"What's your problem now, Siri?"
"Snape," I reply, with a glare to the Slytherin table. Like Remus even had to ask. Snape's been the bane of my existence for six years now.
He rolls his eyes at me like he always does. "What did he do now?"
"Fucker told McGonagall that me and James were the ones who trapped him in a suit of armor."
"You were."
Why is Remus always so rational? "That doesn't mean that he should have squealed and pegged us with a week of detention, which starts tomorrow. We were only getting him back for that stunt he pulled with Nott. He should have known he wouldn't get away with it."
Remus sighs and pushes his empty plate away from him. He had finished his lunch with gusto as the full moon is tonight and he will need all the energy that he can get. James had left the table already to chase after Evans, leaving me and Remus alone while Peter worked on not failing Transfiguration. "I don't see why you let him bother you so much. You should be used to anything he has to say to you by now."
He's right and I'll only admit it to him. "I don't know…there's just something about him."
Not being able to stomach any more food after talking about Snape, I push my plate towards Remus', making eye contact with a pretty blonde Hufflepuff fifth year whose name, for the life of me, I cannot remember.
"Friend of yours?" Remus asks with a knowing smirk, noticing the death glare that she sent my way.
"I told you about her," I reply, still focusing my eyes on her. "The Hufflepuff girl that I accidentally bedded." She had gotten pissed at me when I wanted nothing more to do with her afterwards. But I'm not a one girl guy. I want to play the field while I still have my good looks. Which, I have.
Remus starts to snicker. "It's not like you tripped and fell into her...and then out of her...and then into her...again."
And people think Remus is innocent. Far from it. "Whatever," I reply as the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. "Ah, freedom," I say standing. Every Friday, me, Remus, Peter, and James are done with classes after lunch.
"Plans?" Remus asks, following me out of the Great Hall.
I shrug at him, gesturing with my head out towards the grounds. Remus gives a slight nod in agreement as we walk outside into the brisk Spring air. The last traces of Winter are disappearing and the snow has been gone from the grounds for over two weeks now. "I'm getting him back," I state suddenly, referring to Snape.
Remus doesn't reply, simply walking beside me to the giant Beech tree by the lake that we have claimed since first year. The castle knows not to mess with the Marauder's tree after several Ravenclaws found themselves with a few extra appendages.
"And it's going to be great," I continue, jumping up to catch a low hanging limb and swinging myself from it. Remus plops himself on the ground leaning his back against the tree.
In the sunlight, it's easy to see the effects of the upcoming moon on Remus. His skin is pale and the skin under his eyes is darker than normal. He didn't sleep much last night. "How you feeling?" I ask, dropping from the branch and lying on the ground, using one of Remus' crossed legs as a pillow.
It's odd. After six years of knowing James, Peter and Remus, the whole of Hogwarts, and even myself, considers James to be my best friend. But I have this deeper emotional connection with Remus. Something that James and I have never had.
Remus is easy to talk to. He'll let me rant and yell and complain and just get out whatever I need to and wait for me to finish before stating his own opinion. And he doesn't judge me. Not that James does, but I always feel like he does and I've never had that feeling from Remus. Probably because of the Werewolf thing. Although, I don't see what that would really matter.
"Alright," he replies with a sigh as I let my eyes drift closed. "Just tired."
"Mmm," I reply before having to stifle a yawn. I had stayed up with Remus last night playing chess until I could no longer keep my eyes open. The lack of sleep is catching up with me and tonight will be no different.
"Hey guys!"
I open my eyes but don't move to look beyond Remus' face. "James?"
He nods in response, looking straight ahead to where they were approaching us. "And Peter."
The sun is blocked from my face as James stands over me with a large grin plastered in his face. "You look like such a poof right now."
"Better than being one," I reply, sitting up with a scowl on my face. "Did you get the pitch reserved for tomorrow?" James was made captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year, and after receiving a week of detention, he and I can only practice either tomorrow or Sunday.
"Ten," he states, following Peter's example who just sat in the grass in front of Remus and I.
I can't help groaning. We'll be out until dawn with Remus tonight and having practice at ten means another night of little sleep.
"Sorry, Padfoot," he says. "I'm not too pleased either but it's the only time I could get and we need to beat Hufflepuff so we can't afford going without a practice."
"What does McGonagall have you guys doing?" Peter asks.
James and I both shrug. "Whatever it is," I reply. "I'm more than getting Snape back for it."
"Excellent," James says with a rather large grin. "Any thoughts?"
I frown. "Not yet…but mark my words. I'll get him. Bad."
"Should we be worried about you getting expelled?" Remus asks, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Always," I reply with a smirk of my own. I think that James and I have been lucky, with all the stunts that we have pulled within the past six years, that the worse that we have ever been given has been a week of detention. And that was only after a poorly aimed potion found itself covering Slughorn who, to the repulsion of one very disgusted fourth year Gryffindor and Slytherin potions class, found himself suddenly without any clothing as it burned the material off him.
James rubs his hands up and down his arms. "You guys mind going inside? I'm freezing my balls off here."
"Not like you'll need them anytime soon with Evans."
I don't register that he's tackled me until I've found myself on the ground with James pinning my arms behind my head, both Peter and Remus laughing. I quickly roll James over to reverse him in the pin but he quickly gets me back over.
"You through yet?" I hear Remus ask as I manage to once more pin James underneath me.
"Suppose so," I reply, jumping off James and helping him to his feet. "To the common room?"
James smirks and points his finger to the castle. "To the common room!"