Back In Time

A Story for Seri_Black

Chapter 3

The Crowning Of The King

“Lily Evans, it’s nice to meet you, Brooke.”
“I like your name, it’s really pretty.”
“Really? If I ever have a daughter, I’ve always wanted to name her Brooke,” she said, apparently forgetting that James was there.
He seemed to feel the need to remind her. “Brooke Potter. I like the sound of that!”
“Shut it, Potter!!! Brooke and I are trying to have a private conversation and you have to interrupt us! You’re so-so-so annoying!!!”
“Why thank you,” said James, bowing. “I pride myself on being the king of annoyance.”
“I thought I was the king of annoyance!” Sirius proclaimed, jumping off the couch.
“Nope, it’s me.”
“What?” Sirius and James said together, turning in my direction after my random outburst.
“Cheese,” I answered simply, shrugging as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say.
“I know what you said,” Sirius replied. “What I don’t get is why you said it.”
“I’m sure I don’t know.”
“But you said it!!!”
“So?” I could tell I was annoying him now. “Half the things I say I don’t think about!”
“GIRLS ARE CRAZY!!!” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
“Aw, Sirius, don’t judge the entire gender by just lil’ ole me.”
Everyone was laughing now, even Lily.
If I was already going to be a class clown, I might as well do it thoroughly.
“Roses are red, violets are blue, some poems rhyme, others don’t.”
“Ooh!” James exclaimed. “Roses are red, violets are blue, I hate rhyming…Hippogriff.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem makes no sense, dishwasher.”
If I hadn’t seen his lips move, I’d’ve doubted it was Remus who spoke, not even looking up from his book in the process; my father (when I knew him as Sirius Black, my thirty-six-year-old father and not Sirius Black, sixteen-year-old trouble maker) had left me with the impression that Remus didn’t have a sense of humor.
Lily giggled. “Come on, I’ll show you our dorm.”
She pulled me up the staircase and took me to the fifth year’s dorm.
“You can have the bed by the window, it has the best view.”
“I can see.”
“So, tell me about yourself, Brooke.”
“Well, my father died last year-”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay; I didn’t know him that well.”
“Do you wanna tell me about him?”
“I guess. He was about this tall-” (I put my hand up in the air to demonstrate,) “with black, curly hair that came down to about his shoulders. He had a beard and mustache. He was pretty funny, actually. That’s really all I know…. But I can tell you about me. My middle name is Aquaria, and I hate it. I like flying, playing Quidditch-I’m normally a Beater-except I’m never allowed to play, because-”
“Because what?”
“I’m not supposed to tell you but…I’m the next in line for the throne.”
“You’re a princess?!?!”
“Yes.” Hey I thought, mentally moralizing my lie, my father is the King of Annoyance, and he did just die, so I would be, if annoyance was a kingdom.
“Well then maybe I should bow to you.”
“NONONO!!! Please, don’t!”

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