A/N: Wow, two fics in a day! LOL! I think this idea is hilarious. It tells of the last great stunt of James and Sirius! :)
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James Potter and Sirius Black met on a toilet. No, not like that! Dirty minds...
It was a couple weeks after the two had arrived at Hogwarts for their first year of instruction. Unbeknownst to each other, both had been sorted in the same house, Gryffindor, and both had made the fatal mistake of drinking excessive quantities of orange juice at breakfast.
Which brings me to the restroom, which, as I said, is where these two legendary tricksters first met. After both had, ahem, done their "business" (in separate stalls, I'll have you know!) they backed out and went to wash their hands as all good little English boys are taught, when...
"Ow! Watch it!" James's brown eyes flashed with indignancy at his trip to the sink being so rudely interrupted.
"Oh, sorry. Hmm...wonder if Professor Sprude would notice if I planted a dungbomb in his robes?" Sirius muttered softly.
"A dungbomb! Genius! I've got boxes of them! Oh, hi, I'm James."
"I'm Sirius, but what makes you think YOU'RE coming?" At James hurt look, Sirius broke into a toothy grin. "I'm only kidding! You look like an African Tree Frog with your mouth like that," he snickered.
James promptly shut his gaping food depository, and a great friendship was formed.
Now it was nearly graduation, and the two wanted to go out with a bang. Literally. The only question was WHAT unfortunate thing to blow up. The two were horribly torn between two objects.
"Oh, come ON! I reckon Snape's knickers would make a bigger splash than your little 'Project Dungdrop,' or whatever you call it. Can't you just IMAGINE his face?" Sirius grinned quite evilly.
"It's Project Dungbomb, I'll have you know!" James shouted, "and we have to destroy school property...it's tradition! And I think I found just the spell to time release the dungbombs to just as we are walking off campus."
"Wonder what the headmaster'd say? Probably say it wasn't him..." The two cascaded into a fit of raucous laughter as they continued to stroll down the halls. As they rounded the next corner, Sirius caught sight of the restroom.
"I've got it."
"Have you? What's it?"
In a mock serious tone, Sirius began. "As such a young ragamuffin as yourself might not know, Hogwarts has many old traditions. One, as you mentioned, is destroying school property -- well done, young laddie! Of course, you wouldn't be familiar with the addendum added to that tradition, would you?"
James slowly shook his head, his mouth hanging open in a half smile, waiting.
"Well, it clearly states that it is custom to blow up the toilets two "chums" met on. Quite an old one, that."
The two exploded in laughter, it echoing down the hall.
"Swell idea, old bean!" James choked out in a posh accent.
And that, my friends, is how Hogwarts, acclaimed school of witchcraft and wizardry, lost the use of two second floor toilets.
THE END!
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A/N: Heh. Heh. I'm so funny. J/K! Please review! (And viva la METMA!)
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James Potter and Sirius Black met on a toilet. No, not like that! Dirty minds...
It was a couple weeks after the two had arrived at Hogwarts for their first year of instruction. Unbeknownst to each other, both had been sorted in the same house, Gryffindor, and both had made the fatal mistake of drinking excessive quantities of orange juice at breakfast.
Which brings me to the restroom, which, as I said, is where these two legendary tricksters first met. After both had, ahem, done their "business" (in separate stalls, I'll have you know!) they backed out and went to wash their hands as all good little English boys are taught, when...
"Ow! Watch it!" James's brown eyes flashed with indignancy at his trip to the sink being so rudely interrupted.
"Oh, sorry. Hmm...wonder if Professor Sprude would notice if I planted a dungbomb in his robes?" Sirius muttered softly.
"A dungbomb! Genius! I've got boxes of them! Oh, hi, I'm James."
"I'm Sirius, but what makes you think YOU'RE coming?" At James hurt look, Sirius broke into a toothy grin. "I'm only kidding! You look like an African Tree Frog with your mouth like that," he snickered.
James promptly shut his gaping food depository, and a great friendship was formed.
Now it was nearly graduation, and the two wanted to go out with a bang. Literally. The only question was WHAT unfortunate thing to blow up. The two were horribly torn between two objects.
"Oh, come ON! I reckon Snape's knickers would make a bigger splash than your little 'Project Dungdrop,' or whatever you call it. Can't you just IMAGINE his face?" Sirius grinned quite evilly.
"It's Project Dungbomb, I'll have you know!" James shouted, "and we have to destroy school property...it's tradition! And I think I found just the spell to time release the dungbombs to just as we are walking off campus."
"Wonder what the headmaster'd say? Probably say it wasn't him..." The two cascaded into a fit of raucous laughter as they continued to stroll down the halls. As they rounded the next corner, Sirius caught sight of the restroom.
"I've got it."
"Have you? What's it?"
In a mock serious tone, Sirius began. "As such a young ragamuffin as yourself might not know, Hogwarts has many old traditions. One, as you mentioned, is destroying school property -- well done, young laddie! Of course, you wouldn't be familiar with the addendum added to that tradition, would you?"
James slowly shook his head, his mouth hanging open in a half smile, waiting.
"Well, it clearly states that it is custom to blow up the toilets two "chums" met on. Quite an old one, that."
The two exploded in laughter, it echoing down the hall.
"Swell idea, old bean!" James choked out in a posh accent.
And that, my friends, is how Hogwarts, acclaimed school of witchcraft and wizardry, lost the use of two second floor toilets.
THE END!
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A/N: Heh. Heh. I'm so funny. J/K! Please review! (And viva la METMA!)