Chapter Fifteen: Intolerable Apathy
[Marty]
I am waiting outside the Transfiguration classroom for Remus, who is having a word with McGonagall about his next transformation in a couple of weeks time. Sirius is waiting with me, while James and Peter have gone on ahead to save us seats in the Great Hall for lunch (as if we need it â“ no one would ever sit in the Maraudersâ places anyway â“ all James and Peter really wanted was an excuse to stuff their faces earlier than the rest of us).
âItâs despicable, really,â Sirius is saying, âthat they canât wait just five minutes for the poor lad to speak to his teacher. Moony has faced indescribable hardships and all they can think about is food. Iâm not even joking.â
He clearly is, but I say, hoping to lighten the mood, âI guess you could say youâre pretty serious ... right, Sirius?â
He stares at me. Now he really does look appalled, as opposed to pretending to look appalled. âLook, Marty, I appreciate that youâre trying to be humorous and Iâm absolutely ecstatic that we are on speaking terms again. But please never use my name in that way again. Itâs like me calling you Farty. Would you like that?â
I swallow. âNot particularly.â
âI mean,â Sirius muses. âIf you think about it, they donât even sound that similar. Sirius. Serious. Completely different.â
âAbsolutely,â I agree, wishing Iâd just kept my mouth shut (but also trying not to laugh).
âI donât see why people have to bring it up every time they meet me for the first time. Itâs not like I couldnât make fun of their names, as I proved with the whole Farty thing.â
âYes,â I nod, backing up fast. âYouâre completely right. Forget I said anything.â
âThe only similarity, really,â he continues, ignoring me completely, âis that they both begin with the letter âSâ and end in âU-Sâ.â
âAnd they have three syllables and the intonation only has one subtle difference,â I fill in. Oh, damn it. Way to keep my mouth shut.
âLook.â Sirius is frowning. âItâs not my fault, okay? It was my parents. Itâs a family name! There have been Siriuses-es-es,â he deliberately stumbles over the pronunciation of the plural, but carries on regardless, âfor centuries. Really, if you mock my name, youâre mocking my heritage.â
âRight,â I say, trying very hard not to laugh. âSorry, Sirius. I didnât mean to offend you.â
âAnd like I said. Theyâre basically completely different words. Sure, if a kid under the age of three mixes them up, thatâs understandable, but for mature people ages four and up, itâs completely unnaccepâ“â
âIs Sirius giving the Sirius vs Serious talk again?â asks Remus, appearing at my side out of the classroom doors. âJust tell him heâs seriously messed up for having such serious issues over something as simple and un-serious as a name and should have some serious therapy if he feels so seriously upset about it. That usually leaves him spluttering for long enough to make your getaway.â
Sirius looks disgruntled. âSays the one named after a twin raised by wolves. Nice little coincidence that was, wasnât it?â
Remus and Sirius begin bickering and start to walk away from me in the direction of the Great Hall, seemingly forgetting I exist as they fight over whose name is more stupid.
I take out my notebook and write, At least 50% of the Marauder population have unresolved issues surrounding their birth names. I shall be doing research into the other 50% shortly, although surely James and Peter sound relatively normal? But perhaps it is in the normality that their insecurities lie. And then I follow them to dinner.
Ah, itâs good to be back.
[Remus]
I never would have expected how great it is to have Marty back with us. I donât know why she hated us for all that time and then randomly changed her mind and I donât really care; itâs just great to have her around. She subtly told those dunderheads âThe Maraudering Fourâ that she felt their talents lay somewhere outside of sponsorship-and-spokesperson-ism and officially reinstated us into our original roles. On Saturday, in just two days, she is holding a protest outside Eugene Cardracâs house and we will be there to bring in the crowds (in her words, at least. Personally, I donât see why anyone would come because of us, especially since she seems to be doing fine by herself, but she keeps insisting that every little thing helps. I donât want to argue. Like I said, Iâm just happy sheâs back with us).
And if the whole experience of her randomly hating us has taught us anything, itâs not to get into conflicts too easily. In fact, weâve shown an awful lot of self-restraint recently. Seeing how hurt she got over what happened really seemed to show us the consequences of our actions and even Sirius doesnât seem to be as sharp tongued as he used to be (so far, at least). I guess we never realised before that sometimes people might actually be offended by things we say. And we certainly never realised how bad we would feel if someone got so offended that they never spoke to us again. Iâm telling you, that was a close call. All in all, I think weâve learned our lesson ... well, mostly. Some of us will never fully learn our lesson, but there you go.
Itâs a Thursday evening, so itâs pretty quiet. We are planning the final, uh, plan, for the protest on Saturday. Apparently thatâs when a load of Ministry officials are coming to assess ... something. Marty seems to know the details and keeps explaining them (and why they are such an injustice) at great length, while we sit here bemusedly and try to keep up. As far as I know, weâre just going to turn up on Saturday and hold some signs and possibly do some chanting or something.
Marty leans back for a moment thoughtfully. âSo if the protest starts at one oâclock ... weâll have to get there at about half past twelve to organise anybody who decides to come early and to hand out signs and figure out how many people are going to be there ... but what do we do before that?â
Sirius shrugs. âI dunno. Normal Hogsmeade stuff, I guess.â
âI hear Zonkoâs has a sale on,â Peter informs us. I inwardly groan.
âReally?â James perks up, happy to finally be able to understand whatâs going on. âYou know, I am running low on supplies. And we should really start planning what weâre going to do for Halloweâen.â
âYeah, good point. It will be harmless, of course,â Sirius says, surreptitiously glancing at Marty. At least, he probably thinks heâs being surreptitious.
âYou know,â I say, thinking that Sirius, James and Peter probably want some time away from Marty to plan their next act of trouble making. âYou could always come with me, Marty, rather than trailing round after these guys in a Zonkoâs sale.â
Marty looks over at me. âDonât you want to go trailing around in a Zonkoâs sale?â
She must be crazy. And watch those three idiots have kittens over every new product thatâs been released? Iâd be glad to keep her away for a while, even if it means having to answer questions on weird things like what my favourite kind of breakfast is.
âIâll be okay to miss it just this once,â I say out loud. âI can give you the Marauderâs tour of Hogsmeade. Itâll be very exciting.â
âAs long as you donât go giving her something else, as well,â Sirius mutters, while James and Peter snigger into their hands.
âWhat else would he give me?â asks Marty and I genuinely donât think she knows.
âNothing,â I say. âTheyâre just being immature. Itâll be fine, weâll have fun.â
âI bet you will,â James says and they start sniggering again. For goodness sake, just how old are they?
âYeah. Well. Is Luanne coming to the protest on Saturday, James?â I ask, to change the subject. He nods.
âOf course. Iâm always trying to take her to new places, to enrich her education. Not all learning is from books, you know. Iâm planning on taking her fishing one of these days, but for now weâll have to settle with some nice, peaceful picketing and voicing of our opinions, insufferable youths that we are, with nothing better to do than harass Ministry officials.â
âWe wonât be harassing them,â Marty points out. âWeâll just be telling them that we think their decisions are completely atrocious and that by destroying our heritage, they are destroying are history and if we canât learn from our history ...â
She is off again. There is a collective sigh as we settle back in our seats, now that a conversation we can actually understand and take part in is over.
Ah, itâs good to have her back.
[Marty]
I spend Friday evening sitting with Lily in the dorm. She is reorganising her sock drawer, for reasons I canât quite fathom, but I have decided to keep her company, while I paint some signs for tomorrow. Sheâs still my friend, after all, even though I did patch things up with the Marauders.
âSo youâre all set for Saturday, then?â I ask.
âYes, Marty, for the last time. Iâll be there, donât worry. Iâll even bring Mary and Roxie and maybe even Phyll with me, okay? Itâll be great. One oâclock, right?â
I nod. âYeah. Though you might want to get there a little earlier, because Iâll need to hand signs out and things. Me and Remus are going to turn up at about half past twelve, but you wonât have to be that early.â
Lily looks round for a moment. âYou and Remus? What about the others?â
I shrug, as I carefully paint the third âaâ in âintolerable apathyâ. âWell, thereâs a sale at Zonkoâs so weâre meeting them outside the house later on. Theyâre supposed to get there at half past as well, but letâs be honest. Theyâll probably be late. Iâll make sure me and Remus are there on time, though.â
âSo youâre spending your Hogsmeade trip just you and Remus Lupin?â she asks, in a weird voice. Like she knows something I donât. Or like sheâs implying something I donât understand.
âNo,â I say. âIâm spending my Hogsmeade morning just me and Remus Lupin. Why?â
âI didnât know you guys were close,â she says in what I can only describe as a sing-song voice. Why is she speaking like that? Whatâs so special about two friends going to visit Hogsmeade together?
âYes you did,â I point out. âI spent the summer at his house, remember?â
âUh huh,â Lily says, folding socks with a look on her face which suggests she is merely humouring me. But why would she do that? Remus and I are just friends. Itâs not like anyone would ever think weâre more than that, is it? Why would any boy ever like me in that way? Iâm Marty Price. I know what they think of me. How many times did I try and speak to a boy, even just to explain a Cause to him, or get him to sign a petition, only to have him pretend he doesnât understand English, or suddenly remember that he left his phoenix on fire? If Lily thinks weâre anything more than good friends sheâs kidding herself.
âWhat?â I demand. âI hope you donât think Remusâs intentions are anything more than they actually are.â
âI donât know,â she says. âWhat are his intentions?â
âTo show me round Hogsmeade so that the other three can buy the preparations for their Halloweâen prank without me there to try to stop them!â I cry. After all, Iâm not stupid. I know exactly what theyâre planning to do when Iâm not around.
Unless ... what if Remus asked me on a date yesterday and I never even realised? What if he really does want to get me on his own so he can ... so he can have his way with me or something? So he can make his move? What if itâs all a horribly elaborate plot to trick me into a false sense of security with this âjust friendsâ thing and then woo me or something? Not that thereâs anything wrong with Remus. Itâs not like I would hold his being a werewolf against him. I wouldnât want to be wooed by ANY of the Marauders. Iâm just not that kind of girl. I have nothing to do with romance and romance has nothing to do with me. Itâs a little arrangement we set up over the years, romance and I. We avoid each other like the plague. Thatâs just the way things are. Surely Remus knows that, right? Surely he knows Iâm not the kind of girl you take on a date? What was he thinking, asking me out like that? No wonder the other three kept sniggering! I thought they were just being themselves, when really they were making innuendos that I only just figured out this minute!
I canât believe I got asked out on â“ and accepted â“ a date without even realising it. This is so typical of me. And now I canât even get out of it. I canât randomly change my plans, or have a family commitment I canât get out of or anything, because I already agreed Iâd go with him.
âMarty?â Lily asks. âAre you okay? You know I was kidding, right? I know youâre just friends. I was messing with you.â
âI donât feel too well,â I croak out. And I donât. I havenât been feeling 100% healthy all day, actually, but I was putting it off until now. Until I realised what an idiot I am. Now itâs all catching up with me.
âDo you need to go to the Hospital Wing? Not too well, how? A lot of the first years have been ill lately, could you have what they have? Marty, I was joking with the Remus thing, donât look so terrified!â
But itâs okay for her to say that now! Sheâs not the one who accidentally accepted a marriage proposal without even realising it. Okay, not exactly. But kind of. She may only have been joking, but her humour and satire achieved only to uncover the truth! This is horrible!
And my head hurts. I really donât feel so good.
[Remus]
Somehow â“ even though I know thereâs nothing to be afraid of, itâs only Marty, after all â“ I manage to make myself nervous about spending Hogsmeade morning alone with her. I donât even know why Iâm this nervous. Iâve been alone with her plenty of times before. She lived at my house for the majority of the summer, after all. But then it was like living with a sister I never knew I had. Now, I donât know what itâs like. Those stupid comments the others kept making when I first suggested it keep coming back to haunt me. Not that Iâd âgive herâ something. Not weâd âhave funâ. Iâm not that immature. Just the idea of us being anything more than friends ... it could happen, of course. I mean, why not? Weâre two teenagers of the opposite sex, good friends and walking round a picturesque little village together. The odds are that anything could happen.
Only ... Marty? Marty Price? Itâs crazy. The very idea. Itâs just not the done thing. And even if it was, we canât exactly get past the fact that I become a raving bloodthirsty dangerous monster once a month. That alone would kind of hold back any relationship I would hope to form in the future. Itâs madness. Pure madness. Not only that, but she has this thing about pumpkin juice, where she refuses to drink it because of some forgotten campaign her mother was part of. She even protests about using pumpkins during Halloweâen. Why would I feel something about someone like that?
But for some reason, the idea wonât leave me alone.
âYou all right, Moony?â Peter asks over breakfast. âYou look a little uneasy.â
âYou wouldnât be the only one,â Marty mutters. âI swear Iâm ill somehow. Ever since I realised ... I mean, ever since I spoke to Lily about ... ever since I spoke to Lily yesterday and before that, Iâve just not felt right. I blame first years.â She is drinking water, not pumpkin juice. For some reason this bothers me a lot more than usual. Why did I never notice how weird that thing with the pumpkin juice was before now?
âYouâre not going to be sick on me, are you?â Sirius asks worriedly, since he is sitting opposite her. Now that she mentions it, she doesnât look too great. Itâs probably all those pumpkin vitamins sheâs been missing out on. How is water supposed to be any good for you?
âI donât think so,â she says. âBut Iâll warn you if I am.â
Sirius doesnât look comforted.
âCome on,â I say, standing up. âIf neither of us are eating anything, we might as well go now.â
âOkay. Just wait here, though, I left some stuff in the dorm ...â she stands and leaves quickly, occasionally putting her hand out to steady herself.
âPoor love,â James says as he shakes his head. âRemind me not to let Luanne too near, I donât want her catching something.â
âJames!â I reprimand him. âThatâs your friend youâre talking about, not a disease bank.â
âSo? I have to look out for my own. Lighten up, Moony.â
âYeah, why are you so nervous today, Moony?â Peter asks. âYou arenât worried youâre going to catch something, too, are you?â
âOf course not,â I say. âAnd Iâm not nervous, either.â
âYeah, right,â Sirius chuckles. âAnd Iâm not Merlinâs gift to women.â
âExactly,â I say. âYouâre more like ... Merlinâs gift to sea creatures. Just like Iâm not nervous, Iâm ... apprehensive.â
âApprehensive about what? Youâre afraid Martyâs going to jump out and eat you while youâre showing her a romantic secluded corner of Hogsmeade thatâs conveniently deserted?â James suggests.
Sirius grins wickedly. âOf course not, sheâs far too polite. What Moony is afraid of, chaps, is that he will jump out and eat her while heâs showing her a romantic secluded corner of Hogsmeade thatâs conveniently deserted.â
âNo Iâm not,â I insist, whilst making a mental note to avoid any deserted corners that could be interpreted as romantic and/or secluded. âI have a remarkable amount of self-control, thank you very much. No one will be eating anybody. Also, well done for being graphically weird and cannibalistic, guys. If thatâs what you do while youâre on a date with a girl, then Iâm very glad Iâm missing out on it all.â
âA remarkable amount of self-control, eh?â Sirius grins, perfectly happy to be winding me up this way. âInteresting. So you wonât be jumping out and eating her, youâll just be thinking about it. I see how it is.â
âIâm not eating anybody!â I practically yell. âWeâre just two friends, having a nice walk around Hogsmeade. To save you guys from having to be careful about what you buy from Zonkoâs, may I remind you. I donât appreciate your level of gratitude.â
âOooh,â James teases. âHe doesnât appreciate your level of gratitude, Padfoot. Well, you must be scared. Iâd apologise good and quick, if I were you, or he might try and eat you. You know what weird fantasies these cannibals have when they get angry or ... frustrated.â He waggles his eyebrows and then joins Sirius and Peter in their howling laughter.
âShut up,â I tell them, but even I cannot help but laugh a little. I consider trying to prove my innocence by pointing out how weird I find the pumpkin juice thing all of a sudden, but they wouldnât understand. A couple of minutes later, Marty arrives back, carrying three or four wooden signs with messages that no one but she understands, such as âThe Youth of Today Protect the Generation of Yesterday!â and âListen to the Past, You Might Learn About the Future!â
Whatever thatâs supposed to mean. I offer to carry them for her.
âThanks,â she says. âWe can duplicate them later, when we hand them out.â
âGood idea,â I say, nodding. âAre you sure youâre okay to go? Youâre not going to pass out in the middle of the chanting or anything?â
She shakes her head. âIâll be fine. See you later, guys,â she says to the other three. âHalf past twelve, remember?â
They nod. âHow could we forget?â Peter says and smiles.
We make our way out towards Hogsmeade and I talk to Marty about various things. Nothing particularly important. I donât think Iâm the only one who is nervous about this thing. Sheâs trying not to show it, but it seems like Marty is a little uncomfortable, too. Though maybe sheâs just ill. Still, every time there is a lull in the conversation, the silences seem so much more awkward now that the thought has crossed my mind the she may be more than just a friend. Despite the pumpkin juice thing. Even if it was only the thought. Because as much as I make excuses about her beverage preferences, the thought is still there, which it never was before.
But I manage to quash those thoughts and take her around Hogsmeade perfectly normally, showing her various places where things of note have happened to us over the years.
Like the spot where Madam Rosmerta kicked us out of The Three Broomsticks when it turned out James had forgotten to bring any money and we all thought he was paying (we settled our debt the next time we were there, however and have been on very good terms with the landlady ever since).
And the place outside Madam Puddifoots, where we once pelted the Head Boy and Girl with snowballs under Jamesâs invisibility cloak, because they had given us detention one time when we walked in on them, uh ... not doing their duties.
And the spot near the Shrieking Shack where we once had a four-on-four duel with Snape and three of his stupid friends and then Lily found out and single-handedly incapacitated all eight of us with just three carefully placed spells.
And so on.
All of this, Marty records in her notebook, asking questions, laughing and scribbling down notes. Itâs fun, despite the occasional moments of awkwardness between us here and there. And I make doubly sure weâre never in any secluded corners. Not that I donât trust my self-control, or think Iâm going to eat her or anything, because that would be insane. But just to be sure. You can never be too sure, after all.
With just fifteen minutes to go, I take her to the stile right at the end of the village. There are only one or two other people around, but I decide it will be safe enough. A stile doesnât count as romantic and secluded, does it? Romantic, maybe. Werenât they nicknamed kissing stiles or something? But not secluded. Much.
Iâll just make sure we donât stay long.
âSo whatâs here?â she asks as she sits on the fence. âWhat trouble did you get into here?â
âNo trouble,â I say shrugging. âBut see that cottage? Thereâs a really nice lady who lives there. We help her out sometimes with odd jobs and she gives us cookies that she baked herself. Yeah, we like it there.â
She laughs. âI bet you do. So, what, you just went round one day and she offered to pay you in cookies if you put some shelves up?â
I shrug. âPretty much, yeah. She might be in now, if you want to say hello.â
She looks at her watch. âAnother time, maybe. We need to get to Eugene Cardracâs house, now, for the protest. Have you got the signs?â
I nod and pick them up. âRight here. Come on, then, you campaigner for a better world, you.â
I kind of feel a little disappointed that our time is up, even despite the nervousness and the slight awkwardness. The truth is, friend, sister, or something more, no matter how I consider Marty, I just canât help but enjoy her company. We just click. I canât help it.
âUh,â I pause. âUh, where is Eugene Cardracâs house, exactly?â
Marty smiles. âThis way. Follow me.â
I sigh, not really knowing what to expect out of this protest, no matter how many times sheâs explained it to us. Because I donât think she was ever talking English those times.
Still. It will be fun. As long as Iâm with Marty, it will be fun.
And I try not to think about what that actually means.
AN: Iâll continue the rest of their Hogsmeade trip, next chapter. I think Iâve been spending too much time with sixteen year old boys, because there was a bit more innuendo that I would usually do in that chapter ... but at least itâs accurate for boys their age, right? Donât forget to leave a review!