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“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. |
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