Tuesday Drabbles
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Give me a pairing (something I'd like, for once!) in one of my fandoms and a word or two. I'll write a 100+ word drabble in the next three hours. I will do 4 drabbles in the next two hours. (Can't do more as I have to drop something off in the scholarship office)
Give me a pairing (something I'd like, for once!) in one of my fandoms and a word or two. I'll write a 100+ word drabble in the next three hours. I will do 4 drabbles in the next two hours. (Can't do more as I have to drop something off in the scholarship office)
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This morning, John Lennon decides to paint his nails.
It isn’t a normal sort of decision. It’s a decision that results from being placed next to Sirius Black in Potions. It’s a decision that results from the weather being nearly unbearable - sticky heat that makes him loosen his tie, slump forward on his desk. Sirius, on the other hand, amuses himself with the nail varnish he’d snatched off a girl he’d been sucking face with.
John considers it to be sucking face, given Black has no good technique.
Or balls for that matter, as he’s all mouth and no trousers.
But John digresses.
He thinks the heat is finally getting to him when he nudges Sirius - who’s been growling in frustration for the past minute, given he can’t properly paint his nails on his left hand. Probably growling for making such a terrible job of his nails too - all chipped in a matter of minutes.
John wishes his watch wasn’t broken - not that it’d do any good. At all. It’s Hogwarts and the classes drag on forever. Things like that happened when your school was all full of magic and what not.
“Hey. Give it here,” he says, voice low, simultaneously snatching the small bottle from Sirius. Sirius grunts, eyes narrowing, before he moves on to rip up bits of parchment. Within minutes he’s lobbing small parchment balls at the back of James’s head, as John draws strange lines and designs on his nails randomly. He leans forward, having managed so far to not draw attention from the professor - although that Snape fellow looks too suspicious - and pokes Remus between his shoulder blades.
“What’re you doin’?”
“Reading,” Remus says, his voice a low whisper.
“Readin’ what?”
Remus shakes his head, a ripping noise, before he leans to hand a scrap of paper to John. Meanwhile, Sirius eyes this, and then nudges John in the shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“Asked him what his bloody book was.”
Sirius cranes his neck, ignoring the stray glances from girls in the classroom. John doesn’t mind them - it’s apt, and it’s bloody good, considering both are the best looking blokes in the class room.
“Philosophy,” Sirius mouths, just as John reads the same word off the scrap of parchment.
John leans to snatch a scrap of blank parchment from Sirius’s area of the long desk, snatching a quill as well. He draws on it for a minute, then holds it up for Sirius to see. A girl, fake boobs - as was his hobby… well, the drawing and boobs part, not the fake one - and swilling a bottle of rum.
At the bottom of the note, he writes, ‘class’ll drive a bird to drink… wouldn’t you want one of these instead? She’s only a pound.’
John deftly throws the now rolled up ball of parchment over Remus’s shoulder to land right in front of him, while Sirius looks wary. John isn’t sure if Sirius wants to laugh or wants to throttle him.
He’s used to that.
This is when Severus Snapes yells for the professor and waves his hand madly.
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*is now serene enough to last through tonight's pre-1750 travel literature course*
This just gets better and better. :)
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