Plan B
A/N: Hello! This is just an idea I got for a cute little one-shot. It's just about Remus trying to summon his broom, so there won't be any pairings. I don't own any characters because I am not J.K. Rowling. Here we go!
~Remus' POV~
I watched as James and Sirius lazily called 'up' and had their brooms fly into their hands. I decided to try it.
"Up," I said firmly. The broom just lay there. I shrugged and tried again.
"Up." Nothing.
"Up," I tried a third time, a hint of annoyance creeping into my voice. The blasted thing didn't move an inch.
"Up!" I said a bit louder, annoyance now definitely coloring my voice now. Not even a twig moved. The other Marauders snickered at me, except for Peter, since he wasn't having any better luck.
"UP!" I shouted in frustration. Not even a twitch. I growled. Time for Plan B. There's a reason I'm the smart Marauder, you know.
"Oh my god, Professor, look over there!" I exclaimed, assuming an excited tone and expression, pointing in the opposite direction. The whole class turned to look. I took advantage of their moment of distraction and quickly picked up my broom.
Professor Trinity turned back to me and eyed me warily. "I didn't see anything, Lupin."
"Sorry, Sir, I guess my imagination was playing tricks on me," I said innocently, adding in a sheepish smile. The tall man eyed the broomstick in my hand suspiciously before turning back to the rest of the class.
I smirked. Victory.