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lupinlicious
Written for:remeciel
Rating: PG, I think, for somewhat suggestiveness and swearing in #3
Prompt: 3: Odd details about the Astronomy Tower
Summary: Three things that happened in the Astronomy Tower that people don't know about or remember.
Any other notes, warnings, etc.: 1. Many thanks tosockofnether for the beta.
2. Yeah, I actually figured out the dates and times for #2.
3. Sirius has nicknames for all the teachers, in my mind at least.
i. On the underside of telescope number twenty-seven, there is a symbol painted in silver nail varnish, the Marauder’s Coat of Arms.
James came up with the idea because didn’t all groups have to have one? Remus drew the design out because he was easily the most artistic of the four. The other two, Sirius and Peter, squabbled over the finer details; what should go where, what should be what colour, that sort of matters .
The Marauder’s Coat of Arms was a shield divided into four equal parts, or as equal as you can make a shield. The top left and right sides were for Moony and Padfoot, respectively. Moony’s fourth was yellow, a reddish-brown wolf close to the edge. The quarter for Padfoot was blue, Sirius’s form of a black dog resting in the centre. Prongs and Wormtail’s sections were at the bottom. The left side for Prongs, a brown stag nudged so far right in its red portion that it was almost in Wormtail’s. Wormtail was an almost invisible gray rat, hidden close to the far corner of the green chunk.
This symbol was left in five places, one for each of the Marauders plus a second for Sirius. James left his mark on a leg of a bench in the Gryffindor’s Quidditch Locker Room, carved in using a spell. Peter’s was etched hastily on his old wooden bed frame, the one across from Sirius’s bed. It was practically impossible for Sirius to choose between the Slytherin Common Room and Professor McGonagall’s desk, so he permanently engraved the sign on both. But Remus, he drew his in the location that meant most to him, the Astronomy Tower. Telescope number twenty-seven was the one he always used for Astronomy class, it focused just right so he could see anything he wanted. Remus had taken Sirius’s nail varnish and carefully painted the crest using the smallest paintbrush he could find at the time.
ii. A rather unknown fact: The Marauders were in fact a band at one point in time. This was Sirius’s idea, of course. They practiced and held concerts in the Astronomy Tower. It only lasted two months, fourteen days, three hours, and nineteen minutes; Professor McGonagall threw a tantrum (don’t ask her, she’ll deny it if you do) because she had been interrupted. Doing what, nobody knows, but Sirius suspects it wasn’t something he wants to know.
Sirius had learned to play the guitar over the summer between fourth and fifth year and what good was it if nobody else played an instrument?
He tried to teach Remus to play it, but all he could really learn were the chords. A perfect bass player.
Peter was always tapping his quills on his desk in classes, to a beat only he could hear. Drummer? Check.
What was left? Ah, a singer. Sirius had heard James sing in the shower on more than one occasion and damn, he was actually good.
He proposed the idea to the other Marauders and everyone was up for it. Remus was a bit hesitant, but the others got him to agree. James really just wanted to show off for Evans, and Peter had always wanted to be in a band, if even for a moment.
They were rather secretive about their new project, as you might have guessed. Everything had to be a surprise with them.
Sirius and James bought the instruments, claiming they were early Christmas gifts before Remus had the chance to refuse.
They checked the Marauder’s Map, looking for a rehearsal space; a place that nobody would think to look for them.
A classroom was much too predictable and they’d be sure to be caught by a teacher or Prefect.
But the Astronomy Tower was perfect. It wasn’t used for classes on weekends or Hogsmeade trips, so they had plenty of time to practice there.
James made an attempt at writing their songs, but they were all about redheaded beauties that would never give him the time of day.
Sirius ended up writing most of them, Remus helping him find out what was missing or could be worded better.
They held their first concert three weeks, two days, four hours, and thirty-six minutes after they formed the band.
It was a success. The turnout was brilliant, the entire Tower was crowded up to the stage they had put up with magic. Girls and guys from every house, even Slytherin. They denied being there for enjoyment, though; only to see how much the Marauders sucked.
They were wrong.
Everything worked out perfectly, the set list and arrangement, the timing, the look. Nothing went wrong.
Until Professor McGonagall showed up -- tartan nightgown, bun and all, telling them if she heard this racket one more time, she would skin them alive and feed them to the Giant Squid.
Rather inventive with punishments, she was, much like Miss Evans.
They ignored her, and planned their second concert for November 21.
The concert would be at least an hour longer than the last because of the amount of new songs they had, so they started one hour and seventeen minutes earlier than the last time.
It was even better. The place was absolutely packed, people squashed together and on each other’s shoulders.
The crowd knew some of the songs and sang along with James.
There would have been a third concert, maybe a tour even, if Professor McGonagall hadn’t shown up. Again.
She was positively raging. Her clothes were skewed and her bun actually falling out.
“What did I say? What did I say?! You will be serving detention for the rest of your Hogwarts career! Do you hear me? Everyone get out!”
And thus, the Marauders’s band was broken up. A huge disappointment to their fans, but they were infamous.
iii. Many students, including them, did not always think to check whether an Astronomy class would be held the night of their rendezvous. Because of this, they may have gotten caught once or twice. Maybe a third, but five times tops. Really.
A squeal. An incredibly high-pitched girly squeal. They almost didn’t hear it they were so caught up in the moment, but it was so loud.
Sirius looked over his shoulder, and there was an entire group of students, twenty at the least, and Professor Sinistra.
Shit.
They fumbled for their clothes, desperately trying to cover up any important bits. Merlin’s bra, this was so embarrassing!
“Sirius Black! Remus Lupin! This is the fourth time this month that I have come here to teach Astronomy and you two have been up here doing highly inappropriate things!” She shrieked this out in nearly one breath; sounding and looking frighteningly like Professor McGonagall.
Finally having all their clothes on, they came forward. Remus blushing and looking very much like he’d rather be doing anything but this, and Sirius looking entirely unconcerned.
“You know you love it, really, ‘Rora. Fighting back a smile, I bet.”
In all honestly, she was, but no way was she going to let him know that.
“Black, Lupin, why must you come here? Don’t you have a dorm you can do these sorts of things in? There are broom cupboards, too, and empty classrooms.”
Sirius smirked. “Encouraging us, are you, ‘Rora?”
“No,” she sputtered.
“Riiiiight,” he replied, not looking as if he believed her in the least.
Right. Remus was going to die of embarrassment if they didn’t leave soon.
“Sirius,” he whispered, “are you done tormenting her yet? I’d very much like to leave. If you’re good I might let you continue.”
Sirius squeaked, “Right. Of course. We can leave right now if you like.”
Yes, Sirius Black is whipped.
“Enjoy your class, Professor!” He threw her a grin and dragged Remus out.
“Now, I believe you said something about a continuation?”
Author:
lupinliciousWritten for:
remecielRating: PG, I think, for somewhat suggestiveness and swearing in #3
Prompt: 3: Odd details about the Astronomy Tower
Summary: Three things that happened in the Astronomy Tower that people don't know about or remember.
Any other notes, warnings, etc.: 1. Many thanks to
sockofnether for the beta.2. Yeah, I actually figured out the dates and times for #2.
3. Sirius has nicknames for all the teachers, in my mind at least.
i. On the underside of telescope number twenty-seven, there is a symbol painted in silver nail varnish, the Marauder’s Coat of Arms.
James came up with the idea because didn’t all groups have to have one? Remus drew the design out because he was easily the most artistic of the four. The other two, Sirius and Peter, squabbled over the finer details; what should go where, what should be what colour, that sort of matters .
The Marauder’s Coat of Arms was a shield divided into four equal parts, or as equal as you can make a shield. The top left and right sides were for Moony and Padfoot, respectively. Moony’s fourth was yellow, a reddish-brown wolf close to the edge. The quarter for Padfoot was blue, Sirius’s form of a black dog resting in the centre. Prongs and Wormtail’s sections were at the bottom. The left side for Prongs, a brown stag nudged so far right in its red portion that it was almost in Wormtail’s. Wormtail was an almost invisible gray rat, hidden close to the far corner of the green chunk.
This symbol was left in five places, one for each of the Marauders plus a second for Sirius. James left his mark on a leg of a bench in the Gryffindor’s Quidditch Locker Room, carved in using a spell. Peter’s was etched hastily on his old wooden bed frame, the one across from Sirius’s bed. It was practically impossible for Sirius to choose between the Slytherin Common Room and Professor McGonagall’s desk, so he permanently engraved the sign on both. But Remus, he drew his in the location that meant most to him, the Astronomy Tower. Telescope number twenty-seven was the one he always used for Astronomy class, it focused just right so he could see anything he wanted. Remus had taken Sirius’s nail varnish and carefully painted the crest using the smallest paintbrush he could find at the time.
ii. A rather unknown fact: The Marauders were in fact a band at one point in time. This was Sirius’s idea, of course. They practiced and held concerts in the Astronomy Tower. It only lasted two months, fourteen days, three hours, and nineteen minutes; Professor McGonagall threw a tantrum (don’t ask her, she’ll deny it if you do) because she had been interrupted. Doing what, nobody knows, but Sirius suspects it wasn’t something he wants to know.
Sirius had learned to play the guitar over the summer between fourth and fifth year and what good was it if nobody else played an instrument?
He tried to teach Remus to play it, but all he could really learn were the chords. A perfect bass player.
Peter was always tapping his quills on his desk in classes, to a beat only he could hear. Drummer? Check.
What was left? Ah, a singer. Sirius had heard James sing in the shower on more than one occasion and damn, he was actually good.
He proposed the idea to the other Marauders and everyone was up for it. Remus was a bit hesitant, but the others got him to agree. James really just wanted to show off for Evans, and Peter had always wanted to be in a band, if even for a moment.
They were rather secretive about their new project, as you might have guessed. Everything had to be a surprise with them.
Sirius and James bought the instruments, claiming they were early Christmas gifts before Remus had the chance to refuse.
They checked the Marauder’s Map, looking for a rehearsal space; a place that nobody would think to look for them.
A classroom was much too predictable and they’d be sure to be caught by a teacher or Prefect.
But the Astronomy Tower was perfect. It wasn’t used for classes on weekends or Hogsmeade trips, so they had plenty of time to practice there.
James made an attempt at writing their songs, but they were all about redheaded beauties that would never give him the time of day.
Sirius ended up writing most of them, Remus helping him find out what was missing or could be worded better.
They held their first concert three weeks, two days, four hours, and thirty-six minutes after they formed the band.
It was a success. The turnout was brilliant, the entire Tower was crowded up to the stage they had put up with magic. Girls and guys from every house, even Slytherin. They denied being there for enjoyment, though; only to see how much the Marauders sucked.
They were wrong.
Everything worked out perfectly, the set list and arrangement, the timing, the look. Nothing went wrong.
Until Professor McGonagall showed up -- tartan nightgown, bun and all, telling them if she heard this racket one more time, she would skin them alive and feed them to the Giant Squid.
Rather inventive with punishments, she was, much like Miss Evans.
They ignored her, and planned their second concert for November 21.
The concert would be at least an hour longer than the last because of the amount of new songs they had, so they started one hour and seventeen minutes earlier than the last time.
It was even better. The place was absolutely packed, people squashed together and on each other’s shoulders.
The crowd knew some of the songs and sang along with James.
There would have been a third concert, maybe a tour even, if Professor McGonagall hadn’t shown up. Again.
She was positively raging. Her clothes were skewed and her bun actually falling out.
“What did I say? What did I say?! You will be serving detention for the rest of your Hogwarts career! Do you hear me? Everyone get out!”
And thus, the Marauders’s band was broken up. A huge disappointment to their fans, but they were infamous.
iii. Many students, including them, did not always think to check whether an Astronomy class would be held the night of their rendezvous. Because of this, they may have gotten caught once or twice. Maybe a third, but five times tops. Really.
A squeal. An incredibly high-pitched girly squeal. They almost didn’t hear it they were so caught up in the moment, but it was so loud.
Sirius looked over his shoulder, and there was an entire group of students, twenty at the least, and Professor Sinistra.
Shit.
They fumbled for their clothes, desperately trying to cover up any important bits. Merlin’s bra, this was so embarrassing!
“Sirius Black! Remus Lupin! This is the fourth time this month that I have come here to teach Astronomy and you two have been up here doing highly inappropriate things!” She shrieked this out in nearly one breath; sounding and looking frighteningly like Professor McGonagall.
Finally having all their clothes on, they came forward. Remus blushing and looking very much like he’d rather be doing anything but this, and Sirius looking entirely unconcerned.
“You know you love it, really, ‘Rora. Fighting back a smile, I bet.”
In all honestly, she was, but no way was she going to let him know that.
“Black, Lupin, why must you come here? Don’t you have a dorm you can do these sorts of things in? There are broom cupboards, too, and empty classrooms.”
Sirius smirked. “Encouraging us, are you, ‘Rora?”
“No,” she sputtered.
“Riiiiight,” he replied, not looking as if he believed her in the least.
Right. Remus was going to die of embarrassment if they didn’t leave soon.
“Sirius,” he whispered, “are you done tormenting her yet? I’d very much like to leave. If you’re good I might let you continue.”
Sirius squeaked, “Right. Of course. We can leave right now if you like.”
Yes, Sirius Black is whipped.
“Enjoy your class, Professor!” He threw her a grin and dragged Remus out.
“Now, I believe you said something about a continuation?”
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Date: 2008-12-15 10:12 am (UTC)And this!
“Sirius,” he whispered, “are you done tormenting her yet? I’d very much like to leave. If you’re good I might let you continue.”
Sirius squeaked, “Right. Of course. We can leave right now if you like.”
Yes, Sirius Black is whipped.
I love a whipped Sirius Black, just makes me squeeeee.
And their Marauder's Coat of Arms is such a nice touch to this story, adding some sort of solemnness, especially Remus's choice (:
Lovely fic! :D
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Date: 2008-12-21 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 10:17 am (UTC)My favourite of the three things has to be the final one though - silly puppies not checking if there is a class before heading up there. Though I suspect that Sirius probably did know, and that he just liked getting caught.
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Date: 2008-12-15 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 02:44 pm (UTC)I suspect Sirius enjoyed getting caught. I mean, honestly, five times?!
But now you've got me wondering just what McGonagall was doing & I don't really want my mind to go there *shudders*
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Date: 2008-12-15 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-12-15 04:47 pm (UTC)Great story!
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Date: 2008-12-15 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-21 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 08:30 pm (UTC)And the way you ended the fic? is just perfect. :D
And I just love how wonderfully written this fic is. I love the first without any dialogue that leads so smoothly to the second one, and how the third part came so naturally afterwards. I'm so, so, SO lucky to have this fic just for me! *smooches*
You did a really great job. Thank you SO, SOOOO much!
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Date: 2008-12-21 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-16 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-16 02:39 am (UTC)It only lasted two months, fourteen days, three hours, and nineteen minutes; Professor McGonagall threw a tantrum (don’t ask her, she’ll deny it if you do) because she had been interrupted. Doing what, nobody knows, but Sirius suspects it wasn’t something he wants to know.
LOL
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Date: 2008-12-21 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-24 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 09:25 pm (UTC)Merlin’s bra
And what a brilliant phrase!!
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Date: 2009-01-01 01:12 am (UTC)I love when people insert phrases like that into their fics -- I think I've read Merlin's (frilly (white)) knickers and Circe's tits before.