[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

YOU CAN TELL BY THE NOISE THAT,
THE BOYS ARE BACK AGAIN!



love is a weird thing. a serious pain in the butt, or a lovely thing? love can be both. if you’re one of those lucky people who have ever experienced the sweet side of love, then well done. yet most people have experienced the bitter side of it and won’t be going back, or only if there really sure. then theres those people who don’t fall head over heels in love…ever. they just carry on as the mean to go, and don’t really love at all, empty promises and lies are all they can offer. sirius black is one of those people, because he seems to, rather naively, believe everything will fall into place for him, and for now he can just carry on bed hopping. love’s so overrated for him, and it’s the girls that fall for him not him that falls for the girls. the world will end the day sirius orion black goes lovesick puppy like james potter. never, ever; well, never say never hey? sirius does want a wife and kids one day, kids that will hopefully follow in his amazing pathway. the pathway of no learning at all. sirius has only ever admitted to being in love once when he was five and there was this “really fit” girl at one of his mothers’ pure-blood parties. quite a scary thought seeing as the girl was only five, so technically that time doesn’t really count as love. james reckons he’s lying and must have loved one of the girls he’s slept with, but sirius can honestly say he has never felt that way. he’s never felt that head over heels insanely in love feeling like you’re floating on cloud nine thing. only in a friendly “having a laugh” way when he’s happy, never over some girl. he’s never really wanted to wait for a girl after class just to see her face, and he’s never wanted to just stare into a girls eyes because that’s all he’s bothered to see. sirius normally pukes at those sorta people. like when james is practically gluing his eyes to lily and doing that lovesick puppy way sirius just feels like smacking some sense into the plonker. he’s six bloody teen – no one’s in love at that age! especially not in sirius’s world.

and right now, sirius black’s world was quite a boring one. like tearing your hair out, bang your head on the walls bored. james had decided to ditch him + get his self in detention for the morning and he had no idea where the other marauders were. when sirius woke up that morning he had woken up to an empty dorm, quite depressing, and to find he had missed breakfast, more depressing. after getting dressed the lonely marauders had trudged down to an even lonelier common room. seriously, the room was empty and how lame for sirius – the boy who is never alone. there’s always someone out there to entertain him, possibly a girl (or two). so, what now? well, sirius black is one of those crazy annoying people who can’t really sit still properly without fidgeting. he has to fidget some how, he needs to bit his fingernails or bop his knees. he’s the boy in the back on class tapping his pen in the beat to the clock passing by wanting it to go faster so he can get out. the boy who sits in the common room listening politely to someone he doesn’t really want to listen to, so he cracks he fingers a lot or nods frantically trying to show his irritation. so being sat in silence on his own isn’t a great situation for sirius orion black. sighing, sirius ran a hand through his hair and blinked hard, his eyes still hadn’t focused after being sat there for so long. and another thing about sirius, when he sits with nothing to do he has to think instead – i know, right, sirius black thinking! spooky stuff. anyway, so he usually just sits there and worries or thinks about the most petty and idiotic things because his mind is too busy whirring and trying to find something to do. right now his thoughts were clouded with things like the upcoming quidditch games, how james was even more upset about lily’s rejections until he came to a well rounded sirius topic to think about. the marauders. calm down kids, he isn’t gonna go all mushy on you; the lads just bored! so even if none of the guys were around it didn’t mean sirius was banned from taking a nice trip down memory lane.

the meetings. ah, yes; the most asked question. so how did you guys meet? were you all pally from the start or have you been childhood friends? to be honest, sirius wanted to punch james’s grinning little face in the first time he met him. well, after the train ride that was. during the ride there were very large awkward silences in which the six teens sat their. lily + severus quietly discussing, james and sirius were fidgeting trying to think what to say; having never been this quite in their life + remus and peter just…sitting. james was going on and on and on about how he will convert sirius into a true kid not some weirdo black slytherin what he was supposed to be, this was after hearing his last name. he was a bit freaked out at first because eve sirius was worried at the chance he would end up in the only house he didn’t want to be in. so by the end of the train ride he was so racked with nerves he did actually think he would have punched james. then finally his troubles were over and off he was sorted into gryffindor along with the other three guys in their compartment and the red haired girl who james didn’t realize he liked right then because he was still at the stage were he thought girls had cooties. sirius did realize that the weird looking guy in their compartment with them named severus didn’t get sorted into gryffindor, but slytherin instead. sirius pitied the poor lad to begin with, but that feeling suddenly went away. after a few weeks of the four guys hanging out, going classes and spending generally a lot of time together it soon became apparent they would be friends for a long time. even though it was strange how the fours personalities differed so much, that probably helped keep them all sane. i mean, who wants someone they are the exact same as? because that would be boring. as much as people believe it also, he and james aren’t all the same really. it’s not like they do everything similar, they both like to prank and date but that doesn’t make them twins. james falls in love, sirius falls in lust. james likes to prank, sirius likes revenge. james has a happy family, sirius has the convicts of the wizarding world.

anyway, years and years later they still stand strong and proud as the marauders. even when moony revealed he was a werewolf – that didn’t change anything. even when james became obsessed with lily – that didn’t change anything. even when sirius almost got sevvy snape killed – that didn’t change anything. even when peter came out the closet – that didn’t change anything…okay so maybe it might not have happened but you never know hey!? even with this whole future business nothing had changed, even though they were totally freaked about the whole thing because james was screaming about trying to find a future son or daughter of his that looked like him and lily both. remus was afraid he would see a loner child of his, bitten and alone. sirius slapped that thought right out his head as he took one look and him and said ‘look how you turned out.’ then james said ‘not a good reference pads’ then fell of the bed laughing because remus had thrown a pillow at him. ah, good times. peter sat on his bed observing and smiling as usual, he never did say much, sirius was worried though. he knew this whole thing would have affected poor peter the most because he found these situations difficult to handle and if he was to see his future self or children or wife he may die. mostly he has just sat there occasionally smiling and nodding at things, not really making much sign of being there. but he’ll get used to thing soon; he normally sits there and just listens instead of getting involved much. he doesn’t really talk a lot either; all he does is nod and give the odd suggestion which is usually just some noises or stuttering that doesn’t help at all. sighing, sirius ran his fingers through his dark black hair which was sprawled all over the place with no real form or shape. getting up reluctantly out of the warm, comfy chair of the common room sirius made his way out the portrait and carried along down the corridor. whenever you walk around hogwarts nowadays all you see is too many people, more hufflepuffs and slytherin’s than you should see. more gryffindor’s and ravenclaw’s alike. some sad, some happy and some downright confused. multiple reunions going on, people hugging and crying together… some avoiding and hiding from each other with good reasoning. it was official – hogwarts had gone crazy.

but life goes on and sirius doesn’t intend to sit here for his last and final year. the marauders always said whatever happened – there last year would kick ass. they always knew that their last year would have to send them off with a bang. even remus agreed they should plan something big; they had been waiting for this sort of time forever. they had been waiting to make history big for so long that nothing could stop them now! grinning, sirius hopped down some stairs, hands in pockets and a mischievous glint in his eyes, he was ready for action! with or without the others, he could at least begin the chaos. because when you think about it, this is the best chance their ever gonna’ get. they can prank and sleep with whoever they like, it’s not as if there gonna’ see them again after this! they can muck about and not listen in class because this isn’t really their class, when they get back it will be but for now they have no reason to listen! they wont be staying here forever, so whatever mess they make they can leave behind when they leave. time for the fun to begin kids. and it will, like fuck is sirius going to sit back and let this little change of era annoy or bother him; let the pranks begin! call the teachers, call the parents, lock up the girls and run for your life baby – the boys are back!

[PAIGE ADELE WINTRINGHAM]

` the devil in disguise


you look like an angel walk like an angel
talk like an angel but i got wise you're the
devil in disguise oh yes you are the devil
in disguise
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Honestly, this whole thing was a little more than creepy. Watching little miniatures of her friends running about was more than enough for Paige to handle. In fact, at lunch that day, she went scouting for Amos Diggory, her partner in charms for the past couple of weeks, and ran up to him before finding out that it was in fact, his son, who looked exactly like Amos. Terrifying, really. She had seen a short little fourth year running about as well, and the first time she saw him, Paige nearly died. She had become so familiar with Lily's eyes that she knew immediately what had gone on between graduation and this time. Fearing for her best friend's health, Paige had tried to steer Lily away from the popular boy, looking quite like a loon whenever she did so. As the days went on, Paige found herself looking for any sign of her own genes in the mix. Wintringham didn't seem to ring a bell anywhere in the halls of Hogwarts. So Herman hadn't had a kid. After a few hours of this, Paige had gotten so freaked out that she resorted to the only escape route she knew by now.

Drinking. In her dorm room, almost alone save for a few girls, Paige drank herself into such a state that she couldn't tell her right from her left. She tried not to drink, even while most of her friends were avid fans of firewhisky. Alcohol did terrible things to Paige. She kissed anyone with a mouth, and would often complain about being so hot that she needed to take off her clothes. Usually someone was around to throw a robe over her last-minute, or cart her out of the room before she caused herself too much embarrassment. for years this had gone on, although Paige always fell asleep before anything more than a make-out session could happen. But after that one fateful night, where Paige had had one drink too many, and woke up in the Slytherin common room, she decided that she was quitting alcohol, and that pot was more fun anyway.

But now, with all the crazy messed up shit that was happening, Paige seriously needed a drink. She went through about a bottle and a half of firewhisky, feeling as though her throat was going to burst into flames at any given moment. She stumbled her way through the common room, giving a very slurred, 'whaddyoolookinat?' to a boy who had been quite absorbed in his book. As she traveled down the corridors, alone and completely smashed, Paige ran into a few of her fellow gryffindors who were keen on a muggle game of truth or dare. Sober, Paige sucked at this game. Inebriated, she was even worse. And people knew this by now. They knew that she would do anything they dared her to, whether it was as foolish as prancing about in her underwear, or even going as far as hitting on Filch. Paige would do it. Anything they asked, she would do. And after this hilarious yet tragic episode of truth or dare, Paige had ended up, void of clothes, save for a pair of panties.

Now she was trying to get back to the Gryffindor common room without getting caught. By now, a headache had settled in, and all she wanted to do was take a nap. Portraits gaped at her as she tried pulling tapestries off the wall to cover herself. Unfortunately, as one portrait pointed out, the tapestries had a sticking charm on them, and that it was futile for her to try, although he didn't mind watching her. With a disturbed look, Paige gave up and went from broom closet to broom closet, holding a bucket to her to prevent anyone from seeing anything she didn't want them to see. Of course, this bucket didn't last very long. As soon as she heard a wolf-whistle coming from behind her, Paige had sent that bucket flying as fast as she could at the stupid boy's head. He had responded with a cry, and a curse before he stumbled away, and it was too late when Paige realized she should have asked for the boy's robe.

Twenty minutes had passed, and Paige tried to find something in the broom closet she was currently hiding in. She heard footsteps, and as quietly as she could, Paige opened the door to poke her head out. Sirius. Sirius! She had never been quite so happy to see him, and such gratitude for her friend made her expression become quite so filled with joy that she could barely contain it. She thrust an arm out, grabbing the front of his robes to get his attention and, wrapped up in how wonderful it was to see him, how happy she was to see that Gryffindor robe hanging around his frame, proceeded to throw her arms around his neck. "Fuck. You don't know how fucking glad I am to see your face." Random PDA was nothing new for Paige, but she soon realized that she was almost completely naked, and blood rushed to her cheeks before she stepped back and thrust an arm to cover her chest. "Er - your... your robe. Can I have your robe?" She asked stiffly, her words still strung together, either out of inebriation or embarrassment. Paige shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Please, Sirius. Before I rip it off you." Her temper sparked, brought on by her fuzzy, throbbing head. Always one to go into angry-Paige mode, especially when drunk, she could barely contain her frustration. Damn it! She had sworn not to show Sirius any piece of her, or anyone for that matter, and now she could hear the portraits whispering to eachother, and if Sirius didn't always have that confused-just been hit in the face with a broom look, she would have smacked him by now. Embarrassment kept her glued to the spot, and the blush had not left her cheeks.