|
100 Mischievously Adventurous Drabbles For The Marauders by Ama. - Sa13+ Mischievously Adventurous by: Amaris It really was starting to get on his nerves. Black sighed heavily as he lay on his bed. It was bad enough he had to spend his summer at the manner without James. He really didn’t need his parents annoying him with their depressing way of thinking and that annoying house elf was getting on his nerves. “He should just croak,” he muttered scowling at the ceiling. As if on cue, the door opened and in trotted a house elf. “Master is a disgrace, yes he is.” Seizing the pillow beside him, Sirius chucked it at the stupid creature's head. |
Flobberworms were possibly the most boring subject anyone could have ever chosen to talk about. Peter eyed the flobberworms with disgust as the instructor talked rapidly. James carried a playful smirk on his lips, his eyes glazed over as they pointed in the direction of Lily who seemed completely oblivious to Potter’s attentions. As the Professor passed a bucket brimming with the slimy and uninteresting creatures around, an idea dawned on Sirius. Seizing a particularly fat flobberworm he quickly flung it around, slapping James loudly across the face. “Snap out of it, Potter!” Remus frowned as laughter filled the air. |
There were many things people didn’t know about Remus Lupin. They didn’t know he was a werewolf neither did they know that he had a terrible sweet tooth. Sitting in the common room, he chewed on a Sugar Quill, trying to pacify his craving. His brow was furrowed and his eyes looked heavy and dark. Sirius and James cast worried glances at Lupin while Peter sat nearby fiddling with his robes. “Oi, Moony. Don’t think too hard,” said James. “Your brain might turn to mush,” added Sirius. “As long as it’s a sweet mush,” whispered Lupin, feigning a studious behavior. |
“That’s a regular old cat, Sirius,” muttered Lupin really trying to block out the noise his housemates were making. Honestly. Wasn’t there a time they were ever quiet? “Look at it Moony!” Protested James eagerly. “There is no way that creepy looking cat is not a kneazle.” Peter got near the furry little creature and reached out a timid hand to stroke its gray fur. The cat hissed wildly and rapidly struck out to scratch the pudgy boy’s hand. Shrieking, the boy sought refuge behind James. “Told you it was a kneazle,” declared Sirius smugly as if that settled things. |
This was his favorite class with the exception of one tiny detail: Snivellus. He was everywhere! Sometimes he wished he would just get swallowed up by a Dragon or that Hippogriffs invaded the premises of Hogwarts and trampled him in a tragic magical accident. Lupin groaned as he sat between Peter and James who was at the moment making faces at Snape. Severus scowled intensely before returning his attention to his parchment, heavily stained with grease. Sirius snuck his hand into his robes but a scathing look from Lily Evans kept him still long enough for Lupin to frown disapprovingly. |
When the four friends were grouped in a corner of the common room you knew something was up. Sirius and James huddled close while Peter trembled nearby, eyes scanning the common room nervously and Remus had his hands inside the pockets of his trousers glancing at the ceiling as if to ask why he was being punished so. Yes, something was definitely up. “Oh, come on Moony,” whined James excessively. “I just want to zap him a little bit.” “No.” “It’s Snivellus we’re talking about!” Protested Sirius glancing over his shoulder at Lily to make sure she was busy reading. |
It wasn’t as if this was the first time. James was used to doing this sort of thing. After all, he wasn’t popular for no reason. Remus clapped him on the shoulder trying to give him some encouragement. Sirius was far too busy muttering foully under his breath next to Peter. “I can do this,” whispered James to himself as he walked slowly towards the pretty red-head underneath the leafy tree by the lake. Stopping before her, his lips parted to utter words but the girl spun around and her face turned from surprise to annoyance. “It’s you,” spat Lily. |
The flames licked the walls of the fireplace as it roared gently spreading heat into the packed common room. Outside the window the wind howled savagely as snowflakes spiraled down. Peter and James were busying each other by playing chess. James pretended not to watch as Peter cheated. Meanwhile, Sirius and Remus were having a heated discussion behind a thick and tall pile of books. “Now, Remus,” hissed Sirius in an urgent whisper. “Right there! Attack before her groupies arrive and see you!” “I can’t,” was Lupin’s feeble answer as his face slowly turned into a bright shade of pink. |
So deep was the need to distract himself that reading Hogwarts, A History had become more of a necessity than a mere hobby when one was extremely and pathetically bored. After skimming the pages for five minutes, Sirius heaved a sigh and chucked the book at Peter’s sleeping head. The pudgy boy woke with a start, arms flailing about. “The chickens! THE CHICKENS ATE THE CORN!” He roared half-asleep. Remus unbothered by the fiasco continued to work on his homework, James and Sirius; however, stared unblinkingly at the screaming youth before opening their mouths to let out fountains of laughter. |
“The past is in the past,” he assured him, a sloppy smile decorating his juvenile face. It wasn’t the first time Sirius had said this and it wasn’t the first time he had meant it as a lie. His jet black hair hid his twinkling eyes as he sat carelessly in the armchair next to the fireplace. Lupin’s intense stare did nothing to shake of his careless demeanor. “It’s not like I hate Snivellus! In fact, I quite appreciate his sneaky ways,” he went on to perform. “I won’t hurt him.” Yet, he thought. No one told on Sirius Black. |
He kept flapping his dragonhide gloves about as if they were two miniature wings. Remus wasn’t entirely sure what James’ purpose was but Potter was working up a sweat. Sirius eyed him with curiosity and looked intrigued enough to give it a try himself. “James,” began Remus in a slow drawl as he attempted to bandage Peter’s bruised thumb. “What are you doing?” James huffed repeatedly before deciding to answer. “Working on my arms,” he replied flatly and continued to flap his arms, the gloves making a cracking sound in the air. Sirius frowned and glanced at his own biceps. |
“YAAAAAAH!” he shouted as he dropped on the ground. Several thuds followed after the initial one and all were followed by exaggerated groans. The first boy with dark hair, spectacles and eerie perfect skin sat up, rubbing his head repeatedly. The others were still splattered over the concrete, pain scribbled on their faces. “My head,” he groaned as he squinted at a pair of delicate long legs standing before him. Looking up he smiled sloppily, an amused grin hanging from his lips. “I see six Lilies.” Sirius stood up and wobbled dangerously, nearly colliding with the girl herself. “Hello Lilies!” |
The mist enveloped the angry tree as he made his way towards it at a quick pace. Remus’ stomach growled as he was followed by James and Sirius. Peter also followed reluctantly behind, glancing over his shoulder as if he expected someone to pop out of the shadows and drag him towards the deeps of the forbidden forest. Standing a few feet from the Whomping Willow Remus stared into the darkness where his friends had stopped minutes before. From it appeared a rat, a black dog and a deer all of which followed Lupin into the crevice of the tree. |
James eyed the plant with disdain. Remus hummed a happy tune as he adjusted the soil around the biting shrub having no issues with the possibly carnivorous plant. Potter picked up the shovel as Peter watched in awe, knowing he meant harm to the shrubbery. “Die,” he hissed not wanting the Professor to hear him as he stabbed the shrub’s bushy leaves repeatedly with the tiny shovel. After seconds of muttering a loud shriek interrupted the class. The stubby Professor waddled over to James, eyes wide in fear. “It bit me!” He cried out incredulously, holding up his bloody finger. |
The Professor held up an object with a round top and Sirius looked around at his classmates as they all each let out sounds of amazement. His dark eyebrows were furrowed against one another in confusion. Sitting in the front row with him was James and Peter both also in awe. Remus was in the front row but on the far side of the room, his quill ready for action. “This is a lightbulb,” said the Professor. Ooh. Ah. Again. Louder. “Lemme touch it!” Squealed Sirius, leaning over his desk, fingers stretched out ready to steal the Professor’s prized possession. |
“Today we’ll be turning this,” said the tall Professor holding up a knitted sock in the air between index finger and thumb. “Into snakes.” It was an advance lesson of Transfiguration and the news of the difficulty caused a wave of murmurs to erupt through the classroom. James and crew, however, seemed collected enough for the exception of Peter who blushed scarlet and whispered something to James as his wand hand shook fiercely. “Please keep your snakes at bay with a simple accio spell when the transfiguration is complete,” he instructed giving Sirius a meaningful look handing him his sock. |
Sirius and James groaned excessively, falling off their chairs as Remus once more explained to Peter the homework. Lupin tried ignoring the twosome but their antics were wearing him down. It didn’t help that he was craving a large piece of chocolate. “Mooooony,” whined James chin resting on the table. “Stop it with the runes already. Nobody gets them anyways!” “What good are they?” Inquired Sirius, head thrown back and arms dangling lifelessly. “You can’t use them to flirt with girls.” “Hey girl, want to see my Fehu?” James asked with a smirk. Sirius blinked then fell off his chair. |
It was another midnight lesson. James sighed as he sauntered down the well-lit hall, astronomy book shoved underneath his arm. Sirius had decided to go to “sleep” and Remus was far too busy catching up with homework. James found this all too confusing. He didn’t think Remus would ever need to catch up with anything not to mention homework. “Hello James,” said a soft voice from the shadows. He knew it. His stomach churned violently and his heart raced. He tried speaking but only a few loud grunts came out as his ears turned fuchsia. The voice giggled. He swallowed. |
Sirius shook the crystal ball violently causing the frail Professor to shriek loudly. Her gray hair was wild and sticking out at all angles as she continued to point her index fingers directly at Black in a series of jabbed motions. This did not stop Sirius Black’s mission. James fell to the ground as tears ran down his cheeks. Remus rubbed his temples, unwilling to become involved in the matter meanwhile Peter held a tea cup between his trembling hands. “Tell me who wins the cup NOW!” Demanded the dark haired boy and chucked the crystal sphere out the window. |
Potions was the worst class anyone could have ever come up with for the exception of Ancient Runes…and Arithmancy oh and History of Magic oh and Herbology. Point being, it was quite an awful class for Sirius. He much rather be outside. The sun was shining! “Pay attention Black!” Barked the Professor, rapping Sirius over the head with a wand. “What goes after the bundimun essence?” James snickered into his hand as Remus and Peter mouthed the answer in the distance. Sirius squinted and then smiled broadly. “Bloomers!” The sound of a palm slapping a forehead echoed through the room. |
Remus smiled. This was quite easy. This homework was. Add up a number. Take another one out. Add two more. He glanced over his shoulder and sucked on his teeth disapprovingly. Over by the armchair laid Sirius, mouth open and snoring loudly. Over him hovered James and Peter both giggling like school girls. Lupin shut his book and stood up, calmly and walking towards the suspicious group. Before he could ask what was going on he winced finding it hard to keep silent. On Sirius forehead were scribbled some interesting facts. IMA 7 was on his forehead in shocking pink. |
“Yadda yadda trolls,” commented James in a boring tone to Sirius who seemed utterly confused. “Yadda yadda big boom! Wizards came in blasting off bums and peace was restored,” finished James shutting the heavy book with a loud thud. Sirius stared at James in awe for several seconds. His best friend always astounded him. Even when he was full of it. “You rule my world, babe,” he answered ignoring Remus glare of doom. “Seriously, man.” Peter frowned deeply and opened his own text book, flipping through the pages furiously. “What page is that on?” He inquired eagerly, eyes shining brightly. |
Peter waved his wand wildly yet nothing happened. Behind the couch hid Sirius and James, pillows attached to their fronts, their backs and around their heads. This was going to be difficult. “You’re not doing the right movement, to start with,” declared Remus loudly from across the common room, where he too was decorated in home-made protective gear. “Secondly, it’s ak-ee-oh not ah-she-oh.” Honestly, it was a simple summoning charm but with Peter Pettigrew who knew what he would summon out of them. Their underwear could end up in his hand or their livers if they were particularly unlucky today. |
The crowd was roaring. Occasionally they would move like an ocean of scarlet and emerald whenever a goal was made or missed. Up in the sky was James Potter, eyes darting back and forth in hopes to catch that glimmer that would mean victory if he just managed to get his fingers around it. In the crowd Sirius wore a smile as he hollered and hooted while Peter and Remus tried to avoid his flailing arms. Sirius only stopped his cheering when he glanced at a particularly pretty brunette next to him to whom he casually draped his arm around. |
He nudged her. Hard. Seriously, couldn’t she just scoot over to make room? She nudged him back just as hard with a triumphant smile on her face. Sirius was becoming annoyed at this red-headed pest. Time to whine. “Why did she have to come along?” Protested Sirius to James who was in the passenger seat. James said nothing and sighed heavily while Remus and Peter tried to pacify things by shrugging apologetically. Lily, however, raised her brows incredulously. “Because I’m his girlfriend,” she replied in a haughty tone. Sirius stared before mimicking her words in annoying tone and pouting excessively. |
“Homework! Homework! And more Homework!” Declared James, arms flailing about as he stood in the middle of the common room being observed by every student sorted into the Gryffindor house. Remus stood before him, several books stacked on his arms. He didn’t seem pleased by James outburst and his eyes were as cold as he continued to stare at one of his best friends. “Do you want to pass or not?” Remus questioned, giving him “the look”. Sirius and Peter who were at first standing behind James, giving him encouragement, cowered. “Do the homework! Do the homework!” They chorused shakily. |
Sirius was eyeing the extra slice of toast hungrily. His stomach growled suddenly and he glanced at his peers trying to confirm if they had heard it or not. James stared at Sirius pointedly before immediately seizing the last piece of toast. Sirius yelped and lunged at the plate of jam. Both boys held the edible items above their heads in silence for minutes as they challenged each other with mere looks. “My toast,” declared Sirius. “My jam,” stated James. Peter blinked. Remus rolled up the newspaper he was reading and held it above his head threateningly. “Share,” demanded Lupin. |
“These are hideous!” Complained James standing before Remus, Sirius and Peter. He was wearing silk pajamas and they were a warm peach color. Sirius was hiding behind Remus. He didn’t want James to find out that he was the one laughing but he was sure that after several years of knowing each other Potter could identify every one of them by the sound of their chuckles alone. “They’re not that bad, Prongs,” said Lupin, trying to comfort the distraught friend. “They go well with your complexion.” “Lily sure has an eye for fashion!” Shouted Sirius bursting into fits of laughter. |
It was on his head and it sure was heavy. What was the purpose of this again? Oh, yes, posture. This was the most ridiculous idea he had ever heard. His brown eyes were cast on her delicate face decorated by an impish smile. Yes, she was quite ridiculous but pretty. At least she was pretty. “Now, walk James! Walk!” She instructed cheerily and giggled excitedly. So he did. He walked, arms straight out at his sides as he tried balancing a thick dictionary on his uneven head. The book fell to reveal a word. James smiled to himself. Love. |
He clutched a very large bar of chocolate in his hands. It was his prized possession. His last possession and Remus Lupin was hoping she would find it admirable; the gesture that is. Although, Chocolate was admirable all by itself. Swallowing the terrible lump obstructing his airways, the pale youth nodded at the strawberry blonde female who was looking at him with a most confused expression. “Yes?” She asked, pursing her lips slightly. “Do I know you?” Flushing, he shoved the chocolate bar in her hands. “For you,” he stated and made a run for it, giggling haunting his steps. |
He packed the snow in his hands repeatedly, some of it sticking to the fabric of his gloves. Now if he could only get a big enough snowball, he’d be happy. Making contact with his overly-large greasy head wouldn’t be a problem. Around him, Remus, Sirius and Peter were busy building a fort made out of compacted snow. Just in case. “Slytherin is going to come out through those double doors in two minutes,” snapped James impatiently. “And I still don’t have a fort! Come on!” “Shut it!” Sirius retorted slamming his head into the only wall they had up. |
Remus scratched his arm furiously. There were purple spots all over his body and the itched. A lot! He knew he shouldn’t be scratching but the need to do so was driving him insane. He growled as he dug into his skin in such a manner that it provoked a yelp from James. “Oi Moony! Take it easy!” James chided seizing the skinny boy’s arms. “Are you trying to rip your skin off?” “Yes,” he snarled as a reply. Sirius nodded at James and pounced, pinning him to the ground. Remus groaned pathetically. He really shouldn’t have worn that cologne. |
Sirius stared at the chicken. The chicken stared at Sirius. Neither moved. Neither made a sound. It was a duel of honor and Black was determined to win it. He cracked his knuckles causing the bird to fidget nervously as it cackled. His thin lips wore a miniature smile of malice. “It’s just you and me bird. It’s just you and me,” he told her and as if on cue the bird fled! Sirius immediately chased after it a manic twinkle in his dark eyes, meanwhile, in the background James rolled around the dirt laughing. “Get it Padfoot! Get it!” |
Note: Dedicated to Whende for granting me a magical number. SHAZAM. It was really dark and it was scaring Peter. He held the torch high above his head as Sirius complained about the visibility and kicking someone in the butt. It was really way too dark. He could hear Remus muttering ahead of him to James. He didn’t sound pleased in fact, he sounded angry. Peter imagined he was giving James that look of his. He shuddered at the thought. A loud squeak penetrated the silence causing Peter to drop the torch. Sirius cursed loudly. “Aguamenti,” he muttered pointing his wand at the torch which had set the carpet on fire. |
Note: Dedicated to Serena who eagerly reads my drabbles and gets huffy because I post way too many times. XD His heart was pounding in the very center of his throat and there wasn’t much he could do about it. Not even taking deep breaths helped. Thinking about Quidditch only caused his stomach to churn violently. He hadn’t practiced as nearly as he knew he should have. All because he was too busy thinking about her. Oh Merlin! “I think I’m going to throw up,” he complained to Sirius who stood ill-mannered by his side. “Nonsense,” replied Sirius. “Don’t look now but here she comes.” James paled. How was he supposed to ask her out when she looked dangerously angelic? |
Note: Dedicated to Pickles and her incredible foam molding skills. He was in his boxers in the middle of the Quidditch field and it was cold. Very cold. The laughter did nothing to pacify the heat rising from his neck to his ears. But what made the whole situation mortifying was not the fact that his friends were laughing amidst the crowd. No. What made it nearly unbearable was the fact that standing before him, leading the pack was Lily Evans whose cheeks had turned as copper as the hair growing out her skull. “Hey Lily,” he stammered, shivering when the wind blew. “Mind lending me your robes?” Sirius hooted. |
They stood before Honeydukes hands on their hips and a determined look on their young faces. The store was brimming with people. They gazed at the display of chocolates behind the glass. Someone was missing though, yet the boys didn’t seem to be all that bothered by it. “You go and buy it,” spoke Sirius finally. “No way! You’re the one who made him angry. You go get it!” Protested James hotly. “The chocolate will make him stop giving us…the look. Does it matter who buys it?” Interjected Peter nervously, wringing his hands. “YES!” Barked Sirius and James in unison. |
The food entered his mouth like planets did a black hole. Rapidly and by a force greater than anything that the universe could contain. It was like watching a crater split the earth in two and swallow everything in its way. Yes, watching Sirius Black eat was like watching a natural phenomenon. James eyed the remaining drumstick on Sirius plate. Sirius was distracted by a glass of juice. James fingers began to make their move. His hand wrapped around the bone when Sirius let out a snarl and bit James. “Point,” said Remus and added a stroke to Black’s tally. |
Remus banged at the cauldron with a wooden spoon. This was getting ridiculous and he had better things to do than to convince Sirius to climb out of the cauldron and not let James cook him along with a sack of potatoes. “Black Soup is not something that I would enjoy,” commented the young man, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Peter...” Peter stared at Moony. He walked over to the cauldron and dipped a finger in the substance Black was swimming in. “Needs more pepper.” Lupin snarled and slapped Peter in the back “accidentally” sending him into the cauldron. |
Dedicated to myself for my determination in creating my own muse. James watched nervously from behind a particularly bushy—well, bush. His fingers fidgeted with his wand and he contemplated his options. To be or not to be. To do or not to do. To run away screaming, arms flailing over his head declaring that he did love her or not to do that ridiculous stunt. To stop thinking annoying sentences and get on with the drabble or not. A branch cracked. James swirled to meet his enemy and flushed at the sight of Lily, holding his wand in front of him. Lily giggled and planted a kiss on his cheek. |
Sigh. “I don’t see anything!” Whined Sirius clutching the telescope tightly, as if that would help him spot the planet in question. James hovered over him nervously. He adjusted some of the knobs and tried prying Black away from the eyepiece. “Let me have a go at it, Padfoot!” Pleaded Potter, stomping his foot, sending his spectacles askew and adjusted them with an expert flick of his finger. “No! You just want to look at Lily and she’s right over there!” Shouted Black, eye still peering through the telescope and his arm flew out in the direction of a red-head. James coughed. |
Peering through the slits of the fence, his brown eyes hid behind spectacles. Meanwhile, a dangerous smile did an Irish jig on his lips. If only he could get Lily off his back he could execute this plan without a single glitch. A cackle was beginning to build up in the middle of his chest like the roaring engine of a tract mobile. Reaching out a hand he hissed at the snakes, brows rising and falling along with his connotations. Lily stared at her boyfriend and turned to Sirius. “Don’t worry about it, Lily! It’s just a little snake talk.” |
Two brown orbs followed the path of the swaying hips gracing the courtyard. Beside the pair of brown eyes were bigger dark eyes, an open mouth helping to décor the flushed face. In the distance, the owner of the seducing hips let out a sonorous string of giggles which made James throw his arms up in defeat. “Veela!” He whined as Sirius Black patted his back consolingly. “That’s why I’m so smitten! She’s got Veela in her!”’ Remus peeked over his book, raising his brows in the process. “No. She’s just Lily. And you’re just a fool.” Sirius snickered loudly. |
The rain pounded on the enchanted ceiling like Slytherin bullies on a poor defenseless Hufflepuff: savagely, relentlessly and excessively. Sirius Black awaited his turn, shifting his weight repeatedly. He had heard plenty of rumors from and had come to his decision. Still, the antagonizing voice of his father reverberated in his ears. Come home a Slytherin or don’t come home at all. Upon hearing his name called, Sirius sat atop the stool as the Sorting Hat sifted through his brain, mumbling about ambitions and reckless courage. “Gryffindor!” It shouted. At the lions table, a messy haired, brown eyed boy beamed. |
He was making a list. And checking it twice. Trying to see who was being naughty and who was being nice. Remus Lupin scowled heavily upon finishing his deed. He had high hopes that on the naughty list, for the first time in the four years he had arrived at Hogwarts, he wouldn’t find the names of his best friends. Rolling up the scroll he walked over to where James and Sirius were having a heated discussion as Peter held the last remaining cauldron cake. “You’re all getting nothing but coal this year,” announced Remus. Sirius gawked and nearly cried. |
James had never been much of a bird man. He could handle crups just fine. Kneazles were even better but birds always managed to give him the creeps. Sirius, however, was absolutely positively squealing over a scrawny little brown feathery thing and Potter was sure he was very close to wetting himself. “Padfoot,” he said warningly. “Remember the last time you came in contact with a bird?” Sirius blinked, owl in his hands as he reminisced. “Chickens are not the same as owls. Chickens, Prongs, have ulterior motives.” James stared at the owl unblinkingly as it pooped on Sirius. He knew it had ulterior motives as well. |
Sirius panicked. No. Panic wasn’t desperate enough to describe his emotional state. Sirius became a walking kingdom of chaos and terror. Pacing back and forth he tapped his forehead with his fingers, willing ideas to spring forth. Any that could save him from the witch with the black heart who was going to kill him as soon as she found out about his infidelity. “She’s going to eat me!” He shrieked before being slapped by James. “Snap out of it!” Sirius hyperventilated. Right now, a timeturner would come in handy so he could pry his lips from The Other One. |
Remus groaned. Sirius and James were jousting, yes jousting, 10 feet up in the air in their broomsticks. Lupin did not think it was a good idea. Peter was too much of a coward to even think about the topic. Just as Sirius rammed into James ribs with a quill they had engorged to look grotesquely large. James shrieked. Rubbing his temples he contemplated his options. Stand there and go crazy at the thought of one of them breaking another bone or steal a pensieve and emptying his thoughts so he was left with nothing but a satisfying blank buzz. |
Sirius, James and Remus grimaced and instinctively raised their hands to shield themselves from the blinding glint coming from Peter’s metallic like robes. They were a sickly green yellow and they shone like the fire of a thousand burning annoying suns. “That’s uh—going to be the life of the party,” commented Sirius with a snicker. Remus rubbed the bridge of his nose trying to think of something to say. “Dazzling. Absolutely dazzling,” chimed in James with a firm nod. “You’ll blind them all with your radiant beauty.” Behind him, Sirius fell to the floor in a heap of laughter. |
“Woman!” Warned the boy with black hair which fell over his dark eyes, hands raised to his chest. His palms were facing the girl before him. It was his only defense against his man-eater. “If you don’t stop touching me inappropriately this very moment I’m going to-“ The curly haired girl threw her head back and laughed that evil sultry laugh that made Sirius legs quiver. He was doomed. Doomed to be eaten alive by those fleshy lips in this lonely classroom. “You’re going to what? Cry?” She crooned, raising a dark brow. Sirius swallowed and pounced with a growl. |
She was mocking him. Sirius scowled. How dare she? How dare she laugh and look annoyingly pretty. Why he ought to reach out with a hand, wrap it around her hair and kiss the breath out of her lungs. Yes, that’s what he would do. If only James, Remus and Peter along with 150 other students weren’t watching. “Pureblood?” She asked wiping her tears and curls bouncing with her mirth. “I don’t care for purebloods.” Sirius’ bottom lip quivered for half a second before he stuck out his chin. “Well I don’t care for your attitude!” Inside, his heart swelled. |
Remus stared at the tower of dishes threatening to reach the roof of the kitchen, pink apron decorating the front of his body. His calloused hands rested on his skinny hips. He was not happy. Behind him, James and Sirius grinned foolishly. Somewhere in the kitchen, Peter was far too busy enjoying a slice of key lime meringue pie to pay attention to the eminent explosion about to happen. “Do the dishes?” Remus repeated, the corner of his lips twitching ever so slightly. “Do I look like your maid?” Sirius and James nodded eagerly. “ A muggle maid.” Ooooh. Burn. |
The Transfiguration class was going as smoothly as possible without having one of the Marauders get distracted with a particularly interesting fly on the wall. In fact, they were all enraptured by the moving lips of the professor. Animagi. Wizards who could change form at will. Inside James mind something clicked and sent the wheels speeding. His brown eyes grew bright and on his lips danced a smile of someone who had just been enlightened. Sirius though, wore his usual blank face of boredom and busied himself with trying to fiddle with the skirt of the girl sitting beside him. |
It was terribly cold and James could only rub his hands together to keep them warm. He had no idea where Lily was. He had been waiting for ten whole minutes. Weren’t girls supposed to be early to places? He knew he should have played another round of wizard chess. At the sound of crunching snow he spun on his heels to face a pink cheeked Lily. Sheepishly she smiled at him and nodded. Breathing suddenly became troublesome for Potter and it came out in puffs, condensing in the air transfiguring into translucent clouds: the patronus of his heart beat. |
It was a duel to the death. There was nothing in this palpable world that could stop him now. Sirius patted his body to make sure everything was attached to where it should be before he walked up to his torturer. Staring into the eyes of his demise he pointed an accusing finger at her chest. “You have tainted my character by rejecting me!” He declared to the stunned young woman. “Therefore I challenge you to a duel of honor!” The girl stared before opening her mouth to let out a shrill laughter. Sirius did not think she was adorable. |
Remus tapped the book repeatedly with his finger, a frown heavy on his tired looking face. James tried not to pay attention. The spell he needed was not in that book. The spell he needed didn’t exist. It would have to be created. His soul needed salvation. “Study, James. You need to study,” chided Lupin, shaking his head slightly. James sighed. How could he possibly study when Lily was busy canoodling with the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain; that idiot with the charming grin, pleasant people skills and eerily shiny hair. Suddenly, it clicked. “I’ll scalp him!” Remus hid the book quickly. |
Funky little horses, thought Sirius. What’s so good about being able to see them? The dark haired boy nudged the spectacled boy next to him repeatedly and wiggled his eyebrows. Inside his adorable head, a plan had hatched. Peter was shifting his weight from one side to the next and Sirius took the opportunity to inconspicuously knock his legs from underneath him. On his knees, Peter tried to make sense of it all as Black straddled him, giving out a hoot, fist in air. “Who needs ghastly horsies?” He shouted. Remus reached out to slap Sirius on the forehead. “Off!” |
Usually, Remus paid them no mind but he had a lot on his mind, plus the pudgy woman was if not a good listener than extremely amusing. After several minutes of monologue, the pale youth finally looked up from his weathered hands hoping to find some wisdom in the painted woman’s eyes. “Well, don’t look at me!’ The stout figure shouted and hid behind the fountain. “I never was good at relationships. Ask someone else, dear.” Remus sighed. He hadn’t been asking about a relationship seeing as there wasn’t one to begin with. Just a girl and just unknown him. |
Dumbledore stared at the group from behind his half moon spectacles, blue eyes twinkling with hidden amusement. Beside him, Professor McGonagall was positively livid. Albus simply tutted. “Now now children,” he said in a soft voice. “You should know better than to buy the first years souls with candy and exchange them with other students for homework. It is wrong and---“ “It’s completely legal!” Protested Sirius passionately. “It’s a good business!” Remus raised his brows warningly and sank into the armchair seeing McGonagall fly their way, eyes wide with anger. “Black! DETENTION!” Sirius swallowed. He had nearly wet himself. |
Sweaty hands were not appealing no matter how famous they were. And no matter how many snitches they caught. If they were sweaty, they were gross. Knowing this James wiped them off his trousers before taking a deep breath and rather roughly reaching out to the hand laying on the car seat beside. “Lily,” he wheezed staring into her jade eyes. “I…You…” Ba-dunk. Ba-dunk. Before he could say anything potentially embarrassing he lunged forward and pressed his lips against Lily’s and wondered if the funny feeling in his stomach was gas or something else. Lily simply giggled into the kiss. |
It was creepy, cold and silent in the dungeons and Peter Pettigrew did not appreciate being dragged down here. Sirius and James though, seemed thrilled at the prospect of bumping into a particularly large nosed greasy haired Slytherin. “Snivellus,” snickered Sirius. “He won’t see it coming.” Behind him giggled James (yes giggled) holding up a bucket of slugs. Remus was nowhere to be seen and it was only to be predicted that they had taken advantage of his afternoon nap to sneak off and perform devious deeds. “I hope he enjoys the squishy sensation in his pants.” James squealed delightfully. |
James stood atop the bed in his pajama bottoms alone, muscular torso exposed to all the males in the dormitory. In his hand was a very long and very stinky sock which he swung around over his head and from his open mouth oozed the torturous screeches of what could only be identified as some kind of battle cry. “You shall all bow down to my superior Quidditch skills!” Sirius swayed and held his nose between his fingers. “I think we’ll just bow to your superior stench for now, bud.” James jumped Sirius and shoved his armpit in his face. |
It was today that he realized it. It suddenly dawned on him. An epiphany of sorts. Yes, that’s what it was. Remus watched Sirius and James wrestle over a cupcake while Peter pretended to be deeply interested and impressed by the macho acts of teenage hood. Closing the book he was reading he placed it on his lap with a happy sigh. Things could only get better. Sirius cheated which made James shriek and shove his armpit on Sirius face. The dark haired boy’s terrified screams were muffled by James’ flesh. Remus snickered. Yes, friendship was definitely an everlasting love. |
He was too scared to shake it. It looked so pretty. The bow was nearing perfection in its form and the wrinkle-free wrapping paper made him feel like his hands weren’t clean enough to hold the box in his hands. “What is it?” James asked, peering over his spectacles and through the thick black hair that fell over his eyes. The red-headed girl was looking positively radiant. Her cheeks glowed orange with the fire’s illumination and James could only focus on breathing. To think and talk was too complicated. Lily snickered and gestured at the box. “Just open the present!” |
Sirius held it over his head. Just one tilt of the hand and the girl standing underneath him would be drenched in stinky brown liquid. She was looking up at him, black fire in her slightly tilted exotic eyes and Sirius had to stop himself from throwing the bucket to the farthest corner of the Great Hall and repeat the events of the previous night. “You wouldn’t dare,” she snarled with narrowed eyes, pink lips thin with annoyance. Black’s eyes twinkled as a sloppy half-grin dangled carelessly from his lips at an angle. “Oh, I dare,” whispered the boy, grinning. |
Her hand was an indistinct blur as it flew through the air, connecting with James’ pale cheek with a resonating smack. The sound seemed to paralyze all movement around the flushed couple as well as James’ heart even if it was for a brief moment. Swallowing, James watched Lily’s retreating form a pang of guilt washing over him before being overpowered by the anger of his bruised ego. Scowling as he too marched in the opposite direction he cursed the day he took love advice from Sirius Black. Rubbing his marked cheek, James held back a sniffle and snorted instead. |
Sirius had encountered more than one angry female, of all ages, sizes and houses. This particular angry female though, scared the beejesus out of him and made him want to run in the opposite direction crying out for not his mommy, but James. Surely, James could save him. As he ran for his dear life down the corridor behind him ran a red spirited girl, war cry falling from her open lips. Her wand flicked repeatedly sending spells in every direction not one connecting with its target. Sirius was thankful that in Lily’s anger, she had lost her incredible marksmanship. |
It wasn’t every day you saw James, Sirius, Remus and Peter in short shorts. Well maybe Peter but Remus was nearly forced into the lime green article of clothing and Sirius and James feared some kind of infection at the tightness of the fabric. Good thing the stockings were thick. “They itch!” Whined Moony almost in a howl and scratched furiously at his legs. Sirius imitated him and James wiggled from side to side, trying to dislodge the fabric suffocating him. Before them, Lily and Sirius’ latest conquest tried to stop the tears from pouring down their amused flushed faces. |
Moony, unlike Prongs and Padfoot, was not light on his feet. Nor did he have any rhythm in his bony hips. So it was no surprise that when the Yule Ball came around, Remus was a nervous mess. He had wisely chosen a slow song to dance with his date that James and Sirius had randomly chosen due to that she was pretty and talked a whole lot meaning Remus could remain as quiet as he could and Cindy, for that was her name, would not notice Lupin’s silence. “Ouch!” Complained Cindy as he managed to step on her toe. |
If it was that ruddy chicken again, James was going to kill Sirius. It was the fifth time he locked up the loud thing inside the drawer of his writing desk. Couldn’t he just leave the bird outside? Chickens with ulterior motives was complete nonsense; a figment of his imagination. James timidly reached out for the handle of the drawer just as Sirius entered the room. The dark eyed boy stood rigid, black wisps of hair falling before his eyes, tickling his eyelashes. Letting out a gasp, Black pounced on Potter. “Don’t let out the chicken boggart!” Shouted Sirius shakily. |
He was trying his best to act as if the kissing sounds wafting from the passionate couple to his right weren’t making his existence unbearable. Tips of long fingers touching each other in what he hoped gave the appearance of a casual demeanor, Sirius Black tried not to think about the curly dark haired girl with the deadly glare and poisonous laugh who decided to borrow his heart without asking first. Kids these days could be so rude. Sirius slapped his hand on the table. “If you don’t quit it right now, I’ll forcefully shove my armpit into your faces!” |
His brain was numb from inactivity and James Potter could swear the skin on his bones was rotting away from lack of stimulation. Heaving a sigh he stretched out a hand towards Lupin as he lay down on the couch in the Common Room. Remus ignored him. Needing attention, James turned his hand to Sirius who was sprawled out on the floor. “Padfoot!” Croaked James. “Save me!” “Prongs,” called out Sirius as they both crawled towards each other like doomed lovers. Remus looked over the top of his book long enough to consider two of his best friends bored lunatics. |
Turning right, nearly colliding with the edge of the stone wall itself, Sirius sprinted ahead of his comrades. There was no way he was going to end up fruitless after this chase. He had survived three months of torturer and his dark eyed torturer was going to pay the consequences. No longer would he be laughed at. No longer would he be left longing. He was going to wrap his hands around— “Mister Black!” Spat a familiar voice that prompted the handsome youth to spin around abruptly. “How many times do I have to tell you to quit chasing girls?” |
Dedicated to Christy cause she dared pick a number. lol It was gross. No. It was beyond gross. It was disgusting, repulsive, sickening; revolting to the point of causing unconsciousness. Remus and James held on to the wall, Peter huddled by the corner trying to calm the dry heaves wrecking his body. The source of the putrid stench was no other than Sirius Black who stood limply before his best friends, brown gook oozing from his pores and he looked about ready to cry. “She called me a two-timing jerk! A two-timing jerk!” Remus thought he should be more worried about the substance that was coming out from his body. |
The grass was bottle-green and the sky was a blue speckled with white clouds. The scenery seemed to have been pulled out from a romance novel. “Isn’t it lovely, James?” She chirped as she plucked a clover from the grass. The young man answered with a grunt. It would ruin his reputation if he admitted out loud that the scenery was getting to him but in secret he thought that the clover in Lily’s hands was very convenient. It was as green as her eyes and every time she looked at him, he could feel himself getting luckier and luckier. |
It had been the most idiotic thing he had ever done in his entire life. Why, oh, why had he chosen dare? Truth would have worked just fine! He could have lied. He could have run away. Or, he could have actually told the truth and withstand a lifetime of teasing. Instead he was standing nervously by the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room. He gulped. A chorus of giggles announced her appearance and Remus immediately seized her by the arms before he lost his courage. “Shut up. This is a dare. Don’t get any ideas.” And he kissed her. |
It was raining yellow specks of warm protein over them. Remus thought it was a good idea to drag Peter underneath the table while Sirius and James held the fort. Clutching fistful of scrambled eggs from the platters they chucked it at the rivals: Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff kindly helped them out by tossing toast as if they were edible boomerangs. “Aim at the pudding holders! Fire! Fire!” Commanded Sirius loudly. He was wearing a cereal bowl over his head just like James. Lucius, Bella and Narcissa did their best to keep the pudding flying. Bella, however, quickly went down. |
By the fire, her hair was set ablaze by the orange light sinking into her hair and her eyes seemed to shift colors at the summons of the licking embers. He just wanted to kiss the very breath of her lungs and fill her lips with I Love Yous. James wishes never came true. The front door along with the wall was blasted open, sparks of red and green light shooting everywhere with the Debris. “It’s him! Get the baby!” Whipping out his wand, he turned to face the Dark Lord himself, eyes dark, lips thin and ready to fight. |
Sirius, James, and Remus stared at Peter with a healthy mixture of shock and amusement. Lupin tried not to smile and as a result the corner of his lips twitched repeatedly. Sirius however, couldn’t contain his mirth and crumpled over, clinging to the couch for balance. James, however, tried giving speaking a shot. “I uh---It’ll wear off soon, Wormtail!” James exclaimed, holding out his arms in what he hoped was a comforting manner. “You know, you can barely see the yellow from here.” “Really!” Wheezed Sirius. “Your head doesn’t really look like a lemon.” James kicked him into silence. |
He squirmed. Black’s lips were pressed firmly against each other in an attempt to keep his whimpering to a minimum. His dark eyes never left the brown ones across from him, silently pleading for their secret never to be revealed. Finally wrapping his finger in a bandage, the girl looked up, flicking brown curls away from her face. “You’re such a baby, Sir,” she chided and quickly, almost instantaneously, followed it with a chuckle. “As in your baby?” Sirius asked hopefully, bottom lip sticking out profusely in a vain attempt to gain some sympathy. The girl simply rolled her eyes. |
“Careful! Careful now!” James shouted, raising his arms over his head only to bring them down to cover his eyes, afraid of what might happen lest Lily slip from the broom. Peeking between his wingers he winced and ran forward, tugging his pregnant wife away from the racing broom. “You know what? Why don’t you try after you have the baby?” Lily scowled at him, one hand on her stomach the other reaching for the pocket of her overalls. James hazel eyes widened and he raised his brows imploringly. “For the love of Merlin, Lily, get off the broom already!” |
Whoever heard of wearing a kilt in winter, in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, with nothing underneath it but yourself? Apparently, James thought it would be amusing. Sirius Black couldn’t disagree more. A heavy scowl decorating his fleshy lips The wind was on James side as it billowed between Sirius long muscular legs. He had to hold on to his kilt to stop it from revealing parts of him he rather keep private. “Plaid suits you!” Bellow James from the stands. “Brings out the uh—complexity within you!” Taking a risk, Sirius made a rude hand gesture at James. |
It was squeezing at his chest tighter each second. Each minute that passed the constriction grew stronger and Sirius Black found himself breathless. His throat ached and his heart felt heavy; soaked, dripping wet with the gray substance of sadness. “I’m so sorry, James,” he whispered to his upturned hands, a fat droplet of salted emotion falling onto his palm. “I’m sorry.” And the rain continued, making the pond on his hand overflow. “I should have been there. So sorry.” And in shame, he covered his face hoping to erase all trace of his deceased friend from his blurry eyes. |
James rubbed his forehead, letting out a small groan. It wasn’t that the armchair he was sitting on was uncomfortable. It was more of the fact that he had been sitting on it for the past forty five minutes. Lily emerged from the changing stall, bright mini dress on. James blinked blinded by the colors but all he could see were legs. He imagined the hordes of men panting and drooling at her feet and Lily, with that self-satisfied smile on her rosy lips. “Lil,” he mumbled. “You’re not wearing that to Sirius’ party. “Yes, I am” Lily stated. “Nay!” |
Remus was lying prostrate on the frozen lake water, a huge eye fish staring up at his amber ones, while Sirius circled him elegantly, an excited squeal coming and fading from him as he left and came back repeatedly. “James!” Lily protested, trying to keep her boyfriend upright, blushing furiously as everyone tried to be subtle about their pointed looks and loud giggling. “You’re embarrassing me!” Potter wobbled some more. “Do I look like an ice princess to you?” As he spoke these words, Peter and Sirius waltzed by, hand in hand; A Fading whee taunting James’ weak skating knees. |
It had all started as a simple joke; a small idea turned true to occupy the mind off the endless feet of parchment that needed to be handed in. However, Remus immediately began regretting allowing such a plot unfold before his very eyes. “I’ll fix this!” exclaimed Sirius valiantly as Pettigrew whined incoherently as his right thigh began to swell to gigantic proportions. The idea had been to stretch Peter’s legs to the point of giving him some advantageous height. Height indeed, thought Lupin as Pettigrew began to hover off the ground, his swollen leg serving as a human balloon. |
| All times are GMT. The time now is 06:02 PM. |
Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.4
Copyright ©2000 - 2025, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
LinkBacks Enabled by vBSEO 3.3.2 © 2009, Crawlability, Inc.
Site designed by Richard Harris Design