Day 9: A Prank After the Prank
Title: A Prank After the Prank
Rating: PG
Prompt: barefootboys Day 9
Word Count: 667
Summary: Start of the Fall term in their sixth year…a new prank, the Sorting Hat, and an uncomfortable Remus.
Author’s Note: Again, not quite what I expected. I wanted something more from this fic…but I was having trouble with the prompt.
Warnings: Un-beta’d. Spoilers for the prank of all pranks (mentioned in PoA, I think…?).
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit.
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“Just wait until you see it Moony, it’s going to be brilliant.” James was near to cackling as their carriage crawled steadily up the small hills towards Hogwarts. Remus was quite sure only he and Sirius could see the thestrals, given the way Peter and James aimlessly stared off into space. How had he not noticed this before?
“As Prefect, I think it’s my job to keep you from starting pranks at the feast.” Sirius reached out and tweaked Remus’s ear. He growled and swatted his friend’s hand away. “Stop it! Stop! Sirius!” And then he was laughing; they all were.
“Come on Remus, it’s not malicious or anything. Just a small prank. You didn’t turn us in for anything last-” Peter stopped and looked over at Sirius. His face flushed scarlet. The last couple of weeks in their fifth year had been devastating to their friendship.
Remus looked off into the distance. He could barely see the carriage ahead of them. The prank that had gone wrong…he was hoping none of them would mention it. Severus still wouldn’t speak to him and he’d thought about continuing to give Sirius the silent treatment too. But was it really worth it? He would lose all three of his friends if he didn’t forgive Sirius. He still felt guilty for what happened and managed to harbor a deeper resentment for Sirius.
The Great Hall was illuminated with thousands of small, floating candles. They gave the cavernous room a feeling of glowing intimacy. Remus quietly watched the Sorting, trying to quell his hungry stomach.
As one particularly uncomfortable looking little boy walked up to the Hat, Remus’s stomach erupted with a loud squelching noise. Sirius reached out to pat his abdomen and his whole body went rigid beneath the fingertips. What did he think he was doing? Remus grabbed hold of Sirius’s hand and pushed it away, turning to give him a dirty look.
Suddenly, the Great Hall erupted with fireworks. Students were laughing, oohing, and ahhing. There was a lot of pointing and smoke. Small scarlet and gold hot air balloons came bustling through the air as if being pulled by puppet strings. Remus watched curiously as they shot out more colorful, booming fireworks.
Then their destination became clear. The Slytherin table. “You’ll like this Moony…” Sirius murmured, sharply elbowing him. The little hot air balloons erupted over the table in a spark of scarlet, sending the little baskets falling to the Slytherin table.
“Eew, gross!” One girl began to exclaim, followed by other noisy remarks of disgust. Underwear and maggots were dropping out of the wicker baskets and onto the students.
“Enough!” Dumbledore got to his feet, passing the alarmed little boy with the Sorting Hat on his head. An amused little smile resided on his lips, but in his diplomatic way, he cleaned up the table with a few flourishes of his wand. He turned to the entire student body.
“A word of warning to those who are responsible,” His gaze fell on the Marauders, making Remus uncomfortable. He knew it was them. Of course, half the school had probably already figured that out. “This little prank was amusing at best, the fireworks were really a nice touch. However, the students of Slytherin do not deserve this ill treatment. You would do best to avoid these pranks in the future.”
Dumbledore looked over his half-moon spectacles to the staff table. Minerva McGonagall’s face was drawn up tight, lips pursed. She would, of course, know who had done this. Remus was confident that detention would be near and great. He turned to glare at Sirius.
“Now, my dear boy.” Dumbledore turned to the small child on the stool who seemed to be trying to shrink down into his robes. “I think the Sorting Hat will have a house for you. Please continue.” He almost seemed to glide across the dais, his purple robes flitting across behind him with certain grace.
The Hat let out a shrieked, “GRYFFINDOR!”
Rating: PG
Prompt: barefootboys Day 9
Word Count: 667
Summary: Start of the Fall term in their sixth year…a new prank, the Sorting Hat, and an uncomfortable Remus.
Author’s Note: Again, not quite what I expected. I wanted something more from this fic…but I was having trouble with the prompt.
Warnings: Un-beta’d. Spoilers for the prank of all pranks (mentioned in PoA, I think…?).
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit.
1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13
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“Just wait until you see it Moony, it’s going to be brilliant.” James was near to cackling as their carriage crawled steadily up the small hills towards Hogwarts. Remus was quite sure only he and Sirius could see the thestrals, given the way Peter and James aimlessly stared off into space. How had he not noticed this before?
“As Prefect, I think it’s my job to keep you from starting pranks at the feast.” Sirius reached out and tweaked Remus’s ear. He growled and swatted his friend’s hand away. “Stop it! Stop! Sirius!” And then he was laughing; they all were.
“Come on Remus, it’s not malicious or anything. Just a small prank. You didn’t turn us in for anything last-” Peter stopped and looked over at Sirius. His face flushed scarlet. The last couple of weeks in their fifth year had been devastating to their friendship.
Remus looked off into the distance. He could barely see the carriage ahead of them. The prank that had gone wrong…he was hoping none of them would mention it. Severus still wouldn’t speak to him and he’d thought about continuing to give Sirius the silent treatment too. But was it really worth it? He would lose all three of his friends if he didn’t forgive Sirius. He still felt guilty for what happened and managed to harbor a deeper resentment for Sirius.
The Great Hall was illuminated with thousands of small, floating candles. They gave the cavernous room a feeling of glowing intimacy. Remus quietly watched the Sorting, trying to quell his hungry stomach.
As one particularly uncomfortable looking little boy walked up to the Hat, Remus’s stomach erupted with a loud squelching noise. Sirius reached out to pat his abdomen and his whole body went rigid beneath the fingertips. What did he think he was doing? Remus grabbed hold of Sirius’s hand and pushed it away, turning to give him a dirty look.
Suddenly, the Great Hall erupted with fireworks. Students were laughing, oohing, and ahhing. There was a lot of pointing and smoke. Small scarlet and gold hot air balloons came bustling through the air as if being pulled by puppet strings. Remus watched curiously as they shot out more colorful, booming fireworks.
Then their destination became clear. The Slytherin table. “You’ll like this Moony…” Sirius murmured, sharply elbowing him. The little hot air balloons erupted over the table in a spark of scarlet, sending the little baskets falling to the Slytherin table.
“Eew, gross!” One girl began to exclaim, followed by other noisy remarks of disgust. Underwear and maggots were dropping out of the wicker baskets and onto the students.
“Enough!” Dumbledore got to his feet, passing the alarmed little boy with the Sorting Hat on his head. An amused little smile resided on his lips, but in his diplomatic way, he cleaned up the table with a few flourishes of his wand. He turned to the entire student body.
“A word of warning to those who are responsible,” His gaze fell on the Marauders, making Remus uncomfortable. He knew it was them. Of course, half the school had probably already figured that out. “This little prank was amusing at best, the fireworks were really a nice touch. However, the students of Slytherin do not deserve this ill treatment. You would do best to avoid these pranks in the future.”
Dumbledore looked over his half-moon spectacles to the staff table. Minerva McGonagall’s face was drawn up tight, lips pursed. She would, of course, know who had done this. Remus was confident that detention would be near and great. He turned to glare at Sirius.
“Now, my dear boy.” Dumbledore turned to the small child on the stool who seemed to be trying to shrink down into his robes. “I think the Sorting Hat will have a house for you. Please continue.” He almost seemed to glide across the dais, his purple robes flitting across behind him with certain grace.
The Hat let out a shrieked, “GRYFFINDOR!”