 Facinelli<3 RP Sweetheart
It was the day of the ball, and like usual, I was either shaken awake or I fell off of my bed.
Groggily opening to see which it was, I put my hand to my pounding head.
“Sirius, wake up!”
Obviously, it had been both. James had shaken me awake so roughly that I was now on the floor, again, and my head was really sore. The small number of hours I’d slept for probably just made it worse.
“James,” I said, pushing myself up into a sitting position. Then I saw the time. I groaned. “It’s six o’clock. We don’t have any classes today, and you woke me up at six?” That just wasn’t cool.
I need sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.
“I don’t care, get dressed!” I could see the excitement in his eyes, so I stood up and started getting ready. When I was dressed, I looked over at Remus, sitting on his bed.
He shrugged. “He was up before me.” James, like me, was never an early riser.
“C’mon, lets go.” James urged.
“Alright, we’re coming.” I said, following James as he raced down the stairs.
Down in the mostly empty great hall, I sat beside James and Remus, still half asleep. My brain wasn’t programmed to be up this early. “What’s going on with you this morning?” I mumbled.
“Quidditch.” He said, not in the slightest bit feeling tired.
Now it made sense. His first ever quidditch practice after being captain was today. “Oh, good.” I said, very unenthusiastically. I was excited for James, really I was. Just not this early in the morning. “I know you’re excited, but why are we getting up at six?”
“So that we can get to the quidditch pitch early.” James said, like it was just so obvious.
“Couldn’t you have just left me in bed? Sleeping.” I sighed, picking up a piece of bread.
James just rolled his eyes.
“Morning guys,” Clarisa said, sitting down beside me.
I stared at Clarisa. “Why is everybody up so early today?” I said.
“I’m an early riser.” She said. “And I want to explore Hogwarts, it’s fascinating.”
I was slowly becoming more alert. Very slowly. “We’re going to the grounds early for James’ quidditch practice, you can come.”
James smiled. “They probably don’t play as well in Spain as we do here. Not as well as our team, anyway.” He smirked, confident.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Clarisa smiled. “I’m probably a bit biased, because I was on the team, but we’re amazing.”
“You were pretty good, I’m sure.” James said. “But you couldn’t have beaten us in a match.”
Out on the quidditch pitch I flew around with James, Clarisa was on a broom and even Remus was flying around with us.
By the time we came back to the ground, James was in very high spirits – earlier, however, James had still been completely excited and sure of himself, now it was only doubled. |