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Well… it’s been several millenniums since we last updated and we probably no longer have any readers… but here goes the next chapter anyway…

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POV: Laura

Hogwarts in the wintertime is really a sight. I love watching the flakes of snow fall on the trees and castle. However, what I don’t love is Quidditch practice in negative twenty degree Celsius weather. Not to mention the havoc it’s wreaking on my broom. Mind you, my broom was top of the line when it was purchased, but the age is showing. I take good care of it, but there are things that are unavoidable. The cold has lately made the bristles brittle and they have started to bend and break. In turn, it has become less swift when I make dives. It pretty much sucks. I either need a new broom that I may or may not receive anytime soon, or have to go get it repaired over break, costing me more galleons than I want to spend. It makes me a bit miffed with my brother for abusing the broom over summer holidays when I let him use it to play Quidditch with his mates. Oh well, nothing can really be done right now can it?

POV: Tanya

“Happy Birthday, Laura!”

Laura paused with one leg in the Ravenclaw common room, smiled, and dropped her broom on the floor. She then sprinted toward me and grabbed the present from my arms with the speed of a seeker catching a snitch. She held the package up to her ear and shook it around.

“You’ll have to enlarge it first,” I said, and after receiving an inquisitive look from her, “The package was too big for me to carry, so I shrunk it.”

Laura looked simultaneously puzzled and pleased with this information.

Engorgio,” she commanded, pointing her wand at the pencil-box sized, blue-and-bronze-wrapped package.

It immediately grew to six times its original size.

Laura began removing the wrapping and the sharp sound of tearing filled the near-empty common room. Sextus peered over his Transfiguration textbook from his seat on the couch to see the source of the noise. As soon as the tearing had ceased, Laura carefully lifted up the flap to open the box and removed the object within. She gazed at her new broomstick in awe.

“Is this is this a Nimbus 1500?”

I nodded in reply.

“But these aren’t supposed to come out until next year!”

“Laura, you’ve known me forever and you should know by now that my dad is head designer for the Nimbus.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” she replied impatiently. “But… wow… not for another year…”

I shrugged. “Well, they’re always completed way before they’re actually sold in stores. The broom itself is finished, now they just have to do marketing and mass production and stuff. This is the prototype.”

“The prototype! So I have the first one?”

“Well… not exactly. Naomi has the first one. But this one was made by my dad himself instead of factory elves, so I guess it’s close enough to the prototype…”

“Wow,” she repeated.

Sextus’ eyes descended back behind his textbook.

“Well, I have to go remind Sirius about my party,” she said abruptly, after coming back down to earth.

I frowned. “You’d think he’d remember something important like that…”

“Yeah, well. He probably has, but with Sirius, you never know. No harm in making sure, right?”

Before I could remind her to invite Sextus, she disappeared out of the common room door. He had stopped the rhythmic shuffling of his feet in an attempt to make himself less noticeable. For once, it was not working.

“Hey Sextus,” I called.

“Hello Tanya,” he responded, pushing his glasses up a bit on the bridge of his nose.

“Do you want to come to Laura’s party tomorrow?”

“I don’t think I can. I don’t have anything to get her…” he replied sadly.

“Oh, she won’t mind. She’ll just be happy that you’re there.”

“She probably won’t even see me.”

“Of course she will!”

“She didn’t just now…”

This was true.

“Well… that was because… she was preoccupied. With Sirius. That tends to happen to her.”

He nodded. “Yes. Very many girls seem to like him. Girls like boys like that…” he trailed off sadly.

“Well, not all girls. I happen to like boys… on the more studious side, I suppose.”

I smiled, thinking about Remus.

“Girls… girls like boys like that?”

“Er… yeah. Some…”

He was suddenly looking at me in a whole new light. Not completely liking where this conversation was leading, I hastily changed the subject back to Laura’s party.

“Just meet us on the seventh floor, by the tapestry of the trolls trying to do ballet. Her party is at six. See you there,” I said before leaving behind the common room and a substantially happier Sextus.

POV: Laura

I was so excited to ride my broom that I decided to ride it to Gryffindor tower. I mounted and flew out the nearest window. My Nimbus was lightning fast. I could feel increased speed at the slightest of nudges and the cushioning charm was like heaven. It made me realize how worn out the other’s charm was. It was so responsive that I felt like I was the one flying and not the broom. I reached the window that belonged to the Marauders all too soon. I looked in and saw that they were all inside and smiled. They hadn’t noticed me and were still all laughing. It looked like James was telling a story. I almost didn’t want to interrupt, but I rapped my knuckle on the glass. Patrick looked over and winked, but the rest were extremely startled. It was funny how casual I felt even though I was at least a hundred feet of the ground. Remus and Sirius came to the window and opened it. Remus looked upset.

“Laura!” he exclaimed, “Get in here!”

The window was large so I merely flew in and dismounted.

“I just wanted to remind everyone about the party and show you my broom.”

It took them all a moment to realize what I had in my hands.

“Is that the new Nimbus!?” James shouted with wide eyes, “This isn’t supposed to come out until¾“

“Next year, I know,” I cut him off.

“Tanya gave it to her,” Remus said with folded arms, “You really shouldn’t fly so high. It’s dangerous, you know!”

He was concerned for my safety. It was touching, but also worrisome.

Sirius flashed me a small smile. “Come on Moony, Laura’s a big girl. She can handle herself.”

James was aghast. “You knew Laura was getting a new Nimbus and you didn’t tell us!?”

He sounded indignant. I paid no mind.

“Anyway, I need to be off. I mostly just wanted to make sure you all remembered my party,” I said as I began to mount my broom.

“Of course we did. What kind of boyfriends would we be if we didn’t remember your birthday?” Sirius said as he grabbed the nearest boys by the backs. I knew he was suggesting that they were all my boyfriends and was joking, but I couldn’t help feel my heart race for a moment. I bid them goodbye and shot out the window. I didn’t have time to dissect every word Sirius said. I had a party to put on! I flew around doing some errands for the party (gathering food, handing out final invitations, scoring some firewhiskey from one of Patrick’s seventh year friends and whatnot) and finally headed back to the Ravenclaw common room with a pack full of shrunken items. I flew in an open window and saw a somewhat angered Tanya.

“You’ve broken about ten rules, you know!”

“Oh sod off, I got it done twice as fast by flying.”

She was right though. I was sure I had. I didn’t even want to mention the firewhiskey.

She didn’t stay too mad because she knew I was right as well.

“Fine.” She still wore a frown. “I already put up some tables, but there are going to be people arriving in an hour, so hurry.”

I started engorging things and she put up decorations in bright colors that shimmered and sparkled. I set up the barrels of butterbeer I had nicked from the kitchen and set out all the food. We finished with enough time for me to go back to the dorms and put on my white zippered robes that Sirius likes so much and touch up my make-up and hair. Soon I was surrounded by all of my friends from Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff alike. My team (including Sam and Alex); the Gryffindor girls (Lily, Sarai, Alice, Brittney and Kimberly); the Marauders (plus Patrick and Frank); Quen, along with a few more from Hufflepuff; and Sextus were all present. It was a quite the to do. There was dancing and laughter and not to mention a gigantic cake that the Marauders and Sam and Alex bestowed upon me halfway through the night. It was the size of a manhole cover and three-tiered, but we ate the whole thing. Most of us got a little pissed due to the firewhiskey, so there was a bit of idiocy as well. I got very sentimental with a few turns of firewhiskey and nearly cried when I opened all my gifts. Tanya (who was not at all pissed) rolled her eyes and smirked. I really got a treasure trove, but it was my seventeenth birthday after all. My parents saved their gifts for when I get home. Tanya’s gift was by far the most exciting, but they were all thoughtful. The Gryffindor girls got me a very fetching hooded indigo robe with silvery stitching. James got me a Quidditch play book to use as captain. Remus got me an eagle quill and an inkwell with a knight on it. Peter got me paint, which I thought was nice because he remembered when I had told him that I liked to paint. Sam and Alex got me a nice pair of gloves and new goggles that had a “C” on them for “Captain”. Frank gave me a sack of a selection of candy. Patrick’s gift was the most confusing of all: he gave me a large box of condoms and said I would be needing them in five to six months. Sextus gave me a card that said, “Thanks for remembering who I am, Happy Birthday”. It was simultaneously sad and touching. Sirius was the last to give me a gift. He approached me when the party was winding down.

“I know it’s no Nimbus, but I hope you still like it,” he said as he handed me an envelope.

I opened it and saw two sets of tickets. I read them and gasped. The first set was two pitch side seats to the Falcons versus the Tornados match that would occur over winter holiday. The second set was two front row tickets for Secun and the Sphinxes on the same day.

“How did you get these?” I said in awe, “This is a definitive match for who will remain in the running for the Quidditch Cup! Not to mention front row tickets for Secun and the Sphinxes are nearly impossible to get!”

I was so excited that I wore a ridiculous grin.

“Well, the first ones were easy. James’ parents had gotten them from some friends and I begged them to let me use them because I knew you were a Tornados fan. They didn’t care for either of the teams so they didn’t mind parting with them,” he explained with a smile.

“What about the concert tickets?”

“Well… those were more tricky…” He looked away and scratched the back of his head. “As soon as I heard there was a concert the same day in London, I rushed to the box office and waited in queue for a few hours.” Sirius sighed. “When I got there, they were sold out completely…”

“Then how?”

Sirius looked at his toes. “I asked Quen to help me out…”

It was recent knowledge that Quen was the sibling of Secunda from Secun and the Sphinxes along with Sextus and their sister, but I also knew Sirius hated Quen for obvious reasons. So Sirius asking Quen for help was pretty shocking. I knew it must have been hard for him.

“Thank you so much Sirius, I really don’t know what to say!” I engulfed him in a hug.

“Oh come on, it’s your birthday! Don’t mention it.”

Best birthday ever.

POV: Sirius

The day after the party Laura would not stop smiling at me. I didn’t mind though, it really is a nice smile…

A really nice smile…


Prongs’ voice is constantly taunting me in my head.

That afternoon as the sun was starting to get low in the sky, we were laying down in a pile of snow, not talking about anything in particular.

“You know, I went into the kitchens today and as I left I heard a house elf mutter, ‘Mistress Laura is a dirty girl. A dirty, dirty girl’,” Laura said as I adjusted the ear flaps on my red hunting hat, “They still remember when Tanya impersonated me.” She rubbed the bump on her nose with a gloved finger. “And I’m pretty sure they opened a cupboard above me when I wasn’t paying attention. I hit my conk on it pretty hard when I looked up.”

“Are you sure you didn’t leave it open?” I asked with a smirk.

“Yes I am sure!” She said forcefully, “And don’t take the piss, it’s still sore.”

“Alright, alright,” I said, giving her a pat on the shoulder. I paused for a moment and spoke. “Did you get that bump the same way?”

“What?” Laura said, now sitting up.

“You know, the bump on your nose,” I said with a laugh, “Did you get it by hitting your conk on things?”

I sat up as well. She looked at me with narrowed eyes. Oh bollocks, had I said the wrong thing?

“I mean, don’t take it the wrong way. If you were born with it¾“

She interrupted me. “You really don’t remember?”

“What? Of course I remember.” I paused. “What is it that I am supposed to be remembering?”

She let out a frustrated sigh.

“You gave me this bump!”

“What? When?”

We both seemed to be saying “what” a lot in this conversation. However, I really, truly did not remember this event.

“Back in third year! When you were a chaser still. It was the first match of the year. Is this ringing any bells?”

Laura was looking at me with a grimace.


“You hit me in the face with a quaffle so hard that I had to be taken out of the game and rushed to the hospital wing. I had to regrow two teeth and have all bones in my nose repaired, plus there was some mild head trauma. And we lost the game!” She said the last bit as if it were the most important part.

It was all coming back to me.

You were that scrawny Ravenclaw bird I beaned in the face!?” I exclaimed in astonishment.

“Yes, that would be me: the scrawny bird you beaned in the face,” she said with a cold laugh.

“And Madame Pomfrey couldn’t straighten your nose out?” I asked feebly.

“Oh, she could, but I told her I liked it and thought it would make a good memory.” She rolled her eyes. “You even came in and said, ‘Sorry Knight for hitting you in the face’. I couldn’t believe you spoke to me and even knew my name! THE Sirius Black!” Laura scoffed, “You probably just read my name off my Quidditch robes.”

She was right. I had.

“I can’t believe that was you.”

“Well it was. Sorry I wasn’t worth remembering. Sorry I wasn’t fanciable back then, with my scrawniness and all.”

“Oh come on Laura, you know that’s not true.”

“It is true. I wasn’t pretty or built so you didn’t care who I was.”

She had me there. Third year wasn’t the brightest of years for me.

“You’re right, I was a prat! I’m sorry we hadn’t become friends sooner, because you are a brilliant girl despite your looks then and how gorgeous you are now,” I said with the best of my puppy dog eyes.

Laura looked at me peculiarly. “Did you just call me gorgeous, Mr. Black?”

“Just stating the facts,” I said with a patented Sirius smile.

“You smarmy git!” she said before pushing me down into the snow.

“Hey!” I yelled.

A snowball hit me hard in the face. It was beginning to get dark.

“How about we round every one up for a game of tag?” Laura said, offering me a hand.

“Where are we going to get enchanted hula hoops at this hour?” I asked, taking her hand.

Muggle tag Sirius.”

“Oh right,” I nodded. “Do you think we can get Tanya to join in?”

Laura sighed. “Sure. Just don’t tell her it was my idea.”


POV: Tanya

I really hate McGonagall right now. I really hate McGonagall right now. I really hate McGonagall right now.

And I hate those stupid Marauders who convinced Laura and I to play a lengthy game of Muggle tag earlier today. All right, so I was the only one who needed convincing. All right, so it was kind of fun. Now, in addition to having minimal time to write a very long Transfiguration essay, I’m incredibly sweaty. It’s 11pm and I can’t write a transfiguration when I’m all sweaty! It’s just not possible. Really, it isn’t.

I abruptly stalled my sprint and doubled back to retrieve my dropped sock, then continued my mad race to the prefects’ bathroom with Laura hot on my tail, a look of exasperation plastered on her face.

We rounded the corner and, not particularly paying attention to any other ungrateful students who had the nerve to stand in my path when a Transfiguration grade was at stake, my face slammed directly into the chest of a boy wearing robes bearing the Gryffindor prefect badge. We both fell backward with a synchronized “Oof.” Laura skidded to a halt beside us and began applauding.

“Sorry Remus,” I mumbled. “Forgot about the Transfiguration essay… all sweaty… need a bath…”

“Same here,” he said, hoisting himself up and gathering my clean socks, skirt, shirt, tie, robe, and then momentarily grabbing, but quickly dropping my bra.

Laura rolled her eyes and retrieved my bra, plus my knickers and dropped them into my hand.

Remus stretched his hand out to help me up. “Here.”

I’m not certain whether the blush on his face when I grabbed his hand was imagined or not.

There was a long pause.

“So…” I began. “Who’s taking their bath first?”

“No idea,” Remus began. “We both have until tomorrow morning to complete our essays.”

“Well,” Laura said with a mischievous grin. “You could always… you know…”

“No,” I said impatiently. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, I don’t know… take a bath… together!”

Remus hastily averted his eyes to the floor.

“Laura Knight, are you on something?”

“Well, you would take a bath under a disillusionment charm, of course,” she added exasperatedly.

“I―I guess that would work,” Remus slowly stuttered out. “If we stay on opposite sides of the bath.

“Oh good!” Laura clapped her hands together in delight. “Soap bubbles,” she said to the door.

We slowly entered the bathroom as Laura waved to us from the doorway.

For a moment we stood staring awkwardly at each other.

“So…” I began, “We should probably turn opposite ways and undress and then disillusion ourselves.”

This time, Remus’ blush was certainly not imagined.

“So, you know, we’ll be able to find our clothes afterwards…”

“Oh. Right.”

We turned away.

“You’re not looking, right?” I called.

“Course not. You’re not looking either?”

“I might be…”


“Just kidding, just kidding.”

I undressed and quickly disillusioned myself. Then I neatly folded my clean clothes and dirty clothes into separate piles.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Remus declared.

“Me too.”

I turned around to see no visible sign of Remus. I did, however, see two stacks of clothes, organized in the exact same manner as mine.

Out of the corner of my eye, the water sprayed momentarily into the air, then calmed from angry waves to tiny ripples. Remus had jumped into the bath.

“A little scrawny maybe, but…”

I jumped.

Behind me, Moaning Myrtle was giving a nod of approval and looking at the spot where Remus had previously stood in a way that I did not particularly want to imagine.

“Myrtle!” Remus sputtered. “Can you see through disillusionment charms?”

“Of course not. I was watching you before you made yourself invisible,” she said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world and we were stupid little children.

I rolled my eyes (although no one could see it) and jumped into the opposite side of the bath.

“I am a little curious,” Myrtle mused. “Why two lovers like you would be taking a bath together invisible.”

“We’re not lovers!” we shouted in unison.

Ignoring us, Myrtle continued, “If I were you, I would want to see all of him that I could.” A dirty smile appeared on her face as she averted her eyes toward the ripples in the water that clearly meant that Remus was currently submerging himself underwater in embarrassment.

“Could you just let us take our bath!”

She pouted and shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

The next few minutes were fairly uneventful. I filled the bath with more bubbles and scrubbed my now less sweaty body. I had almost forgotten that I was sharing the bath with someone else, and was slowly drifting away from my side and toward the center.

All of a sudden, my hand brushed something hard.

I screamed and frantically paddled back to my side of the bath. Myrtle cackled mirthfully.

“Remus, what was that!”

“Calm down, Tanya. It was just my elbow.”


We completed our bath in silence. After emerging, Remus chastised a sobbing Myrtle, who wished to stay and “watch the spectacle”. She left reluctantly. We both dried and dressed and removed our disillusionment charms.

I was walking rather close to him on the way out of the bathroom.

“You smell good,” he murmured.

“I smell like the bath I was just in. The same bath you were in too.”

If I smelled good it didn’t mean much. We probably smelled exactly the same.

“Well, you do, sort of, but different too. Good different.”

I thought of asking him what exactly he meant, but instead decided to continue walking with him in silence.

POV: Remus

I returned to the common room from Arithmancy to find James, Sirius, and Peter seated in the common room, waiting for me with cheeky smiles upon their faces.

“Have a good lesson, Moony?” James asked.


“Have a good bath, Moony?” Sirius chimed in.

“Ye― Wait. How do you two know about that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” James said, feigning ignorance.

“A little bird told us.”

“A little Ravenclaw bird.”

I scowled. “Would this Ravenclaw bird happen to be named Laura?”

Sirius shrugged. “Possibly.”

“Great.” I collapsed into a chair.

“Why don’t you go into our dorm for a few minutes, Wormtail. This discussion may not be appropriate for your young virgin ears.”

Peter obeyed Sirius’ request.

“So…” James began.

“How was it?”

“Didja see anything?”

“Did she see anything?”

“Did you two… you know…” James smirked.

My eyes burst open. “NO! You don’t think that I would… she would…”

James made a doe-eyed face at me. “I was only going to ask if you both remembered to scrub behind your ears, mate.”

Sirius let out a bark of laughter.

“I hate you, the both of you.”

“No, Moony, you love us.” Sirius tousled my hair. I flattened it again.

James nodded, smiled “sweetly”, and made a heart with his hands.

“All right, now really,” Sirius said seriously. “Tell us what happened.”

I sighed and began to rise from my chair, with all intentions of bolting out of the common room as quickly as possible.

“Oh no you don’t.” And James hopped on top of me so that he was lying across my lap. He draped an arm over my shoulders.

Kimberly chose that moment to enter the common room. She did a double take.

“Don’t mind my friends,” Sirius said with a wave of his hand. “They’re just experimenting, but I’m sure they’ll be back to girls in no time.”

Kimberly rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t even surprise me.”

I waited for her to disappear up the girls’ staircase before I spoke.

“Great. Now Laura’s told you about the bath and Kimberly thinks I’m gay.”

James shrugged. “She just thinks we’re experimenting. Nothing wrong with that.”

Sirius sighed. “Look Prongs, I know Moony is a dashing young gentleman and everything, but we have more important matters to attend to.”

“Yes,” James said, donning a stern expression. “Yes, indeed we do.”

They both stared at me. James’ stare was particularly awkward, as our faces were so close together.

I finally broke.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. We went into the bathroom, took off our clothes….”

At this point, Sirius and James were both wide-eyed and open-mouthed, like little children during story-time.

“…performed disillusionment charms on ourselves…”

Their faces fell.

“Well what did you expect?” I asked in exasperation.

“I take bathes all the time with Laura in her bra and knickers. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen more of Laura that you have of Tanya.”

I decided not to bring up the fact that I have briefly seen Tanya in her bra and knickers.

“Yeah, and I’ve taken a bath with Lily completely nude before.” James grinned, reminiscing.

“I think that was a dream, mate.”

“And what a great dream it was…”

I sighed in frustration. “Look, do you want me to finish the story or not?”

Sirius cocked his head to one side in thought. “Not really. Does it get any more exciting?”


James and Sirius looked at each other, looked back at me, and replied in unison, “Nah.”


I thought James would then get off of me, but he instead said, “Moony, we need to spice up your love life.”

“Big time,” Sirius agreed.

I frowned. “My love life? My love life and Tanya have nothing to do with each other.”

“Mhmm…” James hummed mischievously.

“What are you talking about?”

“Actually Prongs, I don’t know what you’re talking about either.”

“Precisely what I thought.”

Now it was my turn to share a look with Sirius.

James flashed the type of smile that one has when one knows something that no one else does. He then rolled (with minimal grace) off of my lap and into the lap of Sirius on the floor.

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