"Dad said no, James."
"Come on, it'll only be for an hour or so. I'll have it back by then!"
"Dad said no…"
"It'll be fun!"
"James!"
"Albus, it's the fastest broom ever! With Mum and Lily at Grandma's house, this is my only chance! You know dad would never let me ride it!"
"There has to be a good reason for it!"
"He only says that because he thinks it's too fast for us! Alex has one and he's only a first year!"
"Mum says that's all talk. No eleven year old would own a broom like that!"
"How would you know? You're only ten! You can't even go to Hogwarts!"
"And you're only twelve! I know Mum said that you were 'mature enough' to watch me, but I'm definitely telling when she gets back!"
"Tattle tale!"
"Idiot!"
"I'm taking it anyway! I can get at least a little while on it now, no thanks to you."
"You're going to regret it!"
"Doubt it."
"….Where'd you learn to pick locks like that?"
"Uncle George taught me. He knows a bunch of cool Muggle tricks!"
"I still don't think you should be doing this!"
"Don't sound so worried! I'll be fiiiIIINNNEEE!"
"That looks really fast…"
"WHHHOOOO!"
"James…"
"AL! THIS IS AMAZING!"
"JAMES…"
"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! GET DOWN FROM THERE THIS INSTANT!"
"Mum, I promise I told him not to!"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY ALBUS?"
"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! LAND NOW!"
"WHAT? I'LL JUST- uh-oh."
" 'UH-OH' IS RIGHT YOUNG MAN!"
He he. :) James is in trouble.
Written for:
The Weasley Wizard Wheezes Competition: Puking Pastilles