|Marauders| Am I g.o.o.d enough?

[terenity aurora crimms]

you built up a world of magic

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tag; My favorite bunch of misfits !!
place; the Great Hall
time; Tuesday morning, about three o'clock
wearing; Gryffindor robes with a lavander dress *like in the banner above*, black high heeled boots
song of the post; Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback
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[sirius orion black]

Of a few things, Sirius Orion Black was completely and unequivocally sure. First, he was a freaking genius. Ok, so he could admit that his plan to set James up with someone had not yet taken off, but all of the best things came with work, and if he was going to undo a year’s worth of obsession (or maybe more… he tried not to pay too much attention to insanity), it was going to take far more than he was used to doing. Granted, Sirius wasn’t usually the ‘give it your all’ sort, but when something mattered, he would happily put his entire mind to the task (or what parts of it were available to him, anyway), and as we’ve already established, he was a genius, so that meant a lot.

The real accomplishment that he was happy to focus on until he’d nabbed something concrete to move on to was that James was at least appearing to take part in this willingly. Maybe he hadn’t liked Sirius’ first suggestion, but how was he supposed to know that she had an obsession with hair? Every time she’d started talking to Sirius, his mind almost immediately went elsewhere, so it really wasn’t his fault that she couldn’t come up with a decent topic for conversation. Anyway, from there, things could only get better. Sometimes starting at the bottom was a good sign. When you worked your way up, the end result became more fulfilling, and introducing James to an entire array of personalities seemed like something that might be a good idea. (Sirius should really have been more careful, though… his version of good ideas usually turned out to be, well, not very good at all. Ahh, well. At least it was always fun.)

Second, he looked fantastic in almost any situation. If he could, he would marry himself. There was, after all, no way he would remain faithful to anyone else on the planet, but how could you when there was just so much to experience?! Though he would deny it if it ever came up (no… he probably wouldn’t… Sirius didn’t really have much shame, so embarrassment was something he was lucky enough to evade just generally), reluctantly playing ‘dress up’ Lucinda Monroe in her dormitory (he would never tell how he got into the dorms of the seventh year Hufflepuff girls… some things were best kept secret) had been fortuitous in more than one way. Oh, so many more ways…

I digress.

Third, Sirius thoroughly – perhaps to the point of passion – despised the unfortunate creatures known as house elves. For all he cared, every last miserable one of them could be freed and placed on some remote island where they could wear clothes and relieve the rest of the world of the curse that was the house elf. Admittedly, Sirius had a lot of hate in him. He hated Slytherins, pureblood mania, homework, Divination, mustard, his own family, emus… The list really went on forever. Still, house elves were scratching their way to the top of the list one ill-fated encounter after another. They were disgusting little beasts, that much was for certain, and he didn’t understand how respectable wizards could associate themselves with them in any capacity – even to use them as slaves. He could agree that their situation was a sad one, but he had a hard time feeling sorry for them when they were so bloody horrible.

If he was honest, Sirius had a hard time feeling sorry for anyone. He wasn’t the sort of person to moan and groan about his own problems for a reason. Sirius wouldn’t put his grief on another person because he knew that he was mostly incapable of being sympathetic. It wasn’t that he didn’t care; about his close friends, he cared deeply. Sirius would never want to see James or any of them hurting. The boy just really didn’t know how to relay his feelings in an appropriate manner so he usually turned to sarcasm, but someone who was hurting didn’t really take kindly to that sort of response. In general, Sirius just tried to avoid those sorts of situations… at least when people who actually mattered were involved.

His brilliant mood now thoroughly demolished, Sirius said, “You need to put a leash on that bleeding monster,” angrily before rubbing his ear. He didn’t know what the thing had against him, but he was obviously blind. Sirius had excellent posture – a product of his raising along with annoying knowledge of the sort of outdated dances only the very posh would need to know and his tendency to use somewhat good manners when dealing with adults for the first time regardless of his actual intentions – and there was no such thing as a stupid face if it belonged to Sirius Orion Black.

[terenity aurora crimms]

you built up a world of magic

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tag; My favorite bunch of misfits !!
place; the Great Hall
time; Tuesday morning, about nine thirty
wearing; Gryffindor robes with a lavander dress *like in the banner above*, black high heeled boots
song of the post; Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback
credit; template by morgan, aka mythoftruth ![/i] of CAUTION ?! lyrics by paramore ?! [/color]
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[remus john lupin]

Remus finally woke himself enough to get out of bed and start dressing. He had been having the oddest dream. A bunch of Squirrels had been flying on broomsticks chasing him around with eggs. He shook his head to shake the cobwebs of sleep from his mind as he put on his robes. Shoes coming last he took a look around the room he shared with the other Marauders and sighed at the state of mess it was in. He would have to get Peter to clean it up later seeing as how half the mess was his.

He quickly repacked his bag with books and various other things. Including the map which he was still trying to finish. He smiled softly as he ran his hand through his hair to straighten it slightly before walking down into the common room and grabbing an apple before heading out the door and into the corridor. Today was the day he had finally decided to ask the girl he had been hanging out with out and he hoped that she would say yes and that his friends wouldn't screw it up like they had already tried to do once before. He trotted down the next flight of stairs and moved around the armor and paintings that were a surefire way to distract him.

Soon enough he entered the great hall just in time to catch the tail end of the squabble between a girl and a Slytherin boy. He moved over and sat down next to Sirius as he watched the Slytherin move off to the other side of the great hall. He wasn't impressed by that lot and except for the one girl he wasn't sure he even wanted to Associate with any of them. He looked over at Sirius and then at the girl who was sitting on the other side of him. "New love interest Sirius or something else?" he asked simply

[sirius orion black]

Though his calm, placid face never faultered, Sirius’ fists clenched around his silverware as he listened to the asinine snake assault Terenity with words he was only too familiar with. Under normal circumstances, the Gryffindor would never have shown even just the inkling of anger that was now present in his white knuckles. It was easy to remain as calm as he would seem to the untrained eye when lashing out at his opposition with clearly superior wit or, at times, dueling skills. The young Black was certainly not used to retaining his anger in this manner and so he did not manage it with as much grace as someone else might have. Still, he knew better than to come to Tren’s defense. He’d tried it before and, well… she certainly didn’t need his help.

Instead, Sirius chose to continue in the same position he’d been in before the new arrival and pretend as though they weren’t there at all. This, of course, was something at which Sirius had an immeasurable amount of practice. Classes, annoying first years, family… the boy often wondered if he didn’t spend more time ignoring people than actually listening to them. Hell, at times, he even ignored his best mates, but it seemed he couldn’t help himself when something boring came up (say, another rant about Evans) or when something more interesting passed by (Johnson, for example, was looking rather fit these days). At times like these, however, when what he was trying to ignore actually was the most interesting thing around, it became slightly more complicated.

In any case, the Slytherin hadn’t been there long, and Sirius had managed to drink his spiked juice and glance around the table until he had gone, and, thankfully, Remus arrived with perfect timing in that uncanny way he always seemed to. “Something else entirely, my friend,” Sirius said as if that was in some way derogatory, though his grin betrayed his joke. In all honesty, Terenity was one of a very small group of girls that Sirius didn’t keep around because they were potential ‘love interests’, as the teen wolf had so naively stated. “Remus, Terenity. Tren, Remus,” he introduced with boredom lacing his voice, waving a hand lazily as he said their names (although it may not have been exact with his words). “I’m sure you’ve met.” He wasn’t, really, but what did that matter? They must’ve had several classes together over the years, but Sirius wasn’t really the sort to go around introducing people without an ulterior motive.

Ahh, but he supposed there was one thing that hadn’t yet come up. “You two have something in common,” he pointed out cryptically, finally showing some amount of interest. Sometimes even Sirius wondered why he acted as though he didn’t care about the world around him when he really did, but to think on it too long would mean analyzing the psychological effects of his childhood and blah, blah… it all got very tedious.

[terenity aurora crimms]

you built up a world of magic

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tag; My favorite bunch of misfits !!
place; the Great Hall
time; Tuesday morning, about nine fourty five
wearing; Gryffindor robes with a lavander dress *like in the banner above*, black high heeled boots
song of the post; Disenchanted by MCR
credit; template by morgan, aka mythoftruth ![/i] of CAUTION ?! lyrics by paramore ?! [/color]
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