"Sir!" Lily Evans strained to be seen, stretching her arm up, almost out of her seat. She bit her lower lip as she tried to get the teacher's attention.
Sirius grinned and stood up, high-fiving Lily and fell back down, laughing his head off. He high-fived James who was in the next aisle.
Lily brought her other hand up and whacked Sirius' head.
He still couldn't stop laughing.
The next week, Sirius was sick. James stood, sighing at his friend as he coughed weakly.
"James," he croaked, catching James' hand with his limp one.
"Tell Lily I'm sorry... High-five her... For... Me..." he coughed again and lay back.
"Ugh, fine. But gimme hand-sanitizer."
Later in class, Lily put her hand up eagerly. James got out of his desk, walked across to Lily, sat down, high-fived her and went back to his seat.
"Carry on, Professor." he said.
There was a loud face palm from a few rows behind him.
It was because of the two disturbances that the Professor changed the seating plan. This ended with Lupin sitting next to Lily.
"This is your one big chance." whispered Sirius eagerly.
"You must not let us down." James said solemnly.
"You are our last resort." added Sirius.
Lupin rolled his eyes and went to class, the rest trailing behind him.
When Lily, predictably, put her hand up, Lupin reached up and gingerly touched her hand with his. He sighed and immediately apologized. Lily looked at him, but seemed to forgive him.
Almost two full years later, none of the Marauders had been expelled. In Potions, Peter had been seated next to Lily. Finally, he had got to do what he had wanted to do for years.
"What do I get if I put humana and culter together?"
Lily, unsurprisingly, put her hand into the air eagerly.
Peter's face lit up, his eyes filling with tears.
This was his moment.
Twisting in his seat, he stretched up to high-five Lily and finally fit into teh gang.
However, he was too enthusiastic and completely missed her hand, ending up slapping her very hard on the hand.
A curse cast by instincts and a trip to the hospital wing later, Peter sat in the bed, with no hair and two-pence-coin sized pustules covering is entire body.
Literally everywhere, even in the place where you really REALLY do not want massive purple swelling blisters.
"I did it," he whispered reverently.
James Potter sighed, slouching on the chair between Lupin and Sirius.
"Yes, you did. However you did slap my girlfriend, but I think having zits on your you-know-what is punishment enough..."
Sirius frowned. "Didn't Madam Iscuire say the itching would start soon?"
"Yes. Yes she did."
I started this last Christmas and I've only just finished it. I got writers block.
Humana and Culter is Latin for Human and a knife. The answer was Death.
And Iscuire is Latin for I know.
I love Google Translate.
(Holy shit, I just tried to copy this and I pressed the wrong button and it all deleted and I got it back thanks to a button I just found (I don't use Word) and I may need one of those electric things that start people's hearts again)
Anyway, there may be a slight spam of stories but hey, hope you enjoy.
Fez.