Lost Legacy, 21

Year 2: Chapter 21
Quidditch Practice


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"Mr. Black. Mr. Black," Professor Slughorn repated as he rapped Sirius on the head with his measuring stick. Sirius looked around for the source before spotting the stout professor standing in the aisle. "I'm going to have to give you an hour of detention tonight, Mr. Black. Sleeping in the classroom is inexcuseable."

"Yeah," Sirius blinked and yawned.

"You will have exactly an hour to complete the assignment. You will work with the person to your right. You may begin," Slughorn returned to his desk and flipped an hourglass with a flick of his wand.

"Oi! Sirius!" a girl called from behind him. Slightly startled, he turned to address her.

"Oi."

"I'm sorry if I caught you off guard. We're working together," she stated. She was a very skinny girl with her brown hair pulled back and her shimmering blue eyes glowing.

"Oh," Sirius nodded. "Who are you?"

She grinned. "Tapanga Ross, " she made a gesture to shake hands.

"Hello," Sirius accepted the offer. "So...what even is the project...potion...thingy?"

She giggled. "Swelling Solution."

"Facinating," Sirius slowly nodded again as he leafed through the pages of his textbook. "Swelling Solution," he read, even though she had just stated that. "Sounds amazing."

She giggled again. The two worked on the potion - or rather the one: Tapanga seemed more than pleased with getting to be partnered with Sirius and was doing the majority of the project, though Sirius would grab a piece of the roots of a tea plant and start to cut it into little slices when Slughorn would pass by. Finally, however, the insanity had to come to an end with Professor Slughorn telling everyone to quickly put a sample of their potion into a viel. Tapanga and Sirius had down this already and collected their books into the bags for the last class of the day. In Sirius and James's case, it was Defense Against The Dark Arts.

And sure enough, James caught up with Sirius. "You blockhead! The first Quidditch practice is tonight!" Sirius stopped, frozen to the spot.

"Damn! It is!" he slapped himself on the forehead.

"Sirius! We're going to be late!" James called to Sirius, quickly releasing him from his coma. He ran to catch up with James.

"I'm really sorry, mate," Sirius moaned. "Didn't sleep enough last night." He blinked, remembering their previous flight to the Astronomy Tower.

"Whatever," James shook his head as they entered the Defense classroom. "You can always make it the next one." The two took their usual seats behind Remus and Peter.

"Don't mean to be nosy," Remus overheard and turned around to join in on the conversation, "but next what?"

"What?" James asked in the surprise equivalent to a deer caught in headlights.

"Next what?" Remus repeated.

"This idiot fell asleep in Slughorn's class," James stated grimly.

"What!" Sirius threw his hands up. "I thought you were over it! What about that 'Whatever, you can come to the next practice' thing!"

"Maybe you could get around it somehow," Peter said. Remus glanced over at him and then looked thoughtful.

"What are we goin' to do? Clone me!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Shh," James warned Sirius to keep his tone down. "There actually might be something..."

"What if he didn't have to be there, but could still see it," Remus pondered aloud.

"Huh?" Peter asked. Sirius, however, understood immediately understood.

"The two-way mirrors."

"Yeah, there you go," James nodded. "Sirius can watch it in his detention. He can watch it like he's there."

"How will he serve his detention then?" Peter asked.

"He ain't goin' to be watching the entire practice, Peter. Only my parts," James replied. Remus gave a sarcastic grin as he rolled his eyes.


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"I'm bored," James had finished preparing himself for the upcoming practice and was sitting on the chair in the Gryffindor Common Room. His head fell into his chest, buthe quickly revived from this short fatigueness by lifting his head again, yawning, and then blinking the sleep from his eyes.
"Really?" his best friend smirked. "I'm Sirius, pleased to meet you Bored!" Sirius grabbed James's arm - not hand, arm - and violently shook it. James pulled it away for his own sake.

And quite possibly Sirius's as well.

"You're not Serious, believe me," James smirked at his pun. Sirius raised his eyebrow and shook his head as if James had seriously violated him.

"That joke belongs to me and me alone," Sirius gave a fake, but convincing, scowl. James laughed.

"What does the clock say, Sirius?" James asked, even though he could have easily looked for himself.

"Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick!" Sirius grinned, shortly followed by James who was laughing.

"Um...I'd guess around four thirty..." Remus remarked from behind his latest book, Philosophy of the Mundane, The: Why Muggles Prefer Not to Know by Professor Mordicus Egg. James looked at the grandfather clock in the corner and it clearly read thirty-seven minutes after four.

"I hate it when you're right," James grumbled, causing Sirius to laugh. "My practice and your detention start in thirty-three, twenty-three-"

"Twenty-two," Sirius said as the thin, second arm passed twelve and continued to make it the rest of the way around the clock.

"Thanks, Professor Black," James rolled his eyes.

Remus put down his book, sat up, and stared at them with a fake, alarmed look in his eyes. "I thought I was the professor?"

"Shouldn't you two start for practice and stuff?" Peter asked. James rolled his eyes again, raised his eyebrow, and crossed his arms. Sirius stood beside him with his eyebrow up and a smug smile.

"Alright, Mother, I'll get on that," James sassed.

"Will you wash my socks while I'm gone, Mum? Handwash only," Sirius slipped his shoe off and stuck a bright green sock in Peter's face as he said this. Peter backed away and held his nose.

"Fine, be late. Just get that sock outta my face!" Peter pleaded with what sounded like a conjested head. James laughed at Peter and then at Sirius who was hopping up and down as he tried to slip his sock back onto his foot.

"Wanna sit down?" James asked. Sirius grinned sarcastically and made to sit down on the footstool before the chair, but James pulled out his wand first and with a quick and effecient "Accio footstool", the piece of furniture went flying out from under Sirius and into James's self, knocking him clear off of his chair with its force. Sirius as well was brought down to the floor with a thud.

Remus and Peter laughed ecstatically at this backfire of a James's spell and Sirius's gullibility of falling for the trick. James's arms appeared on the arm of the red chair first before they lifted the rest of his dazed body up from the floor. He shook his head and saw Sirius sitting indian style on the floor where the footstool had originally been with a menacing gleam in his eyes. He slowly nodded his head and gave a small grin. "You are gonna get it so bad when I'm through with you, Potter..." Sirius mischievously said.

"You shoulda seen your face!" Remus wheezed for air as he completely forgot about correct grammar.

"Watch it, Lupin, or you're gonna get it, too," Sirius threatened.


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"You are to chip these cauldrons apart, Mr. Black. Without magic, this will be your wand," Professor Slughorn added, handing Sirius a common file. "Happens a first year concocted a very powerful potion that would bind them together when it spilled out of a hole in the bottom," Slughorn clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "But that happens," he clapped his hands together. "Well, best to start, 'ey?"
"Aye," Sirius gave a less than enthusiastic response as the chubby professor left for his office. He picked up the file and after examining it for a minute, pulled a pair of cauldrons out of the pile, sat on the dungeon floor, and began to chisel away at the giant pots. He did the same routine on the two for the next five minutes before, looking carefully around that no one was coming, pulling out his two way mirror. "James," he softly said into it. Nothing happened and he supposed it was because he would have to add a last name. "James Potter." Still nothing. How was he suppose to support James and watch the practice if he couldn't pick anything up? But then...

James would be on his broomstick now, unable to be holding the mirror as well as try to play Quidditch. Remus or Peter must have the mirror if anything. "Remus Lupin?" Sirius talked to the mirror. It shone a bit until Remus's tired but excited face appeared in it.

"There you are! I didn't want to try to catch you in case I caught you at a bad time," Remus explained. Sirius heard a "Tell him I say hi!" in the background from Peter. He rolled his eyes.

"Hey Peter," Sirius sighed. "Lets see him then, Remey." Remus made sure that Sirius saw him roll his eyes in dislike into the mirror before putting the mirror up into the air.

"See 'im?" he asked.

"Try a bit to the left," Sirius suggested.

And sure enough there was James on his broom. He was punching into his left hand with his right until the Quaffle came to his possession and he raceddown the court. Unfourtunately, Remus didn't.

"Right, Remus, Right!" It worked and Sirius watched James make an perfect pass to other Chaser Brandy Benson who marked it through the middle ring.

"YES!" Sirius cheered. Remus pulled the mirror away from the practice.

"Sirius, it's only a practice. It's not the World Cup."

"You just don't like Quidditch that much," Sirius defended himself.

"Call back in another fifteen minutes or so. That doesn't mean fifteen seconds. That is minutes," Remus instructed.

"I got it," Sirius replied. Remus left the mirror and the image went back to Sirius looking into it. He tucked it back into his pocket and started to saw at the cauldrons again, pleased with James's success on the Quidditch team.



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A/N- Yay! More silliness! To satisfy EvilNNasty129 over at DeviantART, I added some more school and a detention. This chapter is dedicated to reviewer #120, shadow929! Candy and chocolate for you! And to answer the question, Daughter Goose, I was originally planning on doing something with the two, but not anymore. Probably not anyway. I just was too lazy to change the last names again. brennQT, have no fear! The story is going to go to two hundred chapters when I can pick it up again. It is FAR from over. Hooray for joining the party, pinklettuceleaf! Hope to hear more from you! I'll probably be updating this version before the one over at FanArt, though.

Thanks for all the reviews y'all! Lets try that again! It's really cool!