"Custard." James said with a very straight face. "There was custard. It got on things. And skin. And things. Custard. And now we're off to find a bath and finish dinner."
He glanced at Sirius, "Anymore left, mate? Not that Lily deserves custard, haunting the school like Peeves, ready to send poor ickle first years to their beds in fright. But you were always nicer than I am."
Cool as a cucumber spelled to chill, despite being naked as the day he was born and considerably more pornographic under the cloak.
Sirius nodded soberly. "Yes, custard. Bit of an accident with custard and an incantation gone wrong. Very messy. Sinister stuff, that custard, but if you want some, I think there's more." Sirius felt around on the tray and pulled out a ramekin of the delicious yellow stuff. Thank goodness they had left the other ramekin, the one Sirius had dipped his fingers into, in the room. Giving that to Lily would have been so, so wrong.
"Just don't go casting any spells at it, or else you might end up covered in the stuff, too. Anything else I can get you from under the cloak?" With a wicked smile, he added, "You know, crepe, roast beef sandwich, willy o' Potter or Black...?"
Lily's eyebrow went up and she tried to force back a smile. "Custard?" she said, her voice even and not trembling a bit as she struggled not to laugh. "Dangerous stuff, that. Brave lads, the both of you, for taking it on alone. And of course, this custard is the reason that the very fine Gryffindor baths aren't sufficient?" Not waiting for an answer, she reached out and took the ramekin. Dipping one finger in, she licked off the custard, her eyes considering James and Sirius.
"And I wasn't haunting the place, Potter," she grinned. "At least I was all visible, and not, apparently, carrying around most of Hogwarts' food stuffs."
She burst out laughing at Sirius' offer. "Hmm...tempting Black. Been a while since I've had a good one." She nodded slowly and held out her hand. "Crepe?" she said innocently.
James elbowed Sirius, sharply. Willie o Potter or Black? Was he drunk? Was he even thinking? According to everyone he knew, they were currently speaking to his wife right now. He may not have been getting along with Lily, but leaving too many clues about, could be something that would hurt her. And not having expectations was very different from having life slapped in your face like a large trout.
He flashed Sirius a stern look. "Well then, best give up your crepes now. You offered after all. When you're starving later, don't look at me. I'll just eat in front of you."
James watched Lily disappear around the hall, while he squeezed Sirius' hand in response to the comfort being offered. He leaned back against Sirius when she was gone, and started pulling the cloak over them both.
"New rule, mate. No more mention of Azkaban unless we're actually talking about it?" He squeezed Sirius' hand again and glanced once more down the corridor where Lily had disappeared.
"Bloody hell that could have been awkward." James whispered.
Sirius ducked down as James threw the cloak over his head and then looked at James quizzically. "Why, Prongs? Does - does it bother you? And did you want to talk about it at some point?" Actually, a lot had gone unsaid about the past twenty years, about all the time Sirius had lived through that James hadn't. "We don't have to talk about anything you don't want to talk about this week. It's your week."
He looked down at himself and at James, now fully concealed under the cloak. Naked bodies, food tray.... "Yeah, that could've been pretty fuckin' bad. But she took it rather well, don't you think? Now, let's get our sweaty arses over to the Prefect's Bathroom before we run into someone who wouldn't take it so well." Like Harry.
Still holding onto James's hand, Sirius started to stride quickly down the corridor.
"We'll talk about it. We will. I know it's my week, but, we will Pads. I promise. Just not until I'm ready."
He laced their fingers together and shot Sirius a wicked grin as they moved together down the corridor towards the baths. "I hope you scourgifed your hand before you gave her that crepe, Pads. Cause if she still remembers what I taste like, things will go bad."
He snickered. It was wrong. Awful in fact. But funny. James bit his lip so it wouldn't be his turn to have the giggle fits and focused on what he was going to do to unlock the bathroom door.
Sirius stopped short and stood there frozen for a moment. "Ohhhhh!" he moaned, a horrified look on his face. "Bugger! And fuck and shite! No, Prongs, no I didn't scourgify." And then his turned-down mouth started twitching again. "Oh, Merlin, it's not funny, it's not funny!"
But somehow, it was.
Sirius squeezed James's hand, hard, and bit down on his own lip. "Well, she doesn't know what I taste like. So maybe she'll be thrown off." A small snort managed to escape despite his valiant efforts. "Guess she knows now, though."
Sirius started to move again, quickly. The giggle loop was starting again, and he could not afford to blow their cover once more.
They could not get to the Prefect's Bathroom soon enough.
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He glanced at Sirius, "Anymore left, mate? Not that Lily deserves custard, haunting the school like Peeves, ready to send poor ickle first years to their beds in fright. But you were always nicer than I am."
Cool as a cucumber spelled to chill, despite being naked as the day he was born and considerably more pornographic under the cloak.
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"Just don't go casting any spells at it, or else you might end up covered in the stuff, too. Anything else I can get you from under the cloak?" With a wicked smile, he added, "You know, crepe, roast beef sandwich, willy o' Potter or Black...?"
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"And I wasn't haunting the place, Potter," she grinned. "At least I was all visible, and not, apparently, carrying around most of Hogwarts' food stuffs."
She burst out laughing at Sirius' offer. "Hmm...tempting Black. Been a while since I've had a good one." She nodded slowly and held out her hand. "Crepe?" she said innocently.
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He flashed Sirius a stern look. "Well then, best give up your crepes now. You offered after all. When you're starving later, don't look at me. I'll just eat in front of you."
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"New rule, mate. No more mention of Azkaban unless we're actually talking about it?" He squeezed Sirius' hand again and glanced once more down the corridor where Lily had disappeared.
"Bloody hell that could have been awkward." James whispered.
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He looked down at himself and at James, now fully concealed under the cloak. Naked bodies, food tray.... "Yeah, that could've been pretty fuckin' bad. But she took it rather well, don't you think? Now, let's get our sweaty arses over to the Prefect's Bathroom before we run into someone who wouldn't take it so well." Like Harry.
Still holding onto James's hand, Sirius started to stride quickly down the corridor.
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He laced their fingers together and shot Sirius a wicked grin as they moved together down the corridor towards the baths. "I hope you scourgifed your hand before you gave her that crepe, Pads. Cause if she still remembers what I taste like, things will go bad."
He snickered. It was wrong. Awful in fact. But funny. James bit his lip so it wouldn't be his turn to have the giggle fits and focused on what he was going to do to unlock the bathroom door.
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But somehow, it was.
Sirius squeezed James's hand, hard, and bit down on his own lip. "Well, she doesn't know what I taste like. So maybe she'll be thrown off." A small snort managed to escape despite his valiant efforts. "Guess she knows now, though."
Sirius started to move again, quickly. The giggle loop was starting again, and he could not afford to blow their cover once more.
They could not get to the Prefect's Bathroom soon enough.
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