broken only by laughter
It was the silence afterwards that always bothered James.
McGonagall would come in, glaring and lecturing about how immature they were acting, how they should be setting examples for the younger students (Sirius always smirked here and whispered to him - "But we are setting an example, I mean, who's going to play pranks and start food fights when we're gone?") and otherwise repeating a speech that they had heard (but obviously never listened to) about a hundred times before.
When she left them to stare at the mess they'd made, wondering how they'd clean it up without magic, James would always think about the silent Hall and how noisy it had been with laughter and shouting mere minutes ago. Throwing food had always been his specialty – a Reducto always ensured that the food would hit more people.
As he prepared himself for hours of monotonous cleaning, a grin would always find its way onto his face – though the silence always bothered him, it never did last long.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to Ryoko Yuki who provided the inspiration for this little drabble with stories about food fights from her old school. Happy Day of Goodness, Mickey!
I actually posted this fic a while back on UR, but I get lazy...
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