came down on the cushion and rebounded about a metre and a half too high into the air. Flying upwards with unexpected momentum, I smashed my head on the smooth white ceiling, before falling back down and onto the hard floor right next to a solid glass table.
"Shit!" Darren said. He jumped up and leaned over me. "You alright?"
"Just peachy," I groaned, rubbing my head. "Dude, what did you do?"
"I made a bouncy cushion."
Sirius, by this time, had wandered over. "Dude, what did you do?"
"You know, Anna just asked me the same question." Darren commented with raised eyebrows.
Sirius turned to me, expecting an answer.
I rolled my eyes at him, as if it were obvious. "He made a bouncy cushion."
Sirius shook his head.
"Alright, that’s it. I give up," I said, rolling over. "We’ll try again tomorrow. G’night."
I stumbled up to my feet, and trudged up to the Seventh year boys’ (plus me) dormitory on a very tender right ankle that cracked and clicked unnaturally every time I stepped on it. "Ow," I muttered.
By the time I got to the top of the spiraling staircase I was practically crawling. I crashed onto my bed and closed my eyes until I heard the door open and shut once again. "How’d it go?" I asked immediately, wondering about the prank.
"Good, I think," Sirius replied, and he lay on his bed, directly next to mine. He was quiet for a short while. "How’d studying go?"
I did not hear Sirius; I was already asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I rolled out of bed, and cried out in pain as soon as my right foot hit the ground. I crumbled to the ground and hugged my ankle.
"Something wrong, love?" Sirius asked, appearing above me immediately. Talk about fast reaction.
I nodded, pouting my lip. "Besides from the fact that my ankle feels like it’s been trampled on by a horde of centaurs, there’s also the fact that you’re bright and early and awake at-" I checked the clock at my bedside, "seven in the morning!" I said, outraged. That was an hour earlier than we usually woke up. "So, why am I awake!?" I asked..
"Well," Sirius answered, bringing out his wand and performing a quick spell on my ankle (I sighed in relief as the pressure and pain went away.) "I wanted to be awake to see the effects of our prank, and to make sure you don’t walk into it."
"Oh," I said, getting up. Fair enough.
Sirius nodded. "Well, I’ve got to go find my fellow Marauders. But, whatever you do, don’t be the first one to step out of the common room this morning."
I looked questioningly at Sirius but took his advice. You always took Sirius’s advice when it came to such things.
And that was precisely the reason, why an hour later as I was lying on the couch, and Darren went to leave the common room, I said simply "Wouldn’t do that if I were you."
He turned around to look at me, confused. "Why not?"
I shook my head. "Don’t actually know; Sirius told me."
Apparently Sirius was a force to be reckoned with, because Darren came and sat next to me on the couch. "Last night, after you went to bed, I read that chapter on the mammals; I think I’ve got it."
I nodded, wondering how to respond to this. "Good?"
"Yeah, good. It means you don’t have to teach me, just help me perfect it."
I nodded again, still not positive that this was a good thing or a bad thing. "Uh, Yay?"
"Yes, yay," he replied, rolling his eyes.
I was about to ask if he wanted to try it out now when an ear-splitting squeal was heard from just outside the portrait of the Fat Lady, in the corridor. I jumped up, Darren on my trail, and we ran to the portrait. I looked outside to see one of the older Gryffindor girls (who else could scream that high, besides any of the Marauders, of course) floating in a pool of water. Upon further inspection, after I stuck my head out into the corridor, I saw that the entire Seventh floor was filled, at least two metres up, with clean, clear water.
"Holy shit," I heard Darren whisper behind me.
"That’s my Marauders," I told him in an undertone. "Well, ready for a swim?"
Darren looked at me incredulously, as I levitated my bag of books onto the staircase (which was the only thing that did not appear to be covered in water) down the corridor before pocketing my wand and jumping into the water. "CANNONBALL!"
The water splashed around me and I swam the down a hundred meters to where the entrance to one of the most convenient secret corridors in the school was. I tapped the intricate portrait of a flower vase seven times, and it swung open immediately.
I pulled myself up before levitating my books back to me. I crawled completely into the passageway and found myself just outside the Great Hall in a minute. This area, too, was completely covered in deep water. I left my books safe and dry in the passage and swam quickly to the Great Hall. The doors were ajar, but there was no water flowing in. Leave it to the Marauders to leave the place with the food completely dry. I noticed only four other people in the Great Hall. How convenient.
"This might possibly be the greatest prank ever thought up," I congratulated the Marauders as I came and sat next to them, grinning wide. I quickly gestured to my soaking wet self. "Someone want to help?"
Remus smirked and pulled out his wand and did some fancy, non-verbal spell. I was dry in less than a minutes time.
"How long do you think it’ll be before McGonagall gets herself down here and eats us alive?" Sirius asked, tucking in to some bacon.
"I’d give her seven minutes," I said.
I overestimated. Only a minute later (she was getting better reaction times these days) found a sopping wet, extremely angry looking McGonagall stomping towards us from the doors of the Great Hall. I ducked under the table; I had honestly never seen McGonagall that angry before. And that included the time that the Marauders flew her flannel underwear from a flagpole.
She arrived in front of the four troublesome boys and stumbled over her words for nearly a minute. "Trouble- stup-idiot . . . water-ma-ma-ma."
I was sincerely afraid that dear Minnie would explode. It was quite possible that she would have, had Lily Evans not entered the Great Hall at that minute. She quickly dried herself off, then started towards us in a confident stride.
Come on, Evans, I thought. Once you yell at them they’ll have no chance of an alibi.
"You left your work in the common room last night; I figured you’d want me to bring it to, after all that hard work."
James looked as confused as I felt. We all knew that he had not done any work last night.
"Sirius, Remus, Peter; you guys as well. I’ve got all of your essays too."
"You mean, these boys were doing their assignments last night?" the red-faced McGonagall finally spoke, finding her voice.
Evans nodded in affirmation. "Yup. Straight from seven to past midnight; i was helping them all out in Charms."
Every single person in the Great Hall knew who was responsible for that prank; but with the essays as proof, and Evans as their alibi, Minnie could not prove that the Marauders were behind it. They had outsmarted her, plain and simple. McGonagall glared at everyone (including me, where I was still trying to hide under the table) before stomping off towards the High Table, where Dumbledore had just appeared at from a side door. He was dripping wet and had a huge grin on his face. Typical.
"I can’t believe it," I whispered excitedly, coming out from my hiding spot and bumping my head on the table in the process. "Your best prank ever, and you’re not even getting in trouble for it."
None of the Marauders said anything, but looked expectantly at me and Evans. I pretended to play innocent, but they continued staring, and finally I groaned, turning towards the person who I reluctantly admitted was the saviour of the prank. I smirked, knowing that before Evans would sit even slightly well in my books, she had to pass a final test.
Placing a casual look on my face, I held out my hand. She smiled at me and went to take it, but I pulled it back suddenly as if thinking of something and spit on it.
You know how boys always do that spitting handshake?
I put my hand back out to Evans. All of a sudden, her look of content turned to disgust. If Evans could get past her disgust with my spit, then she was worthy of taking James to the party (which I was very excited about), and, possibly, me calling her by something other than her last name.
Evans cringed and closed her eyes as she reached out her hand once again. (But not before spitting on her own hand to even the playing field.)
She gingerly took mine for barely a second before letting go and wiping her hand on her robes. I smirked at her once again. "What’s happenin’, Lily?"
A/N: So, after one of my lovely reviewers asked me, I decided to give you all a mental picture of Darren, just in case you haven't yet created one yourself. Darren looks like a bit of a cross between Heath Ledger (in Ten Things I Hate About You, not as the Joker) and Hayden Christianson (in Star Wars: Episode III.) Just in case anyone was curious.
A/N2: Sorry 'bout the long wait again; I know the chapter's a bit short, but the next one is really really long, so hopefully that'll make up for it. I'm going to be away for a week; it'd be totally awesome to come home to a bunch of reviews, and maybe a question or two on my Meet the Author. *hint, hint* *wink, wink*
A/N3: As always, thanking the lovely wheresmyedward.
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