Written for DramioneLurver's Sock challenge.
Sock: Tube Socks.
Prompt: Lights.
"Yo, Lilypad!" I heard a voice from behind me yell. It's kind of funny, that boy annoys me so much that I could tell his voice from an entire crowd of students rushing along the pathway to Hogsmeade. If you even just gave me a dialogue with words he would say, I could tell you who it was. Today is different, I think, because he's gone gangster to impress me. I don't know who keeps doing it, but rumor is that someone keeps telling him that I like different speech dialects. Well, at least he was over the Australian surfer fad. That had been a nightmare.
I pulled the hood of my black cloak over my distinguished hair, certain that it would immediately give away my position. I hurried forward, trying not to push people over but still managing to anger a few of them as I slid past. After a few minutes I was nearly at the front of the group, and I figured I'd be safe then. I pulled down the hood and shook out my hair, noticing with certain excitement that we were almost to Hogsmeade.
An hour later, James was smart enough not to alert me of his presence until he was walking right next to me and it would be too rude to just walk away like some snobby kid. The first thing I noticed was the absence of his usual replica of Gryffindor's own hat. Instead, a backwards muggle baseball cap replaced it, complete with what some like to call "bling." I like to refer to it as an unecessary man necklace. I had informed Sirius of this the day before, causing him to choke at lunch from laughing.
"Yo, Lilypad," he greeted me cheerfully, taking my hand in his. I tried to ignore it, I really did, but it was quite irritating. I frowned, and he continued his act by saying, "What's up?" That was when I noticed his completely bizarre-looking socks that definitely did not go with the whole gangster get-up. I tried not to laugh, but that made it worse. My laughs slowly erupted from me until I was like this laughing volcano type thing, if that makes any sense. Any sense at all.
I hastily composed myself when I saw his look of complete confusion. He was bewildered, yes, but obviously thought that he had somehow made me laugh, and in a way, he had. He was starting to laugh along with me, but then I interjected. "Why are you wearing tube socks?"
"Sirius told me that that's what the muggle gangsters wear. You know, like, 'Yo, Dude, I've got a new pair of tube socks! Yo!' Was he..." James trailed off suspiciously, his eyes narrowing and deepening. "That's not what they wear, isn't it?" he asked, but it was more of a flat statement. I shook my head, biting the insides of my cheeks to keep from smiling and/or laughing at his misfortune. Instead, I attempted to sympathize.
"Well, you got the most of the outfit right," I told him cheerfully. "It's just that the socks..."
He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Evans. Hey, want to grab something to eat?"
"Sure!" I said brightly, then realized what he had just said. "Hey, you tricked me, you-"
"But you already agreed!" James held my hand tighter and dragged me along the path.
After a few steps of dragging my feet, I finally obliged, and started to walk.