Punk Rawk Show

The Truth

The next morning, Christ and Lily both woke up at 9, but couldn't budge Megan for anything. Shrugging, they both got ready to go. Christ was going to take Lily back to the Leaky Cauldron, where she would meet up with her parents.

By the time they left, Megan still hadn't woke up. Lily seemed slightly worried, but Christ told her to forget about it.

When Christ got back, there were three boys waiting for her, as well as her aunt.

"Christ, could you please go get her?" Minerva asked.

Christ immediately nodded and left the room. She went into her room, only to find Megan still sound asleep. Smirking, she summoned a house elf.

"Can you please bring me a large pitcher of water?" Christ asked.

"Of course, Miss," the house elf answered.

In less than a minute, Christ had poured the water over Megan's head.

"CHRIST!!!" Megan shouted. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"Now, now, you don't mean that," Christ said, trying to hide a laugh. Everyone downstairs could only hear Megan.

"YES I DO!!! I'M SOAKING WET AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"You wouldn't wake up," Christ said, as if that explained everything.

Megan just silently fumed. "Oh yeah," Christ added. "Your presence is wanted downstairs. We have company." Christ ran from the room before she could say anything else. She stopped, however, within hearing distance.

Eventually Megan exited the room, relatively dry. They were nearing the room where everyone else was, when Megan calmly said, "I hope you know I borrowed your pajamas."

"WHAT!" Christ exclaimed. "Wait a second," she said, calming down. "No you weren't!"

"I know, but it got you upset, now didn't it?" Megan said, waltzing into the room. Christ followed, trying to sulk, but winding up laughing. When she started, Megan started, and that got everyone nicely confused.

"May I ask just what you were up to?" McGonagall asked, in her best I'm-the-one-that-should-be-listened-to-now-obey voice.

"You told me to wake her up. Is it really my fault that she's not a morning person?" Christ asked, as innocently as possible.

"Of course," Megan answered.

"Exact-hey! You're supposed to be on my side!" Christ said, pretending to glare.

"Fine," Megan sighed. "Christ dumped water on my head to wake me up, and so I yelled, understandably. And then I told her that it was her pajamas that got ruined, and she yelled."

McGonagall looked like she wanted to say something, but Christ interrupted. "Shouldn't we introduce our guests? Megan, that is Mr. Evans," Christ said, pointing at James. Sirius did burst out laughing at this, which earned him a glare. "That is Mr. Iceland." She was pointing at Sirius, who was now glaring at a laughing James. "And that is someone we really need an embarrassing nickname for," Christ said, pointing to Remus. "Anyway, this is Megan."

"How about we call him Honey?" Megan suggested. "In honor of his hair."

"I like that suggestion. Honey it is," Christ said. James and Sirius both laughed at this.

"Now," McGonagall said. "I believe some of us have something to discuss."

"I do believe that's our cue to leave," Christ said. She motioned for James and Sirius to follow her. They only did after they received a glare from their professor. "Come on," Christ said, pulling them both to their feet. "I'm going to show you around."

"Do you know how many times I've been here?" James asked, smirking.

"Then you're going to show me around," Christ said, waving it off and walking out the door. James and Sirius just stood there. "You are coming, aren't you?" Christ asked, sticking her head back in the room, getting more than slightly angry. Why were boys always so dumb?

"I'd go with her," Megan said, from where she had sat down in an armchair. "She doesn't get mad easily, but when she does, watch out. I believe the last time, she broke her uncle's china cabinet, and it hasn't been the same since."

"You will not be breaking any of my furniture, young lady!" McGonagall exclaimed.

"I know. At the moment, I'm focusing more on their necks," Christ said as sweetly as possible. "It's not that uncontrollable. Anyway, the only reason I broke Uncle Jason's china cabinet was because I was mad at him and you know how he gets about that thing."

"So it's not emotional magic?" Sirius asked, quite willing to follow if only to keep his neck in tact.

"It damn well is," Christ said. "However, I have to be mad at that person and thinking about hurting them. Now COME ON!!!" Both obediently followed her from the room.

"What the hell did you two want to stay in there for anyway?" Christ asked, once they had left the building.

"We care about our friends," James said, determined not to look at Christ.

"What, did you think Megan was going to kill him?" Christ asked, stopping. James ran into her from behind, giving Sirius enough of a warning to stop.

"Well, not exactly, but she'll have to get used to used to us, so we can," Sirius started, but he was cut off by James elbowing him in the ribs.

"Oh, I get it, I think," Christ said. "Are you anamagi?"

"How did you know?" James asked. "We only finished it this past summer."

"Well, why else would she need to get used to you? You plan on spending the full moon with Remus. I, personally, think it's sweet. And anyway, I was planning on something similar," Christ said, shrugging. Both boys just stared at her. "Oh honestly," she sighed. Seconds later, a cat sat where Christ had been. The cat blinked, and was replaced by a dog. It was replaced by a horse, which was replaced by a phoenix, which was replaced by a dragon.

"Does that answer the question?" She asked, and started walking again. The boys just stood there in a stunned silence. They quickly snapped out of it, though, and ran to catch up.

"Does she have any brooms?" Christ asked, looking around. James nodded, and headed off in that direction.

When they reached the shed, he asked, "Do any of you want to play Quidditch?"

"With only three people?" Sirius asked, doubtfully.

"Sure, just the Quaffle. I'll even be against you two, since your both so against it," James said.

"Can I just watch?" Christ asked.

"Absolutely not," James said, walking off towards McGonagall's quidditch pitch.

"Why on earth does McGonagall of all people have a quidditch pitch?" Sirius asked as they drew nearer.

"It's the family home," Christ answered. "They've had one for ages. It's just that Mom and Uncle Jason didn't want it, so she got it."

"Is that the uncle who made you mad enough to break his china cabinet?" James asked.

"Yup," Christ said, offhandedly.

"What did he do?" Sirius asked, curiously.

"Ya know, curiosity killed the cat," Christ said, grinning.

"Well, good thing I transform into a dog," Sirius said. "The only cat anamagus I know is one of the least curious people I have ever met."

"I'm guessing you mean Aunt Minerva? Oh, she's curious, it's just that people tell you more stuff if you pretend you don't want to know. Have you ever noticed that? You'll go unload your problems on someone who doesn't seem to care either way instead of someone who has let you know that they're interested," Christ said, trying to change the subject. "It's the same when you want to know who someone likes. At my old school, I knew quite a bit about most people, only because I acted like I wasn't interested."

"Your awfully deceptive, aren't you?" Sirius said, grinning.

"It's a Reynolds family trait," Christ smirked. "Some are just better at it than others."

"Isn't that kind of evil?" James asked, kidding only slightly. No wonder they always had so much blackmail information ready.

"There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so¹," Christ shrugged.

"It is way too hot out here," Sirius muttered, trying to change the subject. "How can you stand to wear that?" He asked, glancing at Christ, who was wearing old, black, ratty shorts and a green sweatshirt.

"I'm cold natured," Christ answered, shrugging. "Megan and her mom make fun of me for it all the time. I wear coats all year long."

"That is weird," Sirius stated, getting a little ahead of the other two.

"I know, but I can't help it. You should see it in the winter. I've slept under up to four covers," Christ said, laughing a little.

They finally reached the Quidditch pitch. "Do I really have to play?" She asked again, hoping to get out of it.

"Of course you do," James said. He walked towards the broom shed. "She has nothing but fifty year old brooms!"

"What did you expect?" Sirius snickered.

"Honestly," Christ sighed. "She doesn't like Quidditch. I'm her only relative under 40. Why would she have brooms?"

"I don't know," James shrugged, picked three out, and handed the extra two to the others.

"Do I absolutely have to play?" Christ asked yet again.

"Yes," James said, losing patience.

"But I don't like playing sports, especially flying sports," Christ whined.

"How can you not like Quidditch?" James asked, kicking off so he could no longer hear Christ's arguments. He had a Quaffle with him.

"I just don't," Christ muttered, as Sirius mounted his broom. "If I fall off, I'm blaming it on you!" She yelled at the pair.

"Hey, no fair," Sirius said, grinning. "I never said you had to play!"

"Yeah, but you haven't said I don't have to," Christ countered. She did eventually take off as well, however.

It turned out she really was terrible at the game. She absolutely refused to move once in the air, so she was really more of a hindrance than a help to Sirius. He had tried passing her the Quaffle at one point, but she had missed it spectacularly, which was really quite amazing, seeing as he had thrown it straight at her.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile, back at the house~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Well, do you both agree to the new conditions?" McGonagall asked Megan and Remus. Both nodded. "Is everything quite clear?" They both nodded again. "Very well," she said. "You can leave. I believe the other three went outside somewhere." Both nodded for a fourth time, and left the room.

"Just how are we going to find them?" Megan asked when they were outside.

"Follow the trail of destruction?" Remus asked. Megan laughed. "I really have no idea." Just then, they heard a scream in the distance. They glanced at each other, and took off.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Back at the Pitch~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sirius landed, Christ with him. She had fallen off her broom the next time he threw the Quaffle at her. Luckily, he was close enough to get her before she hit the ground, even on the older, slower brooms. James landed right after them, looking as shaken as Sirius felt. Christ was gripping onto him for dear life.

"Play Quidditch with us, it'll be fine," James could hear Christ muttering into Sirius's shoulder, where she had her head buried. "Last time I EVER get on a broom." She continued muttering even after safely on the ground.

Megan and Remus finally came into view, both out of breath.

"What happened?" Megan asked.

"They made me play Quidditch and I fell off my broom!" Christ pouted into Sirius's shoulder. She finally stood up.

"You were playing Quidditch?" Megan asked incredulously. "Should I call a doctor? You are obviously sick."

"Well, that's what I was supposed to be doing," Christ shrugged. "You know how bad I am at flying though. The reason I fell off was because someone, who shall remain nameless passed me the Quaffle." Even though he was remaining nameless, this didn't stop Christ from glaring at Sirius.

"How long were you playing?" Remus asked, trying not to laugh.

"About 20 minutes," James answered, having the same problem.

"Oh, wow," Megan said. "That's a new record Christ! The longest you've stayed on a broom!"

"Shut up!" Christ said, pretending to glare at Megan. They could all tell she was trying not to laugh. "Lets go back up to the house," she added, pretending to pout. She took off, and the rest followed, Remus and Megan bringing up the rear.

Eventually, Christ dropped back to walk with Sirius and James. "Whatcha talking about?" Christ asked.

"Curious, aren't you?" Sirius teased.

"Well, duh," Christ said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Why else would I ask?"

"What if we don't want to tell you?" James countered.

"Well, then we can talk about something else," Christ said. "I'm not picky."

"We were talking about the Quidditch tryouts," Sirius said.

"Oh really? What positions are open?" Christ asked.

"I thought you didn't play," James teased.

"Of course not," Christ shuddered. "I am probably the least athletically person you have or will ever meet. I do believe I could trip over the ball in golf or something." Seeing their blank looks, she explained, "It's a muggle sport. It's really boring to watch. All you do is whack this little white ball around."

"Just how could you trip doing that?" Sirius asked, as they came into view of the house.

"My point exactly," Christ said.

"I'm hungry," Sirius whined, approaching the porch.

"So?" Megan asked, as she and Remus caught up with the rest.

"So? How can you just ask so?" Sirius dramatized, falling onto the steps. "I'm starving to death over here, and all you can say is so?" Megan nodded.

"How can you be hungry?" Remus asked incredulously. "You had breakfast and a snack before you left."

"He's just a drama queen," James said to Megan and Christ, earning himself a smack from Sirius. "Don't listen to anything he says."

"Oh good, your back," Minerva said, rushing out of the house. "I've got to go to Hogwarts. You are all welcome to stay here longer, so long as I come back and the house is still in one piece." She said the last part while glaring at the Marauders.

"What makes you think we would ever do something like that?" James asked innocently.

"Years of experience," Minerva muttered, striding outside of the apparition wards, and then leaving.

"Hmm, you think she doesn't trust us?" Sirius grinned.

"She must at least a little," Megan pointed out. "She's letting you stay, isn't she?"

They went inside. First, at the insistence of Sirius, they went to the kitchen. The house elf, Aggie, was only too happy to provide them with enough food for a small army. After they had as much food as they could carry, they went back to the living room.

"Can I ask you a question?" Remus asked Christ.

"You just did, but fire away anyway," Christ responded.

"How did you wind up with such a normal name? Lets face it, those aren't exactly common in the wizarding world."

Christ laughed. "They are in the Reynolds family. Everyone with the last name Reynolds has a normal sounding name, so they can blend in to any situation, if need be. And I didn't completely escape. My middle name is really weird."

"What is it?" Sirius asked, curiously.

"Huh-uh. I absolutely hate it. I'm not about to tell you," Christ said, making a face.

"Why not? It can't be worse than mine," Sirius pointed out.

"I'll give you clues to what it is, but that's it." When the boys nodded, she continued. "I'm named after my aunt, but you'll have to know Greek and Roman mythology to figure out the connection."

"Well, are you going to tell us what your aunts' names are?" James asked.

"Fine. Elizabeth Diane Malfoy and Minerva Aurora McGonagall," Christ responded, sharing a glance with Megan.

"So it's something similar to either Elizabeth, Diane, Minerva, or Aurora. That narrows it down, anyway," Sirius said, thinking.

"Did I mention you only get one guess now?" Christ asked. "Although really, if I answer yes or no, you'll know what it is, because there are only two that it could possibly be."

"Well, I can't think of any variations that have to do with mythology. Granted, I don't know much about it, but still," James said, completely stumped.

"I bet I know," Remus grinned.

"I don't doubt it," Christ grinned back. Megan was trying not to smirk.

"And why would you know?" Sirius asked.

"Because I read more, and because my name is from mythology, too," Remus answered. "Can I guess, or are we going to wait for them?"

"Go ahead," Christ replied.

"I'll guess...Artemis," Remus said.

"Nope," Christ answered.

"Then it's Athena," Remus replied. Christ shrugged, muttering, "I don't know." "Well, I'm completely confident. After all, as you said, those are the only two," Remus countered.

They spent the rest of the afternoon like that, just getting to know each other better. The boys finally left around five, right before McGonagall came home.