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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟕: 𝐒𝐍𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒' 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘
❝ 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 '𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀' 𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮? ❞
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━"What the bloody hell happened last night?" groaned Peter. All of them were starting to regain their senses but having no recollection of what happened last night.
Except for James Potter who awoke with a smile.
"D'you think he's still drunk?" asked Sirius, pointing as his best friend who was now jumping up and down.
"No. he's gone mental." said Remus.
"Come on, you lot!" James announced. "We can't be late for breakfast!" he says before shutting their bathroom door to take a very quick shower.
Apparently someone's very very excited to see their crush.
Not that Remus, Sirius, and Peter knew.
Not yet atleast.
When the Mauraders arrived at the great hall, Stella was already there, with her perfect robes, perfect hair, and perfect posture.
They took their usual seat, only the difference was James being closer to Stella a little bit.
Her nose scrunched up as someone reeked of some expensive Cologne new to her nose and a shit ton of lemon scent, she turned over to her side to smell that it was coming from James Potter.
"Merlin, James!" She called him. "Why do you reek of lemons?"
Ofcourse when James showered, he put a little too much of the usual amount of his lemon scented shampoo, thinking it'll impress Stella.
"Hmm? I don't know what you're talking about." James easily lied and ate his breakfast.
"I always smell this good." he states, making Remus snicker.
"Please, for the love of Merlin, lessen the bloody lemon scent." Stella huffed. "The Cologne I can stand but the lemon scent — oh Merlin, it smells so horrible."
"What?" James' smile fell.
"She hates lemons." Sirius and Peter said at the same time, making them do a high-five.
"Why?" James asked, tad sadness was heard from his tone.
"It makes me nauseous." She shrugged.
"Over-dramatic arse." Sirius joked, Remus slapped the back of his head, clearly taking Stella's side.
"I'm not like you, Sirius Black." Stella waved her point finger at his face. "Your arse is the exact definition of over-dramatic." she states, making Remus and Peter laugh.
James was a little devastated but still nodded. He chose to look on the bright side instead
Note to self: she hates lemons. It makes her dizzy. James said in his head, for to remember later on to write that information on a piece of parchment.
"Anyway, mind telling me what happened last night?" Sirius asked all of them.
Stella was giggling quietly to herself. (which James found adorable.) The others were oblivious to why she was laughing.
"We don't remember anything. Except for her." Remus pointed at Stella.
"It's because I didn't drink, Rem." Stella shushed. "Who in the right mind drinks a strong alcoholic drink at 13?"
"We're almost 14!" They all shouted together.
"Says the guy who hid my wand."
"You hid her wand?!" Sirius, Remus, and Peter shouted at James.
By now, almost everyone in the Gryffindor table could hear them.
James was more proud of his actions instead of regretting them, Sirius couldn't do anything but laugh.
"Oh, you'll laugh even more when you hear this, Siri." Stella said with a devilish grin on her face. "You are an exceptional dancer. Truly."
With Stella's words, flashbacks of last night came to their minds. They now remembered how Sirius Black was dancing ballet in the Gryffindor common room, imitating Stella.
"Oh! and I can't forget! Remus and Peter, arguing what's the best chocolate flavor."
Moments of Remus and Peter were toppling at each other, debating which brand and flavor of chocolate was the best.
"And James, who was talking about lemons for an hour." she smiled.
The Mauraders had a look of horrified expression in their faces. Instantly regretting as to why they drank alcohol at their 3rd year hallowe'en party.
"I am never drinking again." Sirius groaned, burying his head in his hands.
"Never drinking again my arse."
"It has to be perfect." James Potter whispered to Remus and Peter.
It was ready the 2nd of November, a day before Sirius' birthday. So James was already planning everything for his best friend who's turning 14.
"No— okay, after we prank Snivellus—" James started off.
"Do we have to prank him tomorrow?" asked Remus. "It's Sirius' day, not Snape's." he reasoned.
"Remus is right." Peter decided.
"Fine, but just because you two asked." James says, his eyes drifting from his friends, to Stella, who was infront of them, with her Hufflepuff friends.
"The presents are complete, the millions of confetti are in place, the decorations— well, they're tolerable." James shrugged and cringed at the last part. He wasn't even sure if they spelled the word 'Birthday' right.
"But what about the food? Sirius' birthday cake? what are we going to eat?" Peter asked, clearly worried.
Shit. James hadn't thought about that.
In the midst of his worrying, his eyes were slowly turning to Stella and how she sat with her Hufflepuff friends in Divinations class.
Then a light bulb of idea switched on in his head.
"Well, what are we going to do, James? we can't just let Sirius go on without a birthday cake." Remus whispered to them.
Thank Merlin, Sirius didn't have Divinations class with them.
"Why are you looking at Stella?" Peter suspiciously asked.
"She's the answer to our problems."
Stella was indeed the answer to their problems.
The common room already held up a banner that says: "HAPPY BIRHTDAY, SIRIUS!"
Stella almost banged her head on the table when they indeed misspelled the word 'Birthday', for the reason of James and Peter not knowing if 'T' or 'H' came after 'R'.
The common room had been covered in big red ribbons, and it already had some few Christmas decorations in it. Beside the fireplace, was a table filled with Sirius' favorite food and snacks that were cooked by the house elves through Stella.
And ofcourse, a 5-tier chocolate cake for Sirius' dramatic arse and the flavor was picked by the one and only, Remus Lupin.
"Peter and Sirius are going to arrive any second now." James announced to everyone in the room.
The Gryffindors loved the Mauraders dearly. So everyone from their house was gathered in the common room, with a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, but not a single person from Slytherin.
Everyone had their presents for Sirius, one of them being the Prewett twins that undoubtedly wrapped up tons of product from Zonko's.
"They're here!" whisper-shouted a random Gryffindor.
James, Stella, and Remus sprinted infront of the door with a glitter bomb and confetti bombs in their hands.
"Peter, we've been walking around the castle for hours—" Sirius was cut right off when glitters and confetti exploded in his face.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Sirius was wide-eyed, his for best friends had arranged another spectacular birthday party for him, he snuffled a few glitters on his nose when he choked a sob.
Noticing the tears in his eyes, Stella spoke up. "Merlin, no. Is he—"
"Going to cry?" Gideon Prewett said.
"Yes, he does that." Fabian Prewett finished.
"Every year." they both said in unison.
"All of this, for me?" he sniffled.
Oh, it's his dramatic side coming alive again. James, Stella, Peter, and Remus thought, yet they nodded happily at the birthday boy.
"Oh and the cake! It's gorgeous!" he complimented, staring at the 5-tier chocolate cake. "Well not as gorgeous as me, but I love it!"
"Told you he'll love it." Stella whispered to James.
To which James didn't respond because his ears felt tickled and his cheeks were red.
"It's all Stella and Remus." Peter said.
Sirius turned around so fast and engulfed the two of them in a hug, both of them had red faces since they couldn't breathe through the hug.
"Thank you, and I really really mean it." Sirius says, though his voice was muffled because his face was buried in Stella's hair.
Not a second or so, James and Peter joined in the hug, making all of them get covered in glitters that would take weeks to completely wash off.
"Stop snuffling already!" Stella tutted.
"Yeah, stop crying, snuffles." James teased, creating a new nickname for him, thanks for Stella.
"You've got presents to open!" Peter chirped in.
Everyone was already eating when James allowed them too, they wondered how they persuaded the house elves to cook them lots of dishes.
All thanks to Stella and her Hufflepuff friends, Eloise and Portia, ofcourse.
Sirius ran through the piles of presents he received from his fan club and his close friends.
His best friends' gifts however, were on their dorm, he always liked to open the best for last.
Looking up, he saw the huge banner for him, yet his eyes were glinting in confusion.
"WHO THE BLOODY HELL SPELLED 'BIRTHDAY' WRONG?"
"Shut up, snuffles. Last year you spelled my name wrong."
The older students drank firewhisky, but as promised, Sirius Black did not drink anymore. Well, he took one shot but that's it.
Now, the party soon ended at 2 am in the morning with Professor McGonagall giving them an earful, yet she gave a small gift to Sirius after that.
The Mauraders and Stella had been gathered around the boys' dorm for the final gift opening. The young Rosier had to change into her usual silk pyjamas from her red fitted turtle-neck dress earlier.
"Alright, alright." Sirius rubbed his palms together and seated next to Remus and Peter. "The best gift, for last." Sirius winked at Stella.
Sirius already opened his present from James, which was new top of the line Quidditch equipments.
From Peter were new sets of notebooks (because his old one was already full of doodles.), and a basket full of various foods.
From Remus was a hand-knitted black jumper and a shit-ton of chocolate frogs.
Once Sirius started unwrapping the box, Stella couldn't contain her wide grin and James did not fail to see that.
"What's thi— wait. It's a shoe, oh it's a boot." Sirius muttered, he read the engravings on the box which had three letters in it. "It's the muggle one! the one on the magazines!"
Sirius tossed the expensive box in excitement and snatched his new black combat boots.
"I don't know muggle money but I know it's pricey! How did you even buy this? Did you sneak out of Hogwarts?" Sirius asked constantly.
"No." Stella chuckled. "I owled my brother to buy this for me, he's in Paris." she answered.
Peter, Remus, and James were now looking at Sirius' new boots. It really was a nice pair of shoes.
"What's YSL?" asked Peter and everyone looked at each other and shrugged.
"Maybe it's a code. A muggle code! Maybe they're using it to track Sirius—" James decided. Stella squinted her eyes before hitting James on his arm. "Ow— what was that for?!"
"It's the brand name, dimwit! it stands for Yves Saint Laurent." Stella laughed at James for his idiocy. (which James took calmly on the outside, but on his inside, kaleidoscope of butterflies were swarming in his body.)
Sirius gave everyone one last show of him wearing everything that he got for his birthday, an unwipeable smile was on his face.
They were all knackered and eventually drifted asleep in their designated beds, except for Sirius. Stella guessed it was the adrenaline rush.
"They're all asleep." Stella yawned and stretched. "I'll be heading back now. Happy Birthday again, Sirius." Stella gave him one last hug.
"You have absolutely no idea how you made my birthday this fantastic." Sirius confessed and there he was snuffling tears again. "I really mean it, thank you, Stella."
"I didn't know you were a softie." Stella laughed. "But you're very welcome... snuffles."
author's note
and that's how sirius got his nickname "snuffles"... atleast in this book :)
alsooo, whaaaat 2 chapters in less than 2 days, procrastinating who??
i also may or may not be working on the next chapter right now.
😉