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Sirius and the Art of Motorcycle Repair
Prologue
Sirius watched the empty reflective glass in growing irritation. What was
taking him so long? "James," he repeated then hastily added, "James Potter!" A
moment passed...then the mirror filled with the image of two bleary eyes
squinting out from a mop of unruly hair.
"Whad?" mumbled James, clearly struggling to stay awake.
Sirius starred at him in surprise. "You're sleeping? At this hour?"
"Sirius, it's," he glanced off to the side, "1 am in the bloody morning
and I'm not out with you or anyone else. Of COURSE I'm asleep."
"Lily wouldn't go out with you again?"
"I'm not talking about that," James said, his voice beginning to show
signs of irritation.
"Yeah, if I'd been trying to get a girl to go out with me unsuccessfully
for 2 years, I wouldn't want to talk about it either," Sirius confided.
"Pad foot, it's 3AM IN THE MORNING!"
"You said it was 2 AM!"
"WHATEVER BLOODY TIME IT IS, WILL YOU GET TO THE POINT?"
Sirius blanched and decided that toying with James anymore tonight would
probably not be the best idea. He got to the point. "All right, don't get your
knickers in a bunch. You'll never guess what I picked up today."
"I'm leaving-"
"No, Prongs, wait!" James gave him a weary look but didn't move. "I was
downstairs chatting with my landlord about muggle forms of transportation-for
that essay we have to write, you know-and he offered to sell me his motorcycle."
Sirius grinned at James wildly waiting for the enthusiastic congratulations.
When none came, he added, "So I bought it. At a very good price."
James squinted at Sirius for a moment before responding with an
unenthusiastic, "Oh. Is that all, then?"
"IS THAT ALL? James, I cannot believe you! Don't you understand what this
means? I have a muggle motorcycle and one of the most secure places in the world
to modify it in. Imagine what we could do with it." Now a smile began to form on
James' lips. "Yes, I can only imagine. Now I think I will dream about my
imaginations until we get to Hogwarts." He started to turn away but stopped when
Sirius snorted.
"As though I would wait until then."
"What do you mean? You just said yourself that Hogwarts would be the best
place to modify it."
"When I'm away from the flat, yes, it will be. I've just owled Moony and
Wormtail, inviting them to stay over until the start of term." Sirius rubbed his
hands together in satisfaction. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Okay, fine. Today."
"Isn't that a bit soon?"
Sirius shrugged. "Your point?"
"We haven't even gotten our Hogwarts letters yet."
"Have your parents forward it to you here. Besides, your mummy will
probably buy all of your stuff for you anyway." Sirius paused after this line to
let James mull it over. If he pushed too hard, too soon, James would say no. But
with a little quiet persuasion...he did.
"Look, I'll talk to them tomorrow about it and see if I can come some time
this week but sooner just isn't going to work."
"Good. Beddie-bye, now, Jamie."
"Shut up, Padfoot," and he was gone. Sirius sat there for a moment,
looking at the empty glass, wondering if it would be worth his while to try and
contact anyone again. His mouth broke open in a yawn as he stood up stiffly. He
looked around his flat once more and at his brand new, beautiful motorcycle then
went to bed.
Sirius and the Art of Motorcycle Repair
Prologue
Sirius watched the empty reflective glass in growing irritation. What was
taking him so long? "James," he repeated then hastily added, "James Potter!" A
moment passed...then the mirror filled with the image of two bleary eyes
squinting out from a mop of unruly hair.
"Whad?" mumbled James, clearly struggling to stay awake.
Sirius starred at him in surprise. "You're sleeping? At this hour?"
"Sirius, it's," he glanced off to the side, "1 am in the bloody morning
and I'm not out with you or anyone else. Of COURSE I'm asleep."
"Lily wouldn't go out with you again?"
"I'm not talking about that," James said, his voice beginning to show
signs of irritation.
"Yeah, if I'd been trying to get a girl to go out with me unsuccessfully
for 2 years, I wouldn't want to talk about it either," Sirius confided.
"Pad foot, it's 3AM IN THE MORNING!"
"You said it was 2 AM!"
"WHATEVER BLOODY TIME IT IS, WILL YOU GET TO THE POINT?"
Sirius blanched and decided that toying with James anymore tonight would
probably not be the best idea. He got to the point. "All right, don't get your
knickers in a bunch. You'll never guess what I picked up today."
"I'm leaving-"
"No, Prongs, wait!" James gave him a weary look but didn't move. "I was
downstairs chatting with my landlord about muggle forms of transportation-for
that essay we have to write, you know-and he offered to sell me his motorcycle."
Sirius grinned at James wildly waiting for the enthusiastic congratulations.
When none came, he added, "So I bought it. At a very good price."
James squinted at Sirius for a moment before responding with an
unenthusiastic, "Oh. Is that all, then?"
"IS THAT ALL? James, I cannot believe you! Don't you understand what this
means? I have a muggle motorcycle and one of the most secure places in the world
to modify it in. Imagine what we could do with it." Now a smile began to form on
James' lips. "Yes, I can only imagine. Now I think I will dream about my
imaginations until we get to Hogwarts." He started to turn away but stopped when
Sirius snorted.
"As though I would wait until then."
"What do you mean? You just said yourself that Hogwarts would be the best
place to modify it."
"When I'm away from the flat, yes, it will be. I've just owled Moony and
Wormtail, inviting them to stay over until the start of term." Sirius rubbed his
hands together in satisfaction. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Okay, fine. Today."
"Isn't that a bit soon?"
Sirius shrugged. "Your point?"
"We haven't even gotten our Hogwarts letters yet."
"Have your parents forward it to you here. Besides, your mummy will
probably buy all of your stuff for you anyway." Sirius paused after this line to
let James mull it over. If he pushed too hard, too soon, James would say no. But
with a little quiet persuasion...he did.
"Look, I'll talk to them tomorrow about it and see if I can come some time
this week but sooner just isn't going to work."
"Good. Beddie-bye, now, Jamie."
"Shut up, Padfoot," and he was gone. Sirius sat there for a moment,
looking at the empty glass, wondering if it would be worth his while to try and
contact anyone again. His mouth broke open in a yawn as he stood up stiffly. He
looked around his flat once more and at his brand new, beautiful motorcycle then
went to bed.