Friendly Matches
Sirius was lounging on a cushion chair, flipping absently at a Quidditch magazine. He sniffed when he saw the low rates for Zaroff with his performance in the previous match. Just because he failed to perform the barrel turn, it doesn't mean that it has to affect his rates. Sirius just sniffed again and turned the page again, deciding to let this one slide. He's having a headache with all this internal debate about the ratings, so he decided to take a nap.
It was half an hour before he woke up. And when he did he cursed loudly. Because a rule when you're a Marauder: never sleep in the common room, it leaves you vulnerable to any attacks. He gave out a sigh of relief when his hands went through his hair, finding the locks perfectly safe and sound. It's usually the main target in pranks.
He stood up from the couch, ignoring the flirtacious smiles that the girls gave him. Honesty, Sirius Black was a troublemaker to heart, and he didn't have time for romance. Sure he'd fancy a girl here and there, but his mates and trouble always came first.
He stretched, making a somewhat gruff sound. He still wore his uniform, which felt slightly sticky and disgusting. So he got up and started walking upstairs to his dorm, running a hand through his hair, thinking of taking a shower and putting his dirty clothes on the laundry … for once.
When he turned open the door to his dorm, he instantly caught James take out his wand and smiling mischeviously. Sirius' alarms went on and unconsciously the corner of his lips turned up, making him smilel. He yelled, "Buggering shit!" before turning around and racing down the stairs.
Sirius skipped steps as he felt James race towards him. They were both laughing loudly and were out of breath by the time they were in the Common Room. As always people glanced at them as they raced across the room to the portrait hole.
"Stop running!" James laughed, waving his wand about.
"I – haha – never!" Sirius' pace was slowing down step by step, his body too consumed with laughter until he completely stopped.
James didn't even try to jinx him at all; he just dropped beside him and kept laughing like a loon. What they didn't notice though, was Remus Lupin walking calmly towards them with his wand hidden on the sleeve of his maroon pull over. His steps were drowned by the chuckles and the reocurrent laughter, so he didn't worry about being incospicuous around them. He passed them and in one point one seconds he had murmured a curse that morphed their hands and feet into flippers.
"Holy Circe!" James exclaimed, his laughter died as did Sirius', who was inspecting his flippers with a slight disgust and fascination.
Sirius and James both looked behind them, and around. But their jinxer had dissapeared and they didn't see anyone. So they went back to looking at their new hands. Until they felt the sensation on their feet, it was when they noticed that they had flippers. They started to freak out and they tried reacher for their wands. They looked around again, but didn't catch anything.
They also didn't catch the mischevious smile that Remus gave them under the invisibility cloak.