"Hey Remus, try some sproingle syrup with your flatcakes; it makes them taste so much bloody better!"
I glance over at Sirius, and a small dart strikes my heart. He's currently going out with Ivy Emerson, who was considered a school hottie at the time. She was currently sitting at the Ravenclaw table, her cool, icy blue eyes never Sirius' face.
"Sirius, I already told you, that stuff makes me sick," I say, noticing that his flatcakes are soaked with the sproingle syrup. Of course I'm lying about the syrup being too sweet for me. I lie about everything. I hear a snapping sound next to me and see Peter nervously chomping on a chocolate snap, his eyes never staying in the same spot for more then a second. James is scooping up some orange gelatin cubes, and I wonder how he can even eat them and actually liking them.
"But it's so bloody good! How can sweet stuff make you sick?" Sirius looks so confused right now, and a stab of guilt strikes me once more. If only he knew. "Sweet things just don't settle well in my stomach, that's all. It really isn't my fault."
"At least try a little bit, then."
"No, Sirius."
"Not even a spoonful?"
"Fine, dammit. I'll have a spoonful of something that makes me feel sick."
As I grab the ladle for the syrup I see him smirk a little, knowing that he's gotten his way once more. A small amount of the sickening syrup splats itself on my nearly-empty plate. I only got a bread bun to take up space on it, to make it look like I was actually eating something. This syrup is really going to make me sick. I take a small sampling of the syrup and find it really isn't that bad.
"Fine. So it isn't that horrible."
Sirius' face brightened up, and my heart beat a little faster then usual.
"Told ya it was sweet."
"Yeah, yeah, fine."
It's night now, and the crescent moon glows in the pitch black sky. James and Sirius have planned something wicked for Severus Snape tonight, and Peter, of course, is trudging along because he completely idolizes James. I go just because I don't like to see my friends get into trouble, and then for me not to get into trouble; it just doesn't work that way for me, so I act as a hall scout in a way.
Severus has always been James and Sirius' main target, probably because Severus is very close with Lily Evans, James' crush. I usually feel bad for him whenever he's hung upside down or joked at or locked in Filch's closet. Sometimes, make that all the time, I really want to help him, but it's better to just stay out of it all then become a part of it.
Whenever James and Sirius pull off thier pranks, I usually just stay outside of the room and look out for any professors looking around for any stray students roaming the halls after hours. I almost always hear them clamber down the halls, but one time we all got caught trying to graffiti the whole Slytherin house. It ended with a conclusion of getting detentions, cleaning the boys bathrooms, and getting one hundred points deducted from Gryffindor house for each of us. We received death looks from the rest of the House for a month.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGG GGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
James and Sirius come bolting out of the Slytherin Common Room, laughing hysterically like hyenas. No doubt the shrill scream belonged to Severus. I don't have a clue on how they even managed to get into the Slytherin Common Room, and I don't want to know either. I see Peter clumsily bumble out, and James nearly rips off Peters arm off as he practically drags him down the hall. I sigh and start to run after them, heading straight for the Gryffindor Common Room.