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Kristy and Wren finally headed toward their dormitory.
"Wren, there's something you ought to know. Seeing as how gorgeous both of us are, I knew it would happen, I mean your beautiful hair and really pretty hair, and my long blonde hair and hot long legs, I can defiantly see why, but this could defiantly be bad. Padfoot is not the only one eyeing you Moony is to, not to mention prongs eyeing me." Kristy said worryingly.
"I know, I mean I don't want werewolf-boy wanting me, that's just wrong!" Wren said exasperatingly.
"No, I mean the fact that they could get into a fight over you, and out of revulsion Lupin could let it slip about Black being an animagus, or the fact that Potter could like me, not Lily therefore, NO BOY-WHO-LIVED!"
"Oh, that could be bad." Wren said blankly.
"Why do I even bother? Your not even listening to me your just day dreaming about Padfoot." Kristy mumbled under her breathe.
"What about Padfoot.?" Wren asked.
Wren swore that if Kristy had rolled her eye any further, or harder for that matter, that they would pop right out of her head.
You're starting to act like 'Know-It-All' Hermione Granger." Wren stated roughly.
"Holy Shit! If I ever do that again, pinch me, I never want to be that up tight. "
"Sure thing. "
"Oooooo, this notice says quidditch tryouts are next week. I bet we'd make great chasers. Lets see there's an opening for a beater, a keeper, and two chasers! Yes! Wanna practice tomorrow?"
"We have no brooms, or money to buy them with. "
"We'll use the school ones."
"We have no robes. "
"The Room of Requirement."
"WE HAVE NO TRAINING!"
"The two best players the Gryffindor team has seen in ages happen to have a 'thing' for us; I think we've got ourselves personal trainers. "
"I'm in!"
"Alright we need to get to the Room of Requirement tonight. Do you think the Marauders are up to it?"
"I sure they are! Let's go"
The pair of them ran down their stairs, and started to run up the boys, but Kristy stopped half way up.
"Are you sure we should go up there, I mean they might be changing?"
"If we're lucky!"
"Good point!"
As they bolted through the boys door Sirius had just managed to get his pants on, but at the sight of Wren's near collapse at the sight of his body, he made no effort what so ever to put his shirt on.
"WeneedhotSiriusRequirementRoomCome."
"In English that's: We need the Marauders to come with us to the Room of Requirement, and something about someone being hot**cough**Padfoot**cough**. Wren do you need to take off your jacket?" Kristy asked.
Kristy and Wren finally headed toward their dormitory.
"Wren, there's something you ought to know. Seeing as how gorgeous both of us are, I knew it would happen, I mean your beautiful hair and really pretty hair, and my long blonde hair and hot long legs, I can defiantly see why, but this could defiantly be bad. Padfoot is not the only one eyeing you Moony is to, not to mention prongs eyeing me." Kristy said worryingly.
"I know, I mean I don't want werewolf-boy wanting me, that's just wrong!" Wren said exasperatingly.
"No, I mean the fact that they could get into a fight over you, and out of revulsion Lupin could let it slip about Black being an animagus, or the fact that Potter could like me, not Lily therefore, NO BOY-WHO-LIVED!"
"Oh, that could be bad." Wren said blankly.
"Why do I even bother? Your not even listening to me your just day dreaming about Padfoot." Kristy mumbled under her breathe.
"What about Padfoot.?" Wren asked.
Wren swore that if Kristy had rolled her eye any further, or harder for that matter, that they would pop right out of her head.
You're starting to act like 'Know-It-All' Hermione Granger." Wren stated roughly.
"Holy Shit! If I ever do that again, pinch me, I never want to be that up tight. "
"Sure thing. "
"Oooooo, this notice says quidditch tryouts are next week. I bet we'd make great chasers. Lets see there's an opening for a beater, a keeper, and two chasers! Yes! Wanna practice tomorrow?"
"We have no brooms, or money to buy them with. "
"We'll use the school ones."
"We have no robes. "
"The Room of Requirement."
"WE HAVE NO TRAINING!"
"The two best players the Gryffindor team has seen in ages happen to have a 'thing' for us; I think we've got ourselves personal trainers. "
"I'm in!"
"Alright we need to get to the Room of Requirement tonight. Do you think the Marauders are up to it?"
"I sure they are! Let's go"
The pair of them ran down their stairs, and started to run up the boys, but Kristy stopped half way up.
"Are you sure we should go up there, I mean they might be changing?"
"If we're lucky!"
"Good point!"
As they bolted through the boys door Sirius had just managed to get his pants on, but at the sight of Wren's near collapse at the sight of his body, he made no effort what so ever to put his shirt on.
"WeneedhotSiriusRequirementRoomCome."
"In English that's: We need the Marauders to come with us to the Room of Requirement, and something about someone being hot**cough**Padfoot**cough**. Wren do you need to take off your jacket?" Kristy asked.