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A/N: it's surprising that I didn't have at least 1000 words here...It is after all my -thing- to not post before reaching the minimum word amount...but I was feeling a lil' depressed by the progress of a fic, so i decided to write something humorous and short!

Sirius's Reaction

"Hey, James." Sirius greeted as he barged into their dorm and saw James lounging on his own bed, staring at the ceiling.

He sat himself on his own bed and pulled out a stack of magazines. Sirius started reading them with a lewd smile stretching across his face. Nothing beats a good exhilarating article with moving pictures of his babes.

"Reading those magazines again?" James asked from his spot. "You never get tired of them, do you?"

"Nope. Never. They are so good to look at over and over again!"

"If you say so. I got bored of them after the first time. They're not that interesting."

"Wimp."

James chose not to reply him. Instead, he heaved a huge sigh. Sirius looked up from his books and found his friend still in the same position when he entered the room. He raised an eyebrow and then went back to his article.

"So, the Yule ball for fourth to seventh year this Christmas…We can go this year." Sirius said, and then added a second thought. "Not that we didn't sneak in to spike the drinks in previous years."

"Yeah, I know." Came James's half-hearted reply. Before letting out another sigh, still staring blankly at the ceiling.

"So," Sirius began again since James was unwilling to make conversation. "What pranks are we playing this time? Dung bombs?"

"Did that."

"Spiked drinks?"

"We do that every year."

"Then what are we doing?"

James did not reply. Instead, he exhaled loudly again.

"How about some water start firecrackers? All hells will break lose. I can't wait to see McGonagall's face"

"Yes."

"It's going to be wild!"

"Magnificent too."

"Yes, I can see it! The beauty!" Sirius said, leaving his magazines and energetically bouncing on his four poster bed.

"…And that feisty temper." James said dreamily.

Sirius slowed his hyper bouncing and looked at James.

"Feisty temper?" he asked eyeing his best friend. "I wasn't aware that there are new firecrackers in Zonkos. You mean firecrackers have temper now?"

"Yeah," James continued dreamily. Sirius, now, noticed an uncharacteristically bright gleam in his eyes. "She does."

"She?" Sirius asked, looking at his friend as if a bludger had clobbered him.

James was silent again. Lost somewhere in his odd train of thoughts.

"James?" Sirius asked cautiously, as if expecting some sort of sudden attack.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Then, what was all that about?" Sirius asked incredulously.

"Sirius?"

"Yeah?"

"It doesn't matter." James said with a huge grin as he plopped himself up on the bed.

"It does too!" Sirius exclaimed, now jumping more vigorously on his bed. "We were talking about pranking…and…and your brain was off somewhere- chasing the snitch!"

"Sirius?"

"Yeah?"

"I like Lily Evans."

"See! I knew your brain was-"

THUMP!

Sirius sudden slipped on his sheet and landed unceremoniously on his bed while bouncing all his colorful magazines onto the floor. "What do you mean 'I like Lily Evans'?"

James looked at his best friend amusedly. And in a tone, that clearly indicated that he was pretending to talk to an infant, he said, "Well, I find her very attractive. Physically and Mentally. Therefore I like her."

"You mean, like-like?" Sirius asked wide eyes.

"Yes." James said patiently. "I think I'm going to ask her to the Yule ball."

"But she's a girl!" Sirius said that as if it was all the reason of the world. "You like a girl!"

"I know. That's why I said 'her' and referred Lily as 'she'."

"That's not the case!" Sirius said. "She'll come between you and your best friend, me! She'll-"

"No she will not." James laughed at his best friend's antic. It was good to let it out, but it was better to see Sirius's reactions.

"The pranks." Sirius tried to reason. "What about the pranks? We made a pact! We made a pact, remember? We said we'd prank people until we're so old and wrinkled that we can't hold a dung bomb! And then- And then we are going to train our kids to be prankster!"

"Yes, I do remember. And I am making the first step towards training the next generation of pranksters."

"But-" Sirius tried to protest as James hopped off his bed and headed to the door.

"Wish me luck, Sirius!" with that, James left the room, humming a tuneless song.

Sirius picked up his precious magazines on the floor and read the title: 'THE NEWEST, HOTTEST MOTORBIKES OF ENGLAND'.

He shook his head at what just transpired in the dorm.

Things were never going to be the same again.

A/N: So what do you think? And be honest here, I swear I won't tease or laugh...what were you thinking the magazines were when they were first mentioned? Should I just leave the fic here? Or should I continue to write about how Sirius's reacts to James's other significant moments?

btw, sorry Jillz, i was a bit too eager to post this!