FOR: XskylarMalfoyX and mrs gabby black
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE MARAUDERS, THEY ARE ALL PART OF J.K ROWLING'S WONDERFUL IMAGINATION.
I looked up from my book, Dungeons & Dragons Monster Manual to find one of my friends drop down beside me.
"Moony how is it going?" it was Sirius. He peered over my shoulder at my book and smirked.
"Ah, Lycanthropes" he muttered and I nodded. I had been reading into them a lot more, lycanthrope means werewolf in Greek. Becuase I Remus Lupin am a werewolf. Sirius, having stolen the book from me a day ago, knew what I was reading about.
"Where's Wormtail and Prongs?" I asked, wondering where my other two friends were, and Sirius shrugged. He pulled at his Gryffindor tie so that it hung halfway down his chest. The boy slumped against the tree and started to fiddle with the bottom of his tie so I frayed slightly.
"No idea. But James got a detention for talking". I grinned; does that boy ever shut up? I wonder what he was talking in, most likely potions. I shut my book and placed it beside me knowing I wouldn't be able to concentrate with Sirius there. For some reason he distracts me, I leaned against the tree let my strawberry blond hairs touch the near black bark of the oak tree. Sirius wolf whistled at two girls who passed, they giggled and carried on. I rolled my eyes at him and gave him a blank look.
"Don't give me that look. I'm irresistible" Sirius said and I groaned out loud. This only made my best friend burst out into fits of laughter.
"Padfoot, what's so funny?" I looked up. James was leaning against the tree looking curiously at Sirius who was laughing so much he had his head in his hands. James's hair was out of control like always and his uniform out of place. In between breathing and laughing Sirius said how I make him laugh so much. I zoned out of the conversation and looked at Peter who had probably waited for James while he was in detention. The small boy was playing with some grass an ever so often looked up to squint at James and Sirius. By this time Sirius had stopped laughing and James had flopped down onto the grass. I watched as James pointed his wand at the tree and I cautiously moved to the left. Not that I don't trust James, I do with all my heart. But spells go wrong don't they.
"Mobiliarbus" he muttered and I raised my eyebrows as one of the leaves descended from the oak tree and he made it dance in the air whilst controlling it with precision. Peter became en rapt in James's antics and I stretched out my legs. Sirius was rummaging through his bag and started to place random objects on my lap.
"Excuse me, am I table?" I asked.
"No but I can turn you into one" Sirius replied.
"What are you looking for?" I asked and I lent forward. Sirius had both his hands deep inside his bag and then pulled out a piece of paper. It was his timetable.
"That is what you were looking for?" I asked and he gave me a mock glare. "We are in the same Charms class and we have it next" I said and I reached for my own bag. I put Dungeons and Dragons Monster Manual back into my bag. The bell went for our next lesson and James cut off the charm, which made the leaf fall onto his face. Putting my bag over my shoulder I said goodbye to James and Peter and headed off toward charms with Sirius.
I stood at my desk and tried once more.
"Avifors" I said and a tiny dove appeared that used to be a black board duster. The dove took flight and flew up to the ceiling where it joined many other birds transformed by the class. We were in charms and Flitwick was doing his best to keep control of the birds. All the tweeting and the birds that seemed to like hovering near him, were irritating Sirius. He was relaxing in the chair opposite me having already transformed enough birds as he could muster. As a bird landed right in front of him, it was a tiny bluebird, he growled and the bird flew off in fright.
"You shouldn't do that," I said knowing what reaction I would get and Sirius got to his feet and picked up his wand.
"I don't like little birds," he growled and I smiled at him. I looked to the ceiling again and marveled at the sight of about fifty or more birds flying around the room each at different speeds. Birds are so free. I wonder what it would be like to be a bird.
