And I'm back with more James and Sirius :") It's sort of inappropriate, the amount of love I have for these two, but oh well.
This is just going to be a series of one shots/drabbles about our favorite dark haired boys, mostly unrelated, definitely slice of life. This is just a way for me to release all the feels that build up in me after binging on Marauder fanart and fics.
Hope you like it :") You can tell me what you guys want to see, what you liked, didn't like in a review, it takes barely a minute hehe
"James, shhh you're being too loud!"
"Me? I'M being too loud when you're the one with the humongous feet?"
"Yes, you. Stop shuffling your feet, for Merlin's sake!"
"And you can keep your voice down as well if you don't want Filch to catch us here."
"I know very well how to whisper James, though I really can't say the same for you. Now, will you move over a bit because half my leg is outside the cloak because your fat ass needs so much space."
"So first it was my voice and now I'm a fat ass? Is there any problem in the world that I'm NOT the cause of?"
"Well, I would have to get back to you on that," Muted snickers could be heard in the deserted corridor, and then a loud smack sound followed by an 'Oof, JAMES!'
Currently, the two First Years were sneaking down a hallway, trying to find the kitchens, They were, after all, growing almost-teens in a castle and would need their nutrition. Never mind the fact that said castle provides them with three meals in a day where you can eat all you want. These two wanted exclusive 24 hour access to food and would leave no stone unturned to get it.
James had needled and begged and pleaded his dad for the location, as he was one of the few to discover it but he had remained steadfast in eating his breakfast, not looking at his son once other than to say 'Hogwarts has excellent pears, son, you must get your fingers on them as soon as you can!' He had given him a weird look and went back to his own breakfast with a pout on his face.
Sirius, on the other hand, had resolved to find the kitchens on his own merit. He had heard his cousins, mainly Bella, complaining at various family meeting about how she's never found the kitchens. This meant that they were nowhere near the Slytherin dorms, which were underground and could have been a possible location for the kitchens. They couldn't be in the towers for obvious reasons so those were ruled out. They were going down to the Hufflepuff common rooms to scope out the vicinity.
"Hey, Sirius?" James suddenly spoke up. Sirius hummed in reply. "If the kitchens are anything like the Common Rooms, don't you think they'd have a password too?"
Sirius cocked his head to the side, thinking, before replying slowly, "I think we should think about that if we ever manage to find the kitchens. No use worrying about a password if we can't even find the general location of it, eh?"
James nodded his acceptance before jumping carefully off the last step, recognizing it as a trick stair that would suck your leg in until a professor rescued you from it. He shuddered, that was the last thing they wanted; a teacher catching them after hours in places they shouldn't even be thinking about creeping about.
They reached the corridor leading to the Hufflepuff Common Room but instead turned to go the other side, wanting to finish that area first. They crept along in an eerily silent corridor, not even seeing any annoying paintings or creaking armors. Suddenly, as they were about to turn back, deciding that it was futile to waste their time here, Sirius jerked his shoulder and pointed at a lone painting on the wall to their right. He turned slightly to see an almost comical painting of a basket of fruit. The various fruits almost seemed like they were staring down at them, as if they were judging the boys' illicit nighttime activities.
His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the apples, the grapes, the bananas and the lone pear. His eyes roved over them again as something ticked at his memory. Something about pears and fingers? Curiously, he took a step forward, lifting the Cloak over his head, ignoring Sirius's confused whisper, and stood just before the portrait, his fingers hesitantly going over to the yellow-green pear in the middle. As his outstretched fingers touched the fruit, James feeling incredibly stupid as he did so, in front of his amazed eyes the pear suddenly giggled and twisted, soundlessly, and turned into a shiny brown doorknob. James' eyes opened wide at this and he looked back at Sirius, who had stepped out of the safety of the Cloak as well and looked just as dumbfounded as him.
"Ho-How di-? I-I me-wha?" Sirius couldn't seem to comprehend what just happened. Had it really been that easy, and that silly, to enter the kitchen? James merely shrugged and his fingers firmly grasped the doorknob, opening it and stepping inside. The kitchens were bustling with life, even at the late hour. Tiny little elves were running around carrying high towers of pots and pans in their hands, somehow managing to not drop a single one. More elves, older looking ones, were standing in a straight line near a sink, magically cleaning all the dishes, their hands waving gracefully about.
Sirius came up beside him and his gasp of wonder when he saw the scene before him was something James could relate to. Somehow, the hustle and bustle of the busy kitchen was strangely comforting to the two dark haired boys and as they silently closed the door, and leaned against the wall, they learnt quite a lot about the elves and the kitchens.
In the following years, the kitchens became one of the most frequented places by the Marauders, James and Sirius struck up friendships with most of the elves, and after the initial hesitation, they warmed up quite a bit to the Marauders. Especially James, who was doubly adored by the elves for some strange reason. Sirius always reckoned it was because they could sense the total softy he was under his tough boy exterior, something James vehemently denied but secretly liked.
