Chapter 2
The next day
“So I told her ‘Meadows! I barely know you.’ You know what I mean” Marlene said with a little wink, sitting across from Remus and Lily.
“Stop talking to me like we’re in the middle of a conversation. You just sat down” Lily said with a huff “Hate it when you do this”
“Alright” Marlene rolled her eyes “What is up with Remus over here”
The boy in question was glancing between the doors of the great hall and at his toast as if he couldn’t decide which one to look at. At the mention of his name he tore his eyes from the door and looked at them. “Huh?”
This time Lily rolled her eyes “Yes, what is going on? Is this about Sirius”
“Huh? What? No- I mean yes. Sirius” Remus shook his head, collecting the jumble words flying around in his brain to form a comprehensible sentence. “I was just wondering where Sirius and the guys are”
The guys in question:
“Prongs get your elbow out of my eye”
“Ow get off my foot first you wanker”
“This is you two’s fault” Sirius said with a sigh.
Cupid, as it turns out, is indeed a baby in diapers. Sirius did his share of research last night to find out that cupids are quite low tempered and and might attack you with their prickly arrows in case provoked.
The plan was working perfectly. Dumbledore had easily been lured away from his office. A series of paintings serenading him with his favorite song- “The Ballad Of Hippogriff and House-elf” by Fat Friar. (Turns out the local Hufflepuff ghost had an underground music career) The man had weird taste. Flooing in the cupid had been easy too, just the promise of 20 galleons for a teeny tiny job.
In James and Peter’s defense, they manage to stay quite till they were in the halfway towards the Gryffindor’s common room when James randomly blurted out if cupids ever grow up or they just have sex as a baby. Peter further added a joke that would normally be considered highly inappropriate to say in front of an infant. Despite himself Sirius snorted.
The Cupid, as expected, did not find this funny (tough crowd). His ocean blue eyes turned into little flame of fires (literally) as he took out fire shaped bows from his quiver and started shooting at them. It felt like an ant the size of a cupid biting him. But he still couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the sound of an adult voice coming out of the baby sized body, shouting profanities at them. It was comical.
But now they were stuck inside the broom closet they were taking shelter in to avoid the cupid’s wraith.
James once again checked the map to make sure no one was coming near the hallway. They had to get out of there before someone came. The cupid was currently flying ‘round in circles in front of the closet’s door. Did Sirius mention the cupid has wings?
“This is ridiculous” Peter huffed “We should go out and just smack that little beast”
“Let’s do stone paper and scissors. The loser has to go out” Sirius suggested.
They played the first match. Rock, rock, and scissors.
“It’s a game of chance! Why do I always lose” James whined.
“Because you always pick scissors” Peter answered
“That is not true. Lets go again”
After 17 rematches, James goes out of the closet muttering something about ‘reverse-psychology’ being a ‘bust’.
Sirius and Peter didn’t have to wait in suspense as the screaming started in a second.
“Uh oh. We forgot to make a plan” Peter winced
“Remus is the mastermind.” Sirius said banging his head lightly at the wall.