not fair.
In class, always sit in the back row and always have to listen to the protests of teachers or other students, making them quiet when the fun starts to freak out. Often, at some point during the long sessions or Muggle Studies Ancient Runes, the room resounds with a kind of laughter bursting and instant reaction of Aurelia teacher or professor Boyd Flannagan Ringulus Blux-Runes and Muggle Studies, respectively, is give a voice.
- Lord Black! Silent or expel him!
Sirius believes it is not fair, no sir. Because when you laugh is not her fault. IsJames wants to know what they've been doing in London and will spend little notes in trying to develop theories to everyone more crazy.
But above all, by Remus, appears to be a student of the year and with his face on every mother's favorite son, writes a response.
I quarrel with him, yes. But Remus. It's all because of Remus, who always makes her laugh.
Musical interlude.
up the stairs three at a time, humming and whistling until the fat lady's box, which puts the greedy eyes when Sirius says the password- custardcream! - and gives him one of his usual compliments. Something about it especially charming that you are and how they should be called "voluptas," and nothing else. It opens and protest without conviction, with smiles blushing, laughing and saying q hat so brazen young. Across the table, expect Gryffindor and up the stairs to the highest point, heard shouts coming from the gramophone muggle. Get the leading flat pack under his tunic and no time before announcing his surprise because Remus interrupted him without removing the head of his book.
- Do not even think to change it, Black.
remains with the album in hand, paralyzed for a second.
- do not even know what it is!
- Needless to me. I know your tastes too good, Canuto. Sirius
teaches the package, ruefully. Says "It's only rock and roll."
- The Rolling Stones are the greatest thing that ever happened to your country from that Arthur decided that the table is round. - Bring the disk to the chest. - Dude, you are a disgrace to all that we have your age. Worse. You are an embarrassment to the United Kingdom.
But Remus does not yield because the gramophone, the end of the day is yours. So Sirius is picking on your taste in music and with his record collection. Draw boxes under the bed and while Remus tries to ignore him, concentrating on "Tropic of Capricorn" and ignore any comments sarcstica, must confess that crap Sirius enraged by it entertains a lot.
- Have you noticed what they have in common your record collection? Let's see. - Take "The Four Seasons." - Vivaldi-lee. - Dead, if I remember correctly. - Take the following, "La Mamma Morta." - Donizetti! - Exclaims. - Again, dead. One after another, out of the boxes. - Beethoven, dead. Mozart, completely dead and do not forget the great Sebastian.
- If you speak ill of Bach, you out of this room to kick your ass, Black, I warn you.
- They may have died, Canute, but the music makes us feel alive .
He says all his heart but graveda Sirius is diluted when it crosses with that look.
- What a tacky, "he exclaims. And only he, the idiot, is able to say something insulting without it being an insult. - How I did not realize until now that you're queer?
- Because you never realize anything. Examines
boxes one by one, sitting on the floor, filling the room records, without sparing ironic comments on any. From time to time inserted a cry of horror.
- Joan Baez? It's over. I refuse to sleep in this room!
- It defends Lily.
with the disc still in hand, Sirius is about to bed. Walk the feet of little knees, begand I'm praying. Remus swore that will make your tongue and lick her face.
- Lupin, please, just once. Has come to London in owl, only to me. You can not force me to always listen to jazz. Not the name fool you, I'm not black!
- Do you realize how deeply, deeply unbearable but you can get? Are you even if only remotely aware of it?
- I am aware. It is something terrible. I do not know why you hold. - He repeats it as a rant. - Sure, in gratitude for your infinite patience sanctify you and will honor you and discuss future generations magician who was better, you or Merlin. Naturally, the answer will be Merlin, but people willworship so that they will be hesitation. - Take a deep breath and adds. - And now, Your Lobicidad, with your permission, I can put the fucking balls Mick Jagger?
must be some way, a way to resist their idiocy. Someone, somewhere on earth, must be able not to give a Sirius Black on his knees, with a Joan Baez album in hand, and too charming canine but of course, that someone can not be a Gryffindor. Remus agrees. But under one condition and is not negotiable. The Rolling Stones. Once. The whole damn album and then what he wants. Needless to say it twice. Sirius runs the gramophone and the Stones insist that is just rock, just rock and roll! butl. If I wanted to resist or disobey not know where to start. Try not to take credit. Nothing happens. Friends do such things. Sit down first and then, well, Sirius says "lie down", so it has no choice but to do so. Lean back slightly, put his head on his chest and concentrate on breathing. When Sirius smiles, peace, Scotland seems to be the promised land. Billie sings and inspires them to touch and love each other because everyone does, so
Let's do it,insists let's fall in love. Sensual and physical , steaming and carnal, Billie sounds to jazz and midnight kisses. - I'm surprised, Lupin Sirius's voice sounds warmer than normal. - Maybe you're not doomed to be the typical andmpollón who hears music snobs. Maybe you're hopeless, after all. - Before you ask what is, is answered only Sirius. - I ask you to make me something you like and you and I put a fucking song, no less. fuck. The bastard says fuck and is a word that speaks volumes. Fuck. But there are few able to speak as Sirius. Porn and sexy at the same time. Canina. Voracious. Fuck.
- and thought it looked a good boy, Lupin.
- I have a wolf inside, Sirius, is making efforts not to gasp. - Do not forget. - I never forget
The intensity of his tone caught her breath. Let's do it insists Billie. Let's Fall in Love . - Do I have set this goal for you hand, Moony?
Si.
- Shut up and let me listen to Black. Do
, Sirius, dammit. Make me what they do to the girls in the hallways.
Bewitched.
night is a festive atmosphere in Hogsmeade. In the bottom of the bar, sitting in a circle facing one of the wooden tables, a group of magicians in quarantine celebrates the birthday of one of them and all
hum
For the love of Merlin and the great successes of the summer releases " Witch's Heart "at that time. When finished with Circe, the goddess of eyes sad
Spells heart. If you get a notice is solely and exclusively for statistical fluke. You could say that tune out of sheer magic. The other customers are ignored and fire drinking whiskey bottles that serve them alone, flying from table to table. The waitress is a woman of dangerous curves and unfit for heart necklines that always saves the best tables for the kids of Hogwarts and has the habit of calling them "cute." It would be flattering if it was not because he says everyone, including elves and girls. Can not say I see too well, but it is nice. Does
back table is free, beautiful! They sit aroundfour jugs of beer butter, James and Peter, Sirius and Remus to celebrate it's Friday, are young and sooner or later, will be summer. Is a clear night but a cool breeze blowing. It's May in Scotland and when sitting in front of James, Remus released the double breasted coat, short of taking it off.
- Come on, Remus, James about beer, you gotta tell me how. I have less than a month for holidays, man, and if I do not go with her this year, perhaps I will have to commit suicide. I'm serious.
The Ballad of Lily Evans and Why Do not I want five hundred and one episode . Sirius believes that reached a point, it is not even fun to mock the poor kid. He knows that if he stays in the monthso.
She points to James.
- Do not you have gotten. But unfortunately, the star is in bad shape lately. - Sirius leans a little more in the bar, let him lose hair on the face. - The poor man is in love. It's tragic decision. - I would submit to little Peter I do not think that you are interested.
Peter is not that bad person. But when it comes to present to a girl you want to impress that it's not exactly the pride of Britain. Although there is an air distance of the Queen Mother, now that Sirius is set to look at him.
- Sorry, girls. It seems only I remain. And his tone should be clear enough to bean unhappy both. The redhead laughs. A deep laugh and aromatic like whiskey. Expels the smoke of his cigarette and smile curves to become an invitation.
God bless America. - And what about the other? The brunette - Sirius believes that called Annie-points to the table. For a second, Sirius can not see anything. There is a shelter in front of the table and of course, there's someone inside the coat, returning from the bathroom, sitting in front of James, crossing his legs and feeling his clothes to find snuff. Remus. Hit the package on the corner of the table a few times. When she leaves the tip of the first cigarette, take it out carefully and carried it to his lips while looking back among the clothing. This time to get the lighter. - What about him? - Question. Suddenly miss it not also have a cigarette in his hands.
- is also out of play? - Hisses a voice in his ear. Sirius is close, the brunette. So close, in fact, you may notice your voice on the facial hair near the ears. Remus turns tickling while smoking. Behind him, through the window, you can see Hogsmeade, captured by the night shadows. The bar is nothing but a ghost ship adrift and Sirius feels that fleet. Listen to the redhead in the mist.
- To my cousin likes your friend.
- Ya-Sirius dry mouth shout. - My friend, however, welike other things. Han due to a couple of steps while Sirius looked toward the table and shout Remus because now the body heat of those witches in each cell. It's starting to feel airy, boiling. As if he had drunk too much and smoked too much.
- Really? - The brunette's voice merges with the redhead. It seems that sing, that make you fly. - Like what, for example? 's hot. Remus makes a lot of heat and coat collar has slightly raised. Sirius wondered how he supports. He hurts clothing. And the girls are too close, talking beneath the skin.
- The guys - get that. - I like boys.
should notWould have something like twelve years, he forgot to pour cold water bath before going and sometimes, he still dreams that overwhelming feeling that paralyzed the heart. All the hot water. It was like going into a pot of boiling potions, like crossing the threshold of pain and find pleasure on the other side, just for a second, before they begin to shrink the skin and unbearable. I suddenly recalled, in this bar, it is the same. Exactly the same feeling when the language of the brunette in your ear caracoles
you would you like to watch?and then down to the neck, to bite gently
want to look, Sirius-do not know when they said her name while you smoke like
Damn. Irritates you have fallen into the spell of the Veela. Why did not you noticed?- Have you been haunted witches, Padfoot? - Remus, from his bed. Awake. With deeper voice than normal. Must be the snuff.
- It seems, "he barks.
not get to sleep until after four o'clock. Every time he closes his eyes appear these witches and their hypnotic spell.
We would like to watch. As long as you smoke that cigarette. And the idiot
Peter bug.What did they say to do? is not to have realized what they were, if I had not taken Remus of the bar, maybe, who knows what would have been achieved. But no, of course, had not gone soAldito is, when Remus stops him hard.
- If you eject, James, - its tone recalls the howl of the wolf-only earn them.- Quiet, Potter, "Lucius says. With the chin up and poison in the eyes .-. You're not a mongrel, right? Although you like dirty blood. What? Do not you find in your class?
- I renounce any class to which you belong, Malfoy.
- We must preserve the purity of magic, Potter. That's all I'm saying. Both
disgust. James feels so sick that you could get sick there.
- not only do not know what is the purity, Lucius, you have no idea what is the magic.
He leaves because he knows that if you stay will haveed to strangle him. Remus drags him but mostly an unknown feeling inside dirt, adhering to the bowels. The nausea takes hours away and during that time unable to recover from the excitement of seeing Lily from the horror of looking at the message, the hint of tears listening to Malfoy. If Lucius understood something about magic, the bastard son of a bitch, never would mourn because it is in those green lies the only hope that James magic can really make the world a better place.
The next morning, the message is gone and the school seems to regain some normalcy. Anyone except Dumbledore and McConagall know that a second hidden message for the first, with myself
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