There was a commotion in the Great Hall that morning as Sirius darted
from table to table stealing oranges from innocent first years. Finally,
his shirt bulging, he settled by the entrance and waited.
"What is he doing?" Remus asked James, who shook his head sadly.
"You really don't want to know..."
After a few moments, a large group of Slytherins entered and, with a gleeful shout, Sirius unleashed the oranges right in front of a walking Snape. The Slytherins halted their passage, allowing the oranges to roll away before they continued on the way to their table. Snape, however, remained behind with Sirius, a bemused and sardonic expression on his face.
"And what, precisely, was that supposed to accomplish?" he asked, with a sneer.
Sirius looked crestfallen for a moment before mentally regrouping and shoving Snape to the ground. "That!" he snarled, looking suspiciously doglike.
"Well, it was a good plan, Padfoot," James offered when Sirius sat down again at the table, "just a little...erm..."
"Dumb?" Remus asked helpfully.
"I thought it was brilliant!" Peter chimed in.
"So, anyway," Remus said, "What are you lot doing the first few weeks of summer vacation?"
"Not much, probably pestering Mum and playing Quidditch." James replied, leaning back to throw a grape at Lily Evans, who glared at him and whispered something to a large boy at her side.
"Oh, I think I might take up woodworking," Peter said, "My Dad has passion for these things, and I think we might bond over it, you know?"
The others were silent for a moment before Sirius broke the awkward silence with "I think my Mum is planning on teaching me Icelandic over break."
"Well," Remus began, "My Mum and Dad are taking me to Canada for two weeks, and they said I could bring you along, if you want to come."
"You want us to go where?" Sirius asked, shaking his head in apparent confusion.
"Canada," Remus said simply, sipping his tea.
"And where, precisely, is that?" Sirius asked, looking perplexed.
James sighed in exasperation and threw his napkin at Sirius. "Padfoot!" he said, "don't be a moron! It's in America, above the United States, and below...um...Mexico?"
"I think Mexico is in South America," Peter volunteered.
"Under the United States," Remus mumbled, though no one paid any attention, as usual.
"No, idiot, you're thinking of Africa, and I'm pretty sure Mexico is not in Africa...unless it is..." Sirius trailed off thoughtfully.
"Anyway!" Remus shouted, "Can you come or not?"
"Yeah, sure," James said, "No need to get mad, Moony."
"Yeah, geeze, lighten up, Remus. I think Mum will let me go, if I promise to study." Sirius said.
"I really wanted to start on woodworking early, but I guess I can go. I'll have to ask Dad, though," Peter concluded.
"O...k then," Remus said, standing up, "Well, I'm going to run to the library before Herbology, but I'll see you in a few minutes, ok?" He hurried away wondering why in God's name he invited these idiots all the way to Canada, when they came close to killing themselves at Hogwarts on a daily basis.
They're turning me loony, he thought darkly as he entered the library.
A/N: This is a humorous story, a bit of a parody, and there will be some things in the story like Disney movies, 80s songs, and other things that don't fit the timeline AT ALL. We are aware of the conflict in time, and it is meant to be funny, so it you flame, don't do it for that. Thanks bunches honey!
Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter or Canada, but if we did, that would be awesome. Both authors of this story own oranges, though. What now, biotches?
From Belle and Katherine
"What is he doing?" Remus asked James, who shook his head sadly.
"You really don't want to know..."
After a few moments, a large group of Slytherins entered and, with a gleeful shout, Sirius unleashed the oranges right in front of a walking Snape. The Slytherins halted their passage, allowing the oranges to roll away before they continued on the way to their table. Snape, however, remained behind with Sirius, a bemused and sardonic expression on his face.
"And what, precisely, was that supposed to accomplish?" he asked, with a sneer.
Sirius looked crestfallen for a moment before mentally regrouping and shoving Snape to the ground. "That!" he snarled, looking suspiciously doglike.
"Well, it was a good plan, Padfoot," James offered when Sirius sat down again at the table, "just a little...erm..."
"Dumb?" Remus asked helpfully.
"I thought it was brilliant!" Peter chimed in.
"So, anyway," Remus said, "What are you lot doing the first few weeks of summer vacation?"
"Not much, probably pestering Mum and playing Quidditch." James replied, leaning back to throw a grape at Lily Evans, who glared at him and whispered something to a large boy at her side.
"Oh, I think I might take up woodworking," Peter said, "My Dad has passion for these things, and I think we might bond over it, you know?"
The others were silent for a moment before Sirius broke the awkward silence with "I think my Mum is planning on teaching me Icelandic over break."
"Well," Remus began, "My Mum and Dad are taking me to Canada for two weeks, and they said I could bring you along, if you want to come."
"You want us to go where?" Sirius asked, shaking his head in apparent confusion.
"Canada," Remus said simply, sipping his tea.
"And where, precisely, is that?" Sirius asked, looking perplexed.
James sighed in exasperation and threw his napkin at Sirius. "Padfoot!" he said, "don't be a moron! It's in America, above the United States, and below...um...Mexico?"
"I think Mexico is in South America," Peter volunteered.
"Under the United States," Remus mumbled, though no one paid any attention, as usual.
"No, idiot, you're thinking of Africa, and I'm pretty sure Mexico is not in Africa...unless it is..." Sirius trailed off thoughtfully.
"Anyway!" Remus shouted, "Can you come or not?"
"Yeah, sure," James said, "No need to get mad, Moony."
"Yeah, geeze, lighten up, Remus. I think Mum will let me go, if I promise to study." Sirius said.
"I really wanted to start on woodworking early, but I guess I can go. I'll have to ask Dad, though," Peter concluded.
"O...k then," Remus said, standing up, "Well, I'm going to run to the library before Herbology, but I'll see you in a few minutes, ok?" He hurried away wondering why in God's name he invited these idiots all the way to Canada, when they came close to killing themselves at Hogwarts on a daily basis.
They're turning me loony, he thought darkly as he entered the library.
A/N: This is a humorous story, a bit of a parody, and there will be some things in the story like Disney movies, 80s songs, and other things that don't fit the timeline AT ALL. We are aware of the conflict in time, and it is meant to be funny, so it you flame, don't do it for that. Thanks bunches honey!
Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter or Canada, but if we did, that would be awesome. Both authors of this story own oranges, though. What now, biotches?
From Belle and Katherine