FIC: Mischief Managed
Sorry this is so late. I actually wrote it the first day that Thistlerose mentioned this tribute to Sirius, but the site wasn't yet up for posting. Later, the whole thing just slipped my mind.
Title: Mischief Managed
Author: mysid
Disclaimer: MWPP belong to J.K. Rowling. (Even if she does miswrite them sometimes.)
Rating: G
Dedicated to Thistlerose: For conceiving of this LJ tribute to Sirius. I began to wonder how Sirius would choose to be remembered....
Mischief Managed
“Ooh, look at this. You can get a stag engraved on it. I want that on mine. I wonder why they have a design like that.”
“Probably for people who like to hunt deer,” Remus said as he looked over James’s shoulder at the book of designs one could have engraved upon grave markers.
“Hunt deer?” James said and then faked a shudder. “Well, I still want that on mine.”
“I wonder if they have our animals?” Peter asked as he pulled the book away from James and began to flip through it in earnest.
“They probably have dogs,” Remus said.
“Who hunts dogs?” Peter asked in horror.
“No, for markers for pets who’ve died. But I’d be very surprised if they have rats, and I don’t want a wolf on mine.”
With a heavy thump, Sirius closed the large book of various styles of grave markers that he’d been looking through. “These are all too gaudy. I still like that simple white marble one we saw outside.”
“Then that’s the right one to get,” James said as put a hand on Sirius’s shoulder. “What do you want it say?”
Sirius shrugged. “What’s the customary thing to put on it?”
“In my family, they just put the person’s full name and their dates,” Peter offered.
“Their dates?”
“You know, birth date and death date.”
“Oh. ‘I was born; I died. You’ll have to guess what I did in between.’ Seems a little impersonal to me,” Sirius said.
“Or you could think of it as being simple-not gaudy,” Remus pointed out.
“I’d like mine to say something like, ‘Beloved husband and father-and greatest Quidditch player ever,’” James said with a grin.
“Not going to happen, Prongs,” Sirius said with a slight smile back. “It’ll read, ‘James Potter, Died a Virgin, unless we count that little accident with his broomstick.’”
“And yours will say, ‘Sirius Black, He got what he deserved, the stupid berk.’”
“No, mine will say, ‘Mischief Managed.’ What do you want yours to say, Remus?”
Remus took a deep breath and thought for a moment. ‘Remus Lupin, He never bit anyone.’” Silence fell upon the small group as the serious tone of Remus’s answer swept away the light-hearted feeling of the previous ones.
“So what are you going to write on your uncle’s stone, Sirius?” Peter asked to break the silence.
Sirius thought for a few moments longer. “Alphard Black, White Sheep of the Black Family.”
Title: Mischief Managed
Author: mysid
Disclaimer: MWPP belong to J.K. Rowling. (Even if she does miswrite them sometimes.)
Rating: G
Dedicated to Thistlerose: For conceiving of this LJ tribute to Sirius. I began to wonder how Sirius would choose to be remembered....
Mischief Managed
“Ooh, look at this. You can get a stag engraved on it. I want that on mine. I wonder why they have a design like that.”
“Probably for people who like to hunt deer,” Remus said as he looked over James’s shoulder at the book of designs one could have engraved upon grave markers.
“Hunt deer?” James said and then faked a shudder. “Well, I still want that on mine.”
“I wonder if they have our animals?” Peter asked as he pulled the book away from James and began to flip through it in earnest.
“They probably have dogs,” Remus said.
“Who hunts dogs?” Peter asked in horror.
“No, for markers for pets who’ve died. But I’d be very surprised if they have rats, and I don’t want a wolf on mine.”
With a heavy thump, Sirius closed the large book of various styles of grave markers that he’d been looking through. “These are all too gaudy. I still like that simple white marble one we saw outside.”
“Then that’s the right one to get,” James said as put a hand on Sirius’s shoulder. “What do you want it say?”
Sirius shrugged. “What’s the customary thing to put on it?”
“In my family, they just put the person’s full name and their dates,” Peter offered.
“Their dates?”
“You know, birth date and death date.”
“Oh. ‘I was born; I died. You’ll have to guess what I did in between.’ Seems a little impersonal to me,” Sirius said.
“Or you could think of it as being simple-not gaudy,” Remus pointed out.
“I’d like mine to say something like, ‘Beloved husband and father-and greatest Quidditch player ever,’” James said with a grin.
“Not going to happen, Prongs,” Sirius said with a slight smile back. “It’ll read, ‘James Potter, Died a Virgin, unless we count that little accident with his broomstick.’”
“And yours will say, ‘Sirius Black, He got what he deserved, the stupid berk.’”
“No, mine will say, ‘Mischief Managed.’ What do you want yours to say, Remus?”
Remus took a deep breath and thought for a moment. ‘Remus Lupin, He never bit anyone.’” Silence fell upon the small group as the serious tone of Remus’s answer swept away the light-hearted feeling of the previous ones.
“So what are you going to write on your uncle’s stone, Sirius?” Peter asked to break the silence.
Sirius thought for a few moments longer. “Alphard Black, White Sheep of the Black Family.”