Prongs: I really have no idea for a story. But that's not something new. And you can't blame me for trying can you? So, I'm just going to write down the first thing that comes to my head. (The stupid thing is that the idea I just got includes Paddy. It was to write a conversation between us...hehe)
(Padfoot/N: I see.. Yey! English! Hapii!)
James was furious with his mother. She had figured that she wanted James to learn how to play the piano. He was eight years old, and thought that he had more than enough things to do already. Like play Quidditch.
But his mother didn't think that could please him for the rest of his life, and to play an instrument is rather funny, she told. 'Like the flute isn't an instrument' he thought. (Padfoot/N: Well it is, but you are not taking lessons for it. I would not be so sure that I count as a real flute teacher)
The day had come, and James struggled to keep a hold on something. In the end he was dragged out and into their muggle car. "Mom, I really don't want to do this!" He complained. He was told to "Shut up" and live with it. (Padfoot/N: I think she's angry, don't you)
While James met the teacher, and looked around rather confused, another boy entered the house.
This new boy looked rather familiar with the place, and sat down on one of the chairs beside Mrs. Potter. "Hey you. Played for long?" She asked kindly. "A bit, Mrs..?" Mrs. Potter smiled as she always did to persons she just met. "Potter, Klare Potter."
The eyes of the boy widened in shock. "Excuse me, but are you from The Potter family?" The woman didn't seem to understand what he meant. "I'm Sirius Black, by the way." When he mentioned his last name the lady seemed to understand.
"Yes, I'm from that family, why?" She seemed rather out of it. Sirius couldn't blame her. A lot of those he had talked to changed when he told who he was. "But why are you talking to me, then?"
"I figured that we could talk together rather that ignore each other since we're going to sit her together every week while we're waiting." She could see that he didn't want to show his expression of joy. 'Must be his family fault' she thought. A warm silence spread around them.
James walked angry over the waiting room floor, and opened the door. "Mom!" His mother followed him to the car. "That was one of the most stupid things you've ever taken me to, and I have to repeat it every single week!" Klare didn't want to have a fight with her son so she didn't say anything.
"Mom! Talk to me!" She made a small laugh. "James, do you honestly think you're the only one who doesn't want to play the piano?" He crossed his arms. His mother was probably right as usual, but why did he have to do it?
Sirius hadn't done his piano homework once again, but he just played another piece of work. For Sirius the piano lessons was the best time of week, he could just sit there and play what he wanted, almost all the time, and didn't have to think about the rest of the family.
His fingers did the work them selves. He just played the tune in his head. "Sirius, that was the saddest version of that piece I've ever heard. It's like you know how the maker wanted it." He just sat there confused. What song had he played?
"Oh, your father's here." Mrs. Kinnman had looked out the window. "It's was nice to meet you, Mrs. See you in a week, hopefully." The boy began to walk out to his father.
"Come here boy, the Malfoys and Blacks are coming in an hour, and you got to get dressed and behave." The younger Black looked down at the street as they walked their way home. He hated all the visits from the rest of the family, nor did he like to visit his relatives.
"Get a grip, James, it's not the end of the world!"
"Yes it is! It's the end of My world. Why do I have to play the bloody piano anyways!?" James had had a perfect life before all the instruments things came into his life. "James," his father said while trying to keep his voice down, "you're grounded."
"Fine!" He ran to his room and dived onto his bed. After some minutes he sat up and walked over to his flute. He played all the songs he had learned, which was a lot of songs. He didn't mind playing the flute, when he began he was to young to struggle.
The family dinner went as normal. They talked about Hogwarts and all the funny things they did there, like hexing the Gryffindors. They also talked about the N.E.W.T.s and O.W.L.s. Bellatrix talked about her boyfriend Rodolphus an how "sweet" he was.
Although nobody else noticed, Sirius could tell that there were something going on between Lucius and Narcissa. They were only one year apart.
After the dinner they all, except Sirius that is, wanted him to play the piano. 'Why did always he have to do it? He wasn't the only one who could play' he thought grumpy, but did as he was told. He didn't want to be beaten up when the family had gone home.
The week came to an end, and a new one were about to begin. Unluckily for James that meant that a new piano lesson arrived soon. Too soon for his taste.
"Why do you want me to play the piano?" They sat and ate dinner, the next morning he had to go through "hell" again. "Because I think piano is a much more beautiful instrument than the flute." (Padfoot/N: Hey! Flute is my stronger side, besides, they're both amazing! You can't compare them.)
Even thought James loved food, he stood up and walked out of the room. He ran up to his bedroom and laid down on his bed. He almost began to cry when he understood what lovely food he had walked away from. (Padfoot/N: Mada mada dane!)
After a while ha began to daydream about Hogwarts. How he wanted to begin there. Get friends and have fun without his parents at his neck.
"Ah, Sirius, today you behaved very well. You can go to your, unfortunately, muggle teacher tomorrow." Sirius smiled. His parents had wanted him to learn from a witch, but nobody had time so they had to send him to this muggle.
Sirius almost jumped of joy the next day. He had to have a long lesson because he had been "sick" a lot of times.
Prongs: English mood, where art thou? I don't wanna play hide and seek now. Just come!
Padfoot: Come out, come out wherever you are! Really James, you were teasing me for my lack of English mood only days ago!
"G, James, G. No, that's an E!" James looked rather confused. "This is an E" pointed the teacher. "Isn't that C?"
"What's the matter with you James. Last time you did it perfect." James looked up at the woman. "Played to much flute, I think." Her eyes lightened up. "You also play the flute! That's wonderful!"
"No, I don't "also" play the flute. I "just" play the flute!" Everybody in their right mind would have seen that James wasn't happy. "I'm not going to be angry with you because it's just the second lessen, and you haven't learned to play just yet." They resumed to the instrument.
"Oh, hello Sirius. How's your week been?" Mrs. Potter could see a bright smile on the boys face. "One of the best, actually. I didn't get into one single fight." The two talked about everything and nothing when James came out.
"Who's this boy, and why are you talking like you know each other?" Mrs. Potter looked over to her son. "Well hello James. This is Sirius." Sirius stood up and took James hand. "Sirius Black, pleasure."
"Black!" He turned to his mother. "Mom, what are you doing!?"
"Just having some small talk, my dear boy. See you later Sirius." She winked to said boy, and then they walked out of the house.
A year had gone, and James still didn't like the fact that his mother talked to a Black. Nothing had changed, or James played the piano of free will and was good at it, and life was normal.
Prongs: Like my life's ever been normal!
Padfoot: Good point! You're not normal at all…
James hadn't played as beautiful this day. "James, what's wrong? You seem rather out of it." James stopped playing. "I think I worked too much on the flute yesterday. I forgot the piano, to be honest."
"I got an idea. Why don't you bring your flute next time? It might inspire both of us" she'd been quite frustrated over him and gave him a dejected smile. "It's Ok I guess" he didn't mind playing the flute for her. Show that he could at least do something.
"Why are you bringing your flute?" his mother asked suspicious, another week had past and it was time for a new piano lesson. James didn't respond, but went inside, while Mrs. Potter sat down and waited for Sirius.
At first he played a little on the piano, the piece he'd been working on quite a while but not really caught, not until now. "Ten minutes left; will you please play a little on the flute for me?" Mrs. Kinnman asked.
He played a couple of scales and found a piece. The swan lake.
He'd played it perfectly, and Mrs. Kinnman said "I think I heard the door" and suddenly opened it. "Sirius, would you come in for a second"
The young Black rose to his feet, a little surprised. "Yes, but my lesson has not…" she pushed him gently into the room. "Would you mind playing the swan lake for us?"
Sirius sat down, and started to play. Just as perfectly as James had played the very same tune on the flute. "Take it from the beginning again. James you should probably look at his music sheet, so you know where to play" Sirius stopped playing at once.
Two pair of eyes stared at her, and then at each other.
Sirius laid his hands down on the keys and started to play. James didn't hesitate and began to play himself. The wonderful art of work sounded perfect in Mrs. Kinnmans ears. But Sirius stopped. "We got to start over; we're a bit to fast."
James looked at Black, so he wasn't the only one who heard it. "But you played it perfectly!" Both boys gave her shocked looks. "No, we were a bit to fast…at four Mr. Black." They counted to four, but not so anyone else could hear, they had done it for themselves.
It was played perfectly this time. Both boys felt that the other one was skilled and therefore tried to surpass one another. Sirius played more gently, more exact and with more feeling, while James focused on his breath, to get total control over it.
The teacher was stunned, but the two boys exchanged fierily looks. This had wandered from music to a competition.
Prongs: Guess what we're drinking guys!
Padfoot: Pine needles!! (I think it's supposed to be tea…)
Prongs: It tastes funny! Like a forest after a rainy day…
Padfoot: That's Norway for yeah!
(Wow, few Paddy/Prongsie notes!! Well we're not even friends yet, so that might be the reason)
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