A gust of freezing wind greeted the Mods as Sirius and Remus rushed through the door. November was always chilly, but somehow the outside air felt unconscionably cold in the warm foyer. From deeper inside the hall, past the thick double doors, came the sounds of a party already in progress.
“Sorry, we’re late, loves,” said Remus. He glanced toward his boyfriend before flashing the Mods an apologetic smile. “Padfoot lost track of time while doing his hair.”
“Obviously, it was worth it,” laughed Sirius, shaking out his wind-blown locks. “Seriously, though, that’s not why we’re late.”
Remus sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose between his finger and his thumb. “Really, Pads, there’s no need to --”
“He lost the map!” Sirius interrupted brightly. “Moony the Cartographer lost the map, so we got hopelessly confused and didn’t know where we were and --”
“I didn’t precisely lose
it,” snapped Remus in mock-annoyance. “It blew away in the wind because you
were already late and speeding. The chances you take with our lives on that blasted motorbike! Someday I’m quite sure we’ll --”
“... not be late to the party,” finished Sirius. He gave his lover a small peck on the cheek.
Remus looked mollified.
“Well then, welcome!” said brighty18
, as Remus, Sirius, and the Mods exchanged hugs.
“You all look great,” Sirius said.
“Yes,” agreed Remus. whitestar
looked anxiously toward the doors. The volume of the party was only increasing. “We need to get moving,” she said firmly.
“Yes,” agreed pica_scribit
with barely concealed glee. “We all want to find out who created what, don’t we?”
“And who won!” added whitestar
“So, now that we’re all in the right place and the right time, are we all ready to go in?” asked cackling_madly
“Almost,” Sirius answered. “I just need to check my hair again. Can’t take any chances, you know.”
Without asking, he reached into brighty18
’s handbag and began rifling around.
“You seem the sort to carry a mirror,” he muttered when she gave him a quizzical look.
“YOU LOOK FINE!” chorused Remus and all four mods.
“Let’s go! We have statistics to get to!” cried pica_scribit
pushed opened the door, and the six entered a candlelit ballroom, brimming with flowers, balloons, and streamers. An excited hush fell over the glittering crowd as they caught sight of the two guests of honor, followed by a burst of applause.
“Welcome!” shouted Sirius.
“Why are you
, when they were here before you?” Remus stage-whispered. “Do you not understand the workings of time and place?”
The audience laughed, but soon settled down, eager to get on with the announcements.
“This was an interesting year, to say the least,” began Remus. “We started with eighty-four participants from at least twenty countries and twenty-one US states.”
“Five Canadian provinces, too,” broke in Sirius with a smile at cackling_madly
, who returned the grin broadly.
“But,” continued Remus with a cockily-raised eyebrow, “by Games’ end, we had thirty people on Team Place and nineteen on Team Time.”
The crowd muttered restlessly
“It’s okay. Dropouts happen,” brighty18
said kindly. “It’s nothing unusual.”
“And there were plenty of Pinch Hits,” added pica_scribit
“So we got creative,” said whitestar
“Very creative!” Sirius confirmed. “In fact, this year, for the first time in Games history, three wonderful, unselfish members of one Team -- Team Place -- donated four Pinch Hits to the other Team. They believed in the Games, and in fairness, so they worked selflessly for the greater good!”
“So let’s hear it for museinabsentia
, and little_werewolf
!” cried Remus, to thunderous applause.
“But who won?” called out a participant. “Who gets the Puppyshipper Gold?”
“Yeah, about that...” began Remus. “If there is one thing I love about the RS Games, it’s that, unlike a Slytherin v. Gryffindor Quidditch match, there is a great sense of fairness, friendship, and good-natured rivalry.”
“Hear, hear!” agreed Sirius.
Remus cleared his throat and continued, “So this year the Mods thought long and hard about fairness. They tallied the votes, and tallied them again. They looked at the kudos and comments and hits on AO3. They thought about the rules they’d explained at the outset of the Games, and the strange, uneven circumstances of the Teams. They discussed --”
“Sweet Merlin, did they actually do
anything or just sit around mulling?” Sirius interrupted.
Remus rolled his eyes, clearly accustomed to such outbursts. “Yes. In fact, they did
. After much consideration they decided on --”( Collapse )