RP ; Notes Regarding A Subject of Great Importance
DATE Er. BACKDATED to a week before Part Seventeen. Pre-note passing type of note-passing. Let's say 9 November 1977.
CHARACTERS NO SNIVELLUSES ALLOWED. and by which I mean marauders, as it were.
STATUS Just between them, but other students can probably see SOME note-passing taking place.
SUMMARY SOMEONE'S BIRTHDAY IS IN A WEEK AND SOME FRIENDS OF THIS SOMEONE NEED TO KNOW THAT THIS SOMEONE IS HINTING FAR TOO HEAVILY ON THE FACT THAT HE WANTS RIDICULOUS THINGS FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.
COMPLETION Incomplete.
After a few good years of practise, and with his best mates at his side, Sirius had learned to tune out the monotonous dronings-on of one very pearly looking History of Magic Professor. It hadn't taken too long to figure out how to do it, the key was to think of other things and eventually, the talking would turn into mumblings and then the mumblings would turn into whispers and then the whispers would turning into a buzzzz and then! Nothing. It took Peter some time to learn the secret, but even he had caught on.
Sirius had always justified this action by saying that no one in their correct mind could learn about wars and fighting and ACTION by listening to some dead bloke talk about it as if it were from a manual. Instead, Sirius waits for Remus to explain it to him later, and as he does, usually Sirius reenactes it with James in the common room. Fun is had, things are learned. Remuses are embarrassed. Everyone wins.
Sitting in class, Sirius had turned off the spoken word track as soon as he entered the room. Now, there is one thing constantly on his mind: In one week's time, he will be eighteen. Legal in the muggle world! Where he can get tattoos and buy dirty books and gamble and drink! Muggle stuff! His fake ID would be void! Sirius is happy at the thought. People need to know about this, decides Sirius, pulling out a quill and hastily looking to his side to see Remus taking notes. Notes! Mental. Sirius reminds himself later to Give Looks to Remus for his Work Ethic. However, Sirius hastily scribbles a note, blowing on it to dry in a provocative way that makes a few of the girls in the class stare rather bluntly before flicking it at Remus with his fingers. It says:
CHARACTERS NO SNIVELLUSES ALLOWED. and by which I mean marauders, as it were.
STATUS Just between them, but other students can probably see SOME note-passing taking place.
SUMMARY SOMEONE'S BIRTHDAY IS IN A WEEK AND SOME FRIENDS OF THIS SOMEONE NEED TO KNOW THAT THIS SOMEONE IS HINTING FAR TOO HEAVILY ON THE FACT THAT HE WANTS RIDICULOUS THINGS FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.
COMPLETION Incomplete.
After a few good years of practise, and with his best mates at his side, Sirius had learned to tune out the monotonous dronings-on of one very pearly looking History of Magic Professor. It hadn't taken too long to figure out how to do it, the key was to think of other things and eventually, the talking would turn into mumblings and then the mumblings would turn into whispers and then the whispers would turning into a buzzzz and then! Nothing. It took Peter some time to learn the secret, but even he had caught on.
Sirius had always justified this action by saying that no one in their correct mind could learn about wars and fighting and ACTION by listening to some dead bloke talk about it as if it were from a manual. Instead, Sirius waits for Remus to explain it to him later, and as he does, usually Sirius reenactes it with James in the common room. Fun is had, things are learned. Remuses are embarrassed. Everyone wins.
Sitting in class, Sirius had turned off the spoken word track as soon as he entered the room. Now, there is one thing constantly on his mind: In one week's time, he will be eighteen. Legal in the muggle world! Where he can get tattoos and buy dirty books and gamble and drink! Muggle stuff! His fake ID would be void! Sirius is happy at the thought. People need to know about this, decides Sirius, pulling out a quill and hastily looking to his side to see Remus taking notes. Notes! Mental. Sirius reminds himself later to Give Looks to Remus for his Work Ethic. However, Sirius hastily scribbles a note, blowing on it to dry in a provocative way that makes a few of the girls in the class stare rather bluntly before flicking it at Remus with his fingers. It says: