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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. |
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