"bewizarding the senses..." by gingerbred
Summer 1977. The summer before their seventh year, the Marauders hang out together... Drabble! (for realz this time)
Originally Published: 2019-06-23 on LJ / DW
Words: 200 (yes, really), complete 😉
Prompt 3: You know what? This is so short, Imma just gonna hide the prompt behind the break.
Characters: James, Remus, Peter, Sirius
"That's the third witch this week. How do you suppose he does it?" James asks his friends as the three of them watch Sirius lift Mary Macdonald down from his motorcycle and snog her half senseless. The girl is barely upright before he's done.
"Why? Hoping to use it on Evans?" Peter jeers. Godric knows, James hadn't had much luck on that front. He looks less than pleased at the reminder and takes a swat at the smaller boy.
"Some kind of Spell or Potion maybe," Remus proposes, trying to diffuse the tension.
"Amortentia?" James' interest is piqued, and he leaves off Peter.
"Imperius," Peter sounds almost sure. Mary's blank expression as she makes her wobbly exit lends the idea some credence. James gives him an appraising look and approving nod.
"That's an Unforgivable! Sirius wouldn't use that..." Remus protests, but James still appears thoughtful.
"We could ask him," Peter suggests as he begins to saunter their way. "Hey, how do you pull all those witches?"
"And a fair few wizards," Remus adds sotto voce. "Is it the motorcycle?"
Sirius tosses his hair and smirks broadly as he flicks up his biking jacket's collar. "Naw, mates. It's the leathers."
Prompt: From Toblass for the Hogwarts Last Drabble Writer Standing Challenge (Still not taking part in it... 😋 I can't say it often enough, go follow them.) Leather. Exactly 200 words.
Originally Published: 2019-06-23 on LJ / DW
Words: 200 (yes, really), complete 😉
Prompt 3: You know what? This is so short, Imma just gonna hide the prompt behind the break.
Characters: James, Remus, Peter, Sirius
"That's the third witch this week. How do you suppose he does it?" James asks his friends as the three of them watch Sirius lift Mary Macdonald down from his motorcycle and snog her half senseless. The girl is barely upright before he's done.
"Why? Hoping to use it on Evans?" Peter jeers. Godric knows, James hadn't had much luck on that front. He looks less than pleased at the reminder and takes a swat at the smaller boy.
"Some kind of Spell or Potion maybe," Remus proposes, trying to diffuse the tension.
"Amortentia?" James' interest is piqued, and he leaves off Peter.
"Imperius," Peter sounds almost sure. Mary's blank expression as she makes her wobbly exit lends the idea some credence. James gives him an appraising look and approving nod.
"That's an Unforgivable! Sirius wouldn't use that..." Remus protests, but James still appears thoughtful.
"We could ask him," Peter suggests as he begins to saunter their way. "Hey, how do you pull all those witches?"
"And a fair few wizards," Remus adds sotto voce. "Is it the motorcycle?"
Sirius tosses his hair and smirks broadly as he flicks up his biking jacket's collar. "Naw, mates. It's the leathers."
Prompt: From Toblass for the Hogwarts Last Drabble Writer Standing Challenge (Still not taking part in it... 😋 I can't say it often enough, go follow them.) Leather. Exactly 200 words.