BAD TIMING

PART 1

Sirius threw his legs on the breakfast table, breaking lots of china, spilling lots of jars.

"Wow!" said James.

Peter hiccuped. Yes, he was also present. He could talk, but he seldom had anything worth hearing to say. He existed, 'though, and was very much present, even when it seemed like he wasn't.

But he wasn't interesting. Sirius's shoes were interesting! Because they were so insane.

Platform boots, blue snake-skin, the see-through heels about the height of a kappa and containing fish and all their nutritional needs (as well as a small, spinning mirror ball for their party needs.)

"That's just... wrong..," said Remus, in regards to keeping fish in shoes like this, but he was only human (currently.) He couldn't help but be dazzled by these outageous shoes. Nobody could.

His words said: That's just wrong. But his eyes said: Droooooool.

"Found them yesterday," said Sirius. "Are you crazy jealous?"

"It's just too much," said James. "So too much it's just right except it's not right at all it's TOO MUCH!"

"No such thing."

Then McGonagall came around and demanded Sirius put on proper shoes immediately, for apparently great shoes were against the dress code.

"I'm thinking of putting wheels on them, would that ruin them do you think?" said Sirius.

"You can't walk in those no way!" said Remus.

"I walked here, didn't I?"

Since they both had quick pre-class dorm errands this morning, they left to attend them together.

Sirius could walk in the outrageous shoes, but not with any grace. He walked like a returned astronaut in need of urgent physiotherapy.

"See it's a doddle," he said when he had almost made it to the top of the first flight on stairs in their way.

"They're party boots but you can barely stand in those, forget partying!" said Remus.

"I'll show you, sometime, how about this weekend? Always a party somewhere."

Then, just as Sirius was about to reach the top of the stairs, he stepped on a banana peel and tumbled all the way down the stairs again, crying 'waaah' and landed with his arms and legs all wonky and askew, and himself completely knocked from consciousness.