Bit o' Fic (HP: R/S)
Harry Potter the first part of the first chapter
eventual James/Lily and Remus/Sirius
I'm not sure about this one, guys. Any concrit would be really appreciated (as always)!
There is something as endearing as it is irritating about James' obsession with Lily Evans. He is zealous, fanatical, and unfailingly devoted - he might date other girls briefly, but rarely does he come back from a date and not immediately compare the poor girl to Lily. Nothing is as wonderful as Lily, nothing is as marvelous, as beautiful; James describes her as though she were an angel. Sirius has been tempted to ask several times where she keeps her halo.
Sirius does not question that it is possible to fall in love at fifteen, but he certainly questions the practicality of it. Every girl James compares to Lily is another girl that he'll never get to love. There may be something in the argument for quality, Sirius muses, but he is more than content to focus on quantity.
After all, one of them ought to at least be able to boast success with the fairer sex, if only to keep the wild, glamorous reputation they have worked to build. It wouldn't be Peter, poor bloke, as the only female attention he ever received came from classmates asking if they could borrow his notes. Remus could fare better, though he might faint if a pair of breasts ever accosted him in a broom closet one cold, lonely night - just from the shock of the impropriety.
Sirius grins, amused by the thought of his bookish friend letting out a breathy "Heavens" as some tart gives him a feline smile and tries to undo his trousers.
It is probably not the most appropriate train of thought for the breakfast table, though, and as James grabs another sausage Sirius shakes it out of his head.
"She won't even look at me."
The poor young seeker looks downcast and disappointed, the distinct air of a kicked puppy around him. Sirius swallows a bite of egg. "And why should she?" he askes blithely, paying the red-haired girl a few seats down no heed. "She doesn't exactly like you, mate."
James rolls his eyes and Sirius is grateful that at least there is not yet desperation. He suspects they may be a shrine, but he has no desire to search for evidence. The longing meal-time adoration is always as fervent as prayer, and that is all Sirius has the stomach to witness. Any late night vigils - with an effigy or otherwise - are the poor boy's own business.
"She's scary," Peter asserts, picking absently at his plate. "Got a temper."
If he'd been a girl, Sirius swore James might have swooned. "She's vivacious."
"You even know what that means, Jim?"
Sirius chuckles to himself as James glares at Remus. "I agree with Pete," he says, putting his elbow on the table and cupping his chin in his hand. He gives a half-hearted, dreamy sigh. "Not dark, but beautiful and terrible as the morn." He does not see it, but he knows Remus is smiling. 'And you think I don't listen.'
"What's that, then?" Peter asks curiously, looking over at Sirius. He recognizes the tone that Black always gets when he is quoting.
"Tolkien," Remus answers, turning another page of his book. Sirius is very nearly impressed by his show of total aloofness.
"Token?" Peter tries to repeat. "A... a token of what?"
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-Word Count: 548
Written 28 February 2010
eventual James/Lily and Remus/Sirius
I'm not sure about this one, guys. Any concrit would be really appreciated (as always)!
There is something as endearing as it is irritating about James' obsession with Lily Evans. He is zealous, fanatical, and unfailingly devoted - he might date other girls briefly, but rarely does he come back from a date and not immediately compare the poor girl to Lily. Nothing is as wonderful as Lily, nothing is as marvelous, as beautiful; James describes her as though she were an angel. Sirius has been tempted to ask several times where she keeps her halo.
Sirius does not question that it is possible to fall in love at fifteen, but he certainly questions the practicality of it. Every girl James compares to Lily is another girl that he'll never get to love. There may be something in the argument for quality, Sirius muses, but he is more than content to focus on quantity.
After all, one of them ought to at least be able to boast success with the fairer sex, if only to keep the wild, glamorous reputation they have worked to build. It wouldn't be Peter, poor bloke, as the only female attention he ever received came from classmates asking if they could borrow his notes. Remus could fare better, though he might faint if a pair of breasts ever accosted him in a broom closet one cold, lonely night - just from the shock of the impropriety.
Sirius grins, amused by the thought of his bookish friend letting out a breathy "Heavens" as some tart gives him a feline smile and tries to undo his trousers.
It is probably not the most appropriate train of thought for the breakfast table, though, and as James grabs another sausage Sirius shakes it out of his head.
"She won't even look at me."
The poor young seeker looks downcast and disappointed, the distinct air of a kicked puppy around him. Sirius swallows a bite of egg. "And why should she?" he askes blithely, paying the red-haired girl a few seats down no heed. "She doesn't exactly like you, mate."
James rolls his eyes and Sirius is grateful that at least there is not yet desperation. He suspects they may be a shrine, but he has no desire to search for evidence. The longing meal-time adoration is always as fervent as prayer, and that is all Sirius has the stomach to witness. Any late night vigils - with an effigy or otherwise - are the poor boy's own business.
"She's scary," Peter asserts, picking absently at his plate. "Got a temper."
If he'd been a girl, Sirius swore James might have swooned. "She's vivacious."
"You even know what that means, Jim?"
Sirius chuckles to himself as James glares at Remus. "I agree with Pete," he says, putting his elbow on the table and cupping his chin in his hand. He gives a half-hearted, dreamy sigh. "Not dark, but beautiful and terrible as the morn." He does not see it, but he knows Remus is smiling. 'And you think I don't listen.'
"What's that, then?" Peter asks curiously, looking over at Sirius. He recognizes the tone that Black always gets when he is quoting.
"Tolkien," Remus answers, turning another page of his book. Sirius is very nearly impressed by his show of total aloofness.
"Token?" Peter tries to repeat. "A... a token of what?"
~~~
-Word Count: 548
Written 28 February 2010