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"Padfoot & Prongs"
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"Good morning, my lovelies," Sirius greeted the Gryffindor table, receiving a combination of glares and reciprocal greetings from the students that had managed to drag themselves out of bed and into the brisk Saturday morning air of the castle. He made his way over to James Potter, his best mate, and squeezed in beside him on the bench, opening his mouth to ask whether they were meeting for Quidditch practice that afternoon.
James handed him a piece of toast with butter and an excessive dollop of honey and answered pre-emptively: "Two o'clock, Quidditch pitch."
"Good, good," Sirius said, passing the small plate of friands to James as he leaned over to choose an apple from the fruit bowl.
"We need to buy some more supplies next time we visit Zonko's," the bespectacled boy commented idly, scooping a spoonful of scrambled eggs onto Sirius' plate, lifting his arm on cue to accommodate the reach of Sirius' own limb to pinch the remaining slices of tomato sitting on James' plate.
"I've made a list," Sirius declared, taking a bite of the hash brown James had deposited before him. "I figured the dungbombs are most important, but I think we should try and expand – Remus agreed to help out with that wee problem we were having-"
"You mean you bullied him into helping," James corrected with a raised brow as he looked about the table for the HP sauce the house elves provided on his request (they really were eager to please!). Sirius found it behind a jug of pumpkin juice and passed it to his friend mid-chew.
"Semantics," he replied, waving it off. "Anyway, as I was saying, Remus is going to fix that little issue and then we're all set for our prankster's paradise surprise."
"Brilliant," said James.
Sirius wolfed down the last of his meal and James dropped a chocolate chip muffin into his hand as the two prepared to leave.
"Oh," Sirius exclaimed, "I almost forgot! Have you seen my lucky socks? I can't find them anywhere."
"I put them back in your trunk because Caer wants to eat them every time she visits."
"Your owl is rather unusual," Sirius noted sagely as they marched along the aisle to the Entrance Hall. "She bit me the other day, and she doesn't take her eyes off me when we're in the same room. I think her head actually rotates three hundred and sixty degrees."
The rest of the conversation was caught up in the chatter of the other students, and the little Gryffindor third year who had been staring at them throughout the interaction grinned; she wondered whether the legendary pranksters were aware of their actions. She'd never seen a duo act more like an old married couple.
They were two peas in a pod – pranksters extraordinaire – with a bond closer than brothers, a relationship more intimate than lovers.
James Potter and Sirius Black.
Sirius Black and James Potter.
JamesandSirius.
They were Padfoot & Prongs: ring leaders of the Marauders.
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I like the idea of James and Sirius being oblivious to their action, and everyone else is like, WOAH DOODS. I hope you enjoy, despite its wee length.