31 Days of Fanfic: Four
I got stuck at Kennedy International today, but at least I finished early! Two served detentions and a Hogwarts lunch.
May 4, 1976
"Bloody Slughorn," Sirius moans, dropping heavily onto the bench next to Remus. "Three hours scrubbing out cauldrons, and I had to spend the entire time listening to him jawing on about Blacks he's known and sucked up to."
"Tragic." Remus shakes his head. "Let's hope this teaches you a valuable lesson, young man."
"Yeah," Peter chimes in. "Like 'sneak the random potions ingredients into someone else's cauldron, don't just drop them into your own.'"
"I'd throw something at you, Wormtail, if I weren't so bloody tired. Where's Prongs?"
"He wasn't with you?" Peter asks.
"Please," Sirius yawns. "They haven't let us serve detention together in years."
"Probably trying to keep casualties to a minimum," James says, hurling himself onto the bench next to Peter. "Hello, Padfoot. Moony. What's for lunch?"
"Roast beef," Peter says, passing him a platter.
"Wonderful," James says.
"What's got you so enthusiastic?" Sirius asks. "Spent your detention in McGonagall's bedroom?"
"That," James shudders, "is truly vile."
"It's a gift," Sirius says modestly.
"Give it back, then," James advises.
"Ha, ha. You're a bloody riot, you are. Pass me the potatoes."
"Your Majesty," James says, but hands over the food anyway. "Is Padfoot ready for his walkies?"
"Today?" Sirius groans. "Sod you, Potter. I'm beat."
"Today," James says firmly. "After lunch. And I'm just as tired as you are -- McGonagall had me washing dishes all morning."
"Remind me later and I'll get you a tea cozy to wear," Sirius grins.
"Ponce," James says, and hides his smile of satisfaction at the sudden flush in Sirius' cheeks. "Are we on for this afternoon?"
"Fine," Sirius says. "But you owe me Zonko's."
"What's happening this afternoon?" Peter asks.
"Oh," James says, trying for casual, "nothing much. Just thought that if Trelawney's as good as she thinks she is, she ought to be able to tell the difference between a real Grim and our furry friend." He reaches across the table and ruffles Sirius' hair, earning himself a fork in the arm for his trouble.
"Brilliant," Peter says admiringly.
"Stupid," Remus says, in almost the same instant. "Haven't you done enough detention this term?"
"No one's going to suspect us," James says, rubbing his arm.
"McGonagall always suspects you," Peter tells him. "And she's nearly always right."
"That's the beauty of it," Sirius says, smiling beatifically. "She may suspect, but she'll never catch on. She'd never imagine that the three of us could have - you know."
"Mark my words," Remus says, reaching for the green beans, "it'll still come down to detentions in the end."
(begin at the beginning) (day five)
Author's Notes: None, really. Thanks to
marauderswolf for looking this over for me.
May 4, 1976
"Bloody Slughorn," Sirius moans, dropping heavily onto the bench next to Remus. "Three hours scrubbing out cauldrons, and I had to spend the entire time listening to him jawing on about Blacks he's known and sucked up to."
"Tragic." Remus shakes his head. "Let's hope this teaches you a valuable lesson, young man."
"Yeah," Peter chimes in. "Like 'sneak the random potions ingredients into someone else's cauldron, don't just drop them into your own.'"
"I'd throw something at you, Wormtail, if I weren't so bloody tired. Where's Prongs?"
"He wasn't with you?" Peter asks.
"Please," Sirius yawns. "They haven't let us serve detention together in years."
"Probably trying to keep casualties to a minimum," James says, hurling himself onto the bench next to Peter. "Hello, Padfoot. Moony. What's for lunch?"
"Roast beef," Peter says, passing him a platter.
"Wonderful," James says.
"What's got you so enthusiastic?" Sirius asks. "Spent your detention in McGonagall's bedroom?"
"That," James shudders, "is truly vile."
"It's a gift," Sirius says modestly.
"Give it back, then," James advises.
"Ha, ha. You're a bloody riot, you are. Pass me the potatoes."
"Your Majesty," James says, but hands over the food anyway. "Is Padfoot ready for his walkies?"
"Today?" Sirius groans. "Sod you, Potter. I'm beat."
"Today," James says firmly. "After lunch. And I'm just as tired as you are -- McGonagall had me washing dishes all morning."
"Remind me later and I'll get you a tea cozy to wear," Sirius grins.
"Ponce," James says, and hides his smile of satisfaction at the sudden flush in Sirius' cheeks. "Are we on for this afternoon?"
"Fine," Sirius says. "But you owe me Zonko's."
"What's happening this afternoon?" Peter asks.
"Oh," James says, trying for casual, "nothing much. Just thought that if Trelawney's as good as she thinks she is, she ought to be able to tell the difference between a real Grim and our furry friend." He reaches across the table and ruffles Sirius' hair, earning himself a fork in the arm for his trouble.
"Brilliant," Peter says admiringly.
"Stupid," Remus says, in almost the same instant. "Haven't you done enough detention this term?"
"No one's going to suspect us," James says, rubbing his arm.
"McGonagall always suspects you," Peter tells him. "And she's nearly always right."
"That's the beauty of it," Sirius says, smiling beatifically. "She may suspect, but she'll never catch on. She'd never imagine that the three of us could have - you know."
"Mark my words," Remus says, reaching for the green beans, "it'll still come down to detentions in the end."
(begin at the beginning) (day five)
Author's Notes: None, really. Thanks to
marauderswolf for looking this over for me.