Challenge #003- Pink Knickers
Title: Pink Knickers
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/Mild Swearing (you know teenage boys XP)
Characters/Pairing: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew
Summary: James' Potions essay is missing, the one he's been slaving over all last night, and he suspects Sirius has taken it.
Word Count: 1163
Registered purchases?: None. (yet)
Pink Knickers
I scrunched my face, scratching my head curiously. Where did my Potions essay, which I've been slaving over last night for five hours, go? I was absolutely sure I left it on my dresser after collapsing into bed in exhaustion. There was no way I was going to rewrite it; it had taken me forever and rewriting it now meant slitting my wrists and bleeding to death.
"Peter, have you seen my essay?" I asked crankily as I dug around my general clutter area.
"Nope, sorry," Peter called back as he poured over his own essay. "Didn't you leave it there on the dresser last night?"
I whipped back, staring at him. "So you did see me! You were just pretending to sleep so you didn't have to help me pull the blankets around my exhausted body!"
He stared back at me guiltily. "Perhaps."
"Bastard."
I rummaged about, looking for that single roll of parchment with passion before eventually discovering that I had dumped out my entire dresser and pulled out every single object from under my bed. I gave up.
"Remus dear, you haven't seen my Potions essay, have you?" I inquired sweetly, grinning at him. He snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Please stop trying to act sentimental James," he sighed. "It's scary."
"Whatever. Seen my essay?"
"Nope. Didn't you leave it on your dresser?"
I groaned in annoyance. "If everyone saw me leave it on the dresser, then why isn't it here?"
"No idea," murmured Remus, returning to his book on the Trolls of the Alps and Their Influences. Dull sort of stuff, really.
"Why wouldn't my essay be here?" I pondered, tapping my chin. "It's not like parchment have feet. They can't walk away unless..." I stopped, eyes wide. "Unless someone stole it."
"Who would steal an essay?" Peter sighed, straining over his own, almost tearing his scarce blond hair out in frustration. I gave him a look.
"People like you who haven't finished writing their essays yet."
He nodded slowly and murmured, "Good point."
"So who hasn't finished their Potions essay-"
"What are you doing?" Sirius interjected, entering the dormitory with an apple in his hand. He glanced over at the stacks of junk lying by my bed and raised an eyebrow. "James, what have you been doing?"
"Just, er, tidying up," I lied with a strained smile which soon turned into a full-blown glare of hate as Sirius turned his back to me to laugh at Peter's gibberish on parchment. I so bet that bastard stole my essay!
"Hey, um, Sirius?" I inquired timidly. "Have you finished your Potions essay yet?"
He gave me a strange and amused look. "Yes, of course."
"Really? When?"
"Last night," he answered as he bit into his bright red apple. My suspicions were confirmed. He "finished" that essay last night when he picked it off my dresser! The bastard. The only solution for this? Spike his cup with Veritaserium; he won't tell anyone the truth even the Spanish Inquisition.
I began cackling.
"Um, James? Are you alright?" Peter asked me, startled by the dark and sinister expression on my face. I gave him a big toothy grin.
"Of course. How about we have a bit of Firewhiskey tonight?"
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Who was going to turn down Firewhiskey when in the middle of stressful midterms and in seventh year? No one, my mates included. I snatched a bit of Veritaserium from Slughorn and smuggled it in my robe pocket. I so couldn't wait until tonight.
"Drinking party!" screamed Sirius as he pulled off the cap of a Firewhiskey bottle and chugged down about half of the thing. Remus smiled a drunken smile and nodded, taking in a big gulp himself. Peter had already reached his limit and was lying on the floor, burping and bright red, but he wouldn't stop drinking. Probably would end up barfing later on.
I had refrained drinking an immense amount so I could question Sirius later on when he was drunk enough. I didn't have to use Veritaserium when he was so drunk, but I wanted straight answers, not crazy drunk ones.
"Sirius, lemme see that bottle for a minute," I said, pulling away a half-empty bottle from Sirius' lazy fingers. He hiccuped and nodded, grinning stupidly.
"Hey Remus, I bet I can guess what color Peter's knickers are," he mumbled to the half-dead Remus who was laughing at his toes. Yes, bizarre.
While he was distractedly, I poured a drop or two into the bottle, shaking the bottle so the contents would be nicely mixed together. I grinned maliciously.
"Here Sirius," I muttered, returning to the bottle to the hopeless drunkard. He giggled (?) and grabbed the bottle from my hand, chugging down the rest. Excellent.
"Um, Sirius," I coughed, trying to advert his attention away from the snoring Peter who's knickers wasn't visible for the guessing of Remus and Sirius. I think he was tempted to pull back the trousers so he could guess the color which wouldn't really be guessing, but you know. He's drunk.
"Yes, Jamesie?" he slurred, patting my cheek like an old grandmother.
"Can I ask you a few things?"
"O' course, o' course!"
"No, no!" yelled Remus. "Sirius is telling me what color Peter's knickers are!"
"Um, Remus, I'm talking to Sirius," I sighed, clutching my head. "Can't you ask him that later?"
He glared at me, but hiccuped and took another big sip. I turned back to Sirius. Time for the moment of truth.
"Did you take my Potions essay from the dresser?"
"Yep."
Realizing what he'd said even in his drunken state, he turned white and clapped his hand to his mouth. I glared at him.
"Where'd you put it?"
"You spiked the Firewhiskey, didn't you?" he complained to me. "But I hid it in my sock drawer." He clapped his hand over his mouth again. "Damn."
Stomping over to his sock drawer, I looking around and soon found the parchment tucked in one of his socks. Ew, nasty.
"Sirius, you realize you're going to die?" I asked him darkly, holding on tightly to my essay as if someone would snatch it out of my hands.
"Nah, nah," he grinned, rolling his eyes. "I'll just ask Lily to help me finish the essay. I think she's pretty damn sexy."
I stared at him in horror. Blood drained out his face and he stared back at me.
"Shit. Shouldn't have said that."
"S- S- Sirius Black!" I bellowed, leaping over my bed so I could rush over and wring his bloody neck. Been leering at my Mrs. Potter, have we? Well, I'll-
Remus jumped in my way, grabbing my collar in a way which he probably thought was pretty loose, but really wasn't. He had this strong grasp, probably due to the werewolf side of him.
"Re- Remus, I can't breathe," I gasped, trying to struggle out of the grasp. He merely frowned at me and finally bellowed:
"What color are Peter's knickers?"
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/Mild Swearing (you know teenage boys XP)
Characters/Pairing: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew
Summary: James' Potions essay is missing, the one he's been slaving over all last night, and he suspects Sirius has taken it.
Word Count: 1163
Registered purchases?: None. (yet)
Pink Knickers
I scrunched my face, scratching my head curiously. Where did my Potions essay, which I've been slaving over last night for five hours, go? I was absolutely sure I left it on my dresser after collapsing into bed in exhaustion. There was no way I was going to rewrite it; it had taken me forever and rewriting it now meant slitting my wrists and bleeding to death.
"Peter, have you seen my essay?" I asked crankily as I dug around my general clutter area.
"Nope, sorry," Peter called back as he poured over his own essay. "Didn't you leave it there on the dresser last night?"
I whipped back, staring at him. "So you did see me! You were just pretending to sleep so you didn't have to help me pull the blankets around my exhausted body!"
He stared back at me guiltily. "Perhaps."
"Bastard."
I rummaged about, looking for that single roll of parchment with passion before eventually discovering that I had dumped out my entire dresser and pulled out every single object from under my bed. I gave up.
"Remus dear, you haven't seen my Potions essay, have you?" I inquired sweetly, grinning at him. He snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Please stop trying to act sentimental James," he sighed. "It's scary."
"Whatever. Seen my essay?"
"Nope. Didn't you leave it on your dresser?"
I groaned in annoyance. "If everyone saw me leave it on the dresser, then why isn't it here?"
"No idea," murmured Remus, returning to his book on the Trolls of the Alps and Their Influences. Dull sort of stuff, really.
"Why wouldn't my essay be here?" I pondered, tapping my chin. "It's not like parchment have feet. They can't walk away unless..." I stopped, eyes wide. "Unless someone stole it."
"Who would steal an essay?" Peter sighed, straining over his own, almost tearing his scarce blond hair out in frustration. I gave him a look.
"People like you who haven't finished writing their essays yet."
He nodded slowly and murmured, "Good point."
"So who hasn't finished their Potions essay-"
"What are you doing?" Sirius interjected, entering the dormitory with an apple in his hand. He glanced over at the stacks of junk lying by my bed and raised an eyebrow. "James, what have you been doing?"
"Just, er, tidying up," I lied with a strained smile which soon turned into a full-blown glare of hate as Sirius turned his back to me to laugh at Peter's gibberish on parchment. I so bet that bastard stole my essay!
"Hey, um, Sirius?" I inquired timidly. "Have you finished your Potions essay yet?"
He gave me a strange and amused look. "Yes, of course."
"Really? When?"
"Last night," he answered as he bit into his bright red apple. My suspicions were confirmed. He "finished" that essay last night when he picked it off my dresser! The bastard. The only solution for this? Spike his cup with Veritaserium; he won't tell anyone the truth even the Spanish Inquisition.
I began cackling.
"Um, James? Are you alright?" Peter asked me, startled by the dark and sinister expression on my face. I gave him a big toothy grin.
"Of course. How about we have a bit of Firewhiskey tonight?"
------
Who was going to turn down Firewhiskey when in the middle of stressful midterms and in seventh year? No one, my mates included. I snatched a bit of Veritaserium from Slughorn and smuggled it in my robe pocket. I so couldn't wait until tonight.
"Drinking party!" screamed Sirius as he pulled off the cap of a Firewhiskey bottle and chugged down about half of the thing. Remus smiled a drunken smile and nodded, taking in a big gulp himself. Peter had already reached his limit and was lying on the floor, burping and bright red, but he wouldn't stop drinking. Probably would end up barfing later on.
I had refrained drinking an immense amount so I could question Sirius later on when he was drunk enough. I didn't have to use Veritaserium when he was so drunk, but I wanted straight answers, not crazy drunk ones.
"Sirius, lemme see that bottle for a minute," I said, pulling away a half-empty bottle from Sirius' lazy fingers. He hiccuped and nodded, grinning stupidly.
"Hey Remus, I bet I can guess what color Peter's knickers are," he mumbled to the half-dead Remus who was laughing at his toes. Yes, bizarre.
While he was distractedly, I poured a drop or two into the bottle, shaking the bottle so the contents would be nicely mixed together. I grinned maliciously.
"Here Sirius," I muttered, returning to the bottle to the hopeless drunkard. He giggled (?) and grabbed the bottle from my hand, chugging down the rest. Excellent.
"Um, Sirius," I coughed, trying to advert his attention away from the snoring Peter who's knickers wasn't visible for the guessing of Remus and Sirius. I think he was tempted to pull back the trousers so he could guess the color which wouldn't really be guessing, but you know. He's drunk.
"Yes, Jamesie?" he slurred, patting my cheek like an old grandmother.
"Can I ask you a few things?"
"O' course, o' course!"
"No, no!" yelled Remus. "Sirius is telling me what color Peter's knickers are!"
"Um, Remus, I'm talking to Sirius," I sighed, clutching my head. "Can't you ask him that later?"
He glared at me, but hiccuped and took another big sip. I turned back to Sirius. Time for the moment of truth.
"Did you take my Potions essay from the dresser?"
"Yep."
Realizing what he'd said even in his drunken state, he turned white and clapped his hand to his mouth. I glared at him.
"Where'd you put it?"
"You spiked the Firewhiskey, didn't you?" he complained to me. "But I hid it in my sock drawer." He clapped his hand over his mouth again. "Damn."
Stomping over to his sock drawer, I looking around and soon found the parchment tucked in one of his socks. Ew, nasty.
"Sirius, you realize you're going to die?" I asked him darkly, holding on tightly to my essay as if someone would snatch it out of my hands.
"Nah, nah," he grinned, rolling his eyes. "I'll just ask Lily to help me finish the essay. I think she's pretty damn sexy."
I stared at him in horror. Blood drained out his face and he stared back at me.
"Shit. Shouldn't have said that."
"S- S- Sirius Black!" I bellowed, leaping over my bed so I could rush over and wring his bloody neck. Been leering at my Mrs. Potter, have we? Well, I'll-
Remus jumped in my way, grabbing my collar in a way which he probably thought was pretty loose, but really wasn't. He had this strong grasp, probably due to the werewolf side of him.
"Re- Remus, I can't breathe," I gasped, trying to struggle out of the grasp. He merely frowned at me and finally bellowed:
"What color are Peter's knickers?"