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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. |
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