Quidditch.
Quidditch is a wonderful sport where wizards and witches fly on brooms, fighting over quaffles, avoiding Bludgers, chasing snitches...
Ahh. Quidditch. Doesn't everyone love the sport?
Not James Potter.
Well, at least not James Potter on this particular morning.
Usually, James is in love with Quidditch. But after a very long and tiring full moon, he just wants to rest.
James groans as his alarm clock goes off. "Goody" he says sarcastically in his pillow. Though Quidditch is the last thing he wants to do right now, he does it anyway. Because that's just the wizard James Potter is.
Today's not going to be a very good day.He turns on his side to shut off his alarm then sits on the edge of his bed feeling for his glasses. Since James is Far-sighted, it's hard for him to see up close. He can thank his father for that.
After finally locating his glasses, he trots over to the bathroom, half asleep. He washes his face then looks in the mirror to see a nice long scratch from his neck to under his shirt. It's painful, yes, but he shrugs it off. He doesn't have time for pain right now. He brushes his teeth quickly, then goes to a sleeping Sirius.
"Wake up you lazy mutt! We have practice!" James says loudly while shaking Sirius Black, His best friend since first year.
"I don't want to get up...thanks.." Sirius says, groggily.
James groans and pushes him off the bed, since it seems to be the only method of waking him up. "Come on! We have a match against Slytherin in two days!"
Sirius Falls on the floor into a heap of blankets. "Ouch" He says while rubbing his head. "I know that!" He continued rubbing his head "You could have at least tried to be more gentle for Merlin's sake."
"I'll be more gentle p-professor" Peter says, obviously talking in his sleep.
Sirius breaks out into hysterical laughter, causing James to laugh too.
"Ah," James starts, "Maybe today isn't going to be so bad after all."