Ugh I had a whoooooole lot written, and I was so proud, and you know what I do? I ERASE IT! Smart of me, considering other crap I've done. I mean really, I deserve my own national holiday, in which people can do stupid things with no consequences. YAY.
Anyways, to the point. I'm bored. That's the point. I'm very bored. Being very bored at 5 in the morning sucks. You can't do anything. Well, I can't do anything. My mother is a very light sleeper and has real good aim with wooden shoes (as I've discovered over the years). If she wasn't so talented at inflicting pain, no way in hell I woulda thought of writing. Maybe trying to brake the roof of the downstairs apartment again. But not writing. Writing, for me, is something you can do in every moment of the day when there are no pranks to be played. But since (for once) there are no pranks to be played I am writing. Make sense?
'Cept I have nothing to write about. Hell, I'll think of something. Hmm. It be so much easier to think if I had a brain.
::Disclaimer::
I dont own anything. Damnit I dont even own my clothes. Leave me alone, I'm depressed.
Chapter One: Bludgers
James Potter was rather bored. Rather horriblybored. Laying lazily on the Quidditch Field of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he played with a stray snitch while his friend Peter Pettigrew watched enviosly, watery lightblue eyes shining withsome emotion unknown to James.James'dark hair stood proudly uncontrollable, and his brown eyes showed obvioustedium.
"Remus why aren't we doing something productive?"James asked, hisvoice dull. The pale boy brushed stray hair out of hisface as he lifted his head from the large volume he previously was buried in. "Like what?" "Likelearn" James said sarcastically, but the flow of the sacasm was interupted by a small grin. "Yes, let us learn. We shall learn till our eyes fall out." Sirius Black said, jumping up with pretend excitement. Sirius' black hairfell back into perfect placement after each jump, and his dark blue eyes gleamed with constant mischief.Remus shook his head andlooked down at his book, stray hair gently falling back into his face."Come on, there's got to be something to do" James said witha hint desperatism.
Remus looked upwarily.He wished they had something to do, Siriustended to be dangerous when he was bored. True to his reputation, Sirius got up and looked around, the mischief in his eyes searching for something, anything. Then he stared blandly at the sky. "What are you doing?" James asked, interested at Sirius . . . interest. "Nothing" Sirius answered, as though in thought. "Just wondering . . . what do bludgers think?"
James, Remus and Peter stared at him. "Where the hell did that come from?" Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. "I dont know. I was just wondering"
"Well" James said with a flourish, standingpompously."There's only one way to find out, isnt there? We are just going to have to becomebludgers ourselves"
This was gonna be a one shot but I havta go to school soon. Buh bye, and tell me what I can do better. How, you ask? By . . . REVIEWING! YAY!