Sirius and James were sulking, cleaning the goblets in the trophy room. "Hurry up Sirius, I need to see Lily in 20 minutes!" James said stressed, while cleaning an abnormally big golden goblet. "Why James, I just don't get why the hell we get punished! It wasn't our fault!" replied Sirius apprehensively with a tint of aggression. "Just come on, Padfoot, I've cleaned over half of these damned goblets!" James said getting angry and spitting in an old, dirty cup. "But James, don't you see? We are getting punished for nothing!" Sirius' temper rose as well. "We are not exactly without clue in what happened to old McGonagall at dinner, so hurry up, you idiot!" James finished the big cup and threw the little one at Sirius. "Well, how the hell can it be our fault, that McGonagall is ticklish?! ...and that she had to… use the loo?! What is she… 5?!" Sirius said his voice angry. "Yea, you are right! But she wouldn't have peed herself, hadn't you kept tickling her, when she screamed at you to stop!" James argued. "…and in the bloody great hall, in front of everyone!" he added. "It was funny, not embarrassing had she controlled herself!" "What the hell had you expected, what is she 70?!" James shouted "… you know… Minnie is not that old…" Sirius smiled cheekily. "ARGH, it doesn't matter! Just clean these bloody goblets, Lily is waiting for me!" "Fine! But I'm going to Dumbledore for an apology afterwards!" "Yea right! Maybe you should apology to Minnie instead…!" "FOR WHAT! ACTING LIKE A 5 YEAR OLD WETTING HER PANTS?!" "Never mind Sirius… just go"
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