Today

[flying_stag]

Today is shaping up to be a bit boring. Sirius and I will have to fix that. I woke up far too early and have been laying in bed ever since. Ah, the ennui. Still, whole new school full of firsties to torment. It can't stay totally boring. If Sirius ever wakes up, that is. He's sleeping in and that's annoying me. Ten more minutes, and he wakes up

Comments

[padfoot_lion]

You bloody Prat.....I hate you, I hate you, Die in a fire!

[flying_stag]

Oh, is that going to make it harder for you to find someone to shag this week? Terribly sorry. I didn't realize that you had plans.

[padfoot_lion]

Look what you did! Reverse this! Right now! Or I'm never speaking to you again!

[flying_stag]

You slept in. I was bored. For hours. And I had ideas and they were all wasted because you were asleep!

All you had to do was wake up when I prodded you, but I think you thought the tip of my wand was one of your fleas, the way you started scratching.

[padfoot_lion]

I DO NOT HAVE FLEES!!

We were up. For hours. Last night. I needed SLEEP James. Now, Change it back...

[flying_stag]

I don't know. I think this is far too amusing to end it so soon.

[padfoot_lion]

Change. It. Back. James!

[flying_stag]

I think the scarf you've been wearing all day is incredibly becoming. Makes it hard to eat, of course, but perhaps you'll start a new fashion.

And you really haven't said the magic word, have you?

[padfoot_lion]

NOW!!

[flying_stag]

Tut tut. I thought you were a man of breeding, Paddy. What's the magic word?

[padfoot_lion]

......please....

[flying_stag]

I'll leave a potion on your bed. I'm one my way out to the Quidditch pitch. Just rub it on your cheek and all my artwork will disappear. Then come out to the pitch. I've got ideas.

[padfoot_lion]

It bloody well better....

and this better be a bloody good idea if you want me to go out to the wet drizzly pitch at this hour...

[flying_stag]

I swear, it's the best idea I've had in years.