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Chapter 2.
James Potter.
6th year is a breeze. Minnie is too busy lecturing the classes, to actually lecture us specifically, except when we shrunk Dungbombs and put them in the trifle. She wasn't too happy with that, turns out trifle's her favourite. Ah well, at least we got good bribing information out of it... doubt Minnie is one to be bribed though, damn.
I do know how important my N.E.W.T's genuinely are, and despite all the rumours, I truly do care. But I do disagree with all the pressure they're putting on us. Don't we have enough problems burdening our shoulders on a time of war like this? You'd at least think they'd stop all homework. Inconsiderate, I tell you.
I turned and voiced my thoughts to Padfoot. He let out, his trademark, bark-like laugh.
"Excuse me boys, have you been listening?" inquires Professor Slughorn, raising his eyebrow.
"Of course we are, sir!" I begin.
"It hurts that you would begin to doubt us, Professor!" continued Sirius, dramatically
He let out a small chuckle, wagging his sausage-like finger at us before turning and walking through the potions classroom; probably to praise Evans or Snivellus.
Ugh, slimy little bastard. I can't wait to lay into the twat. We never really did anything major because of Evans (Merlin knows why she ever liked the guy) but now things have changed.
Not only do we want to get him like we originally wanted to, we now want to avenge Evens. Merlin, I'm making it sound like he killed her. What he did was so horrible, he called his supposed best friend a-a, I can't even say it! Well if that's friendship, Peter's skinny (Peter is not skinny, the boy eats more than me and Sirius put together and that's a hell of a lot).
I looked over to my fellow Marauders – Sirius, attempting to flirt with Marlene McKinnon, Remus, genuinely trying to do the work, poor sod, and Peter, who by the looks of it, is trying to eat his Potions ingredients – and I knew just then.
This prank is going to be big; it's going to go down in Marauder history.
~xoxo~
Transfiguration, I already knew all this shit. Not that we don't respect McGonagall, because we do, believe it or not, but we are animagus. We don't need to spend three hours cooped up in a class room learning about it. Yes, three, triple Transfiguration. Yippee.
If I was bored at the start, after 35 minutes, how bored do you think I am? I decided to pass a note to Moony, Wormy and Pads and disrupt their education like a good friend should.
I'm at the point of boredom where I think a zombie would have more brain activity going on. Seriously, this is like a lesson with Binns.
Oh come on, give Minnie some credit, we all know nobody is worse than Binns. That man, I swear, I'd rather listen to Celestina Warbeck's dreadful warbles for the rest of my life.
C'mon Padfoot, not even Warbeck is that bad. Even I can't properly concentrate in lessons.
YOU HEARD IT HEAR FIRST! Mr. Remus John Lupin, not concentrating? IS THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT ENDING? ARE WE DOOMED?
Over-dramatic much Prongs?
We all know he's a drama queen.
Guys, what's happening? I don't get what McGonagall is talking about!
Peter, you twat.
Oh, come on Wormy! We ARE animagus! You've got to know this!
You thoroughly exasperate me Pete. I'll help you later okay, after Prefect duties?
Prefect duties with Evans... she's fit.
Thank you, Remus.
Once again - Peter, you twat.
And Prongsy, you mate, are a completely love struck twat. You realise that?
Shut it! How can you pass up perfection? Gorgeous fiery hair, amazing emerald eyes that sparkle like the night sky. She's beautiful, guys.
Twat.
I'm afraid to admit that on this occasion, I do have to agree with Padfoot here. James mate, you're a love sick twat.
Do you think Minnie likes cheese?
Twat.
And beauty- Wait WHAT Pete?
He likes cheese. Ever wondered why our room stinks of it?
I just thought it was Padfoot's general odour.
HEY! No way! If I stunk of cheese, would the ladies swoon like they do?
Maybe they just faint from the overwhelming stench of cheese.
I like cheese! :3
Only twats draw faces, Pete.
I believe you need to stop saying twat.
I believe Prongs needs to get his head out of Evans' arse.
Yeah, he's like the next Snivellus.
OI! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE, PETTIGREW!
Snivelly Potty. It's got quite a nice ring to it.
I hate you all, you bunch of twats, BUT on the subject of Snivellus, we NEED to prank him. Like the ultimate prank.
Ingenious!
Nice one, mate!
We can cover him in cheese!
I'll talk to you guys later; I can't deal with the cheese.
I crinkled up the used parchment and shoved it in my bag, spending the last 20 minutes of triple Transfiguration admiring all the different shades of oranges and reds Lily Evans' hair really is.
~xoxo~
Sitting at the Gryffindor table at the Great Hall, I realise Peter does eat a lot of cheese. A lot more than one would consider normal.
"Peter, you twat."
100 Galleons Sirius Black made that remark.
"Shut it, Sirius" Peter retorted with a mouth full of macaroni cheese.
Bingo!
"I swear to Merlin, Wormtail, if you're eating in the dorm when I get back from Prefect duties, I'm forcing you to exercise, even if it's the last thing I do. I can't remember the last time you ran."
"...neither can I." Aw, Pete, you fat sod.
~xoxo~
Pete just managed to shove a box of Honeyduke's Finest under his bed as Remus open the door to the 6th year boys' dormitories.
"Hmm..." Remus pondered, narrowing his eyes at Pete, he knows him too well.
Pete just squeaked, poor guy.
"Fine." Moony said, rolling his eyes. "But about this prank now we're all to-"
"I'M BACK!" Sirius sang, bursting through the dorm doors. "Hope you didn't miss me too much."
Remus whole faced dropped, followed by his forehead creasing and then constant spluttering coming out of mouth.
It was really quite a sight, calm composed Remus, losing it.
"What's up Remmy, old pal?" Pads said, strolling past and clapping him on the back.
"I was just on patrol! Y-You were out?"
"'Course he was Moons, this is Pads we're talking about." Seriously, you think they'd learn.
"But that's complete disregard to my duties! He didn't even tell me!"
"You're just mad that you didn't see me." Sirius said with a smirk. He was now lounging back on his bed, hands behind his head. Arrogant twat.
Remus started spluttering, trying to form a sentence again. Poor sod.
"I jus- PETER PUT THE FOOD AWAY!"
We're a right bunch, but we're brothers, and I love it.
~xoxo~
A/N: I KNOW! I KNOW! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to take so long, I don't know what happened! It was almost a month, and I apologize greatly. I'm a twat, I do realise. Sorry guys. AND I do realise this is a really shit chapter, but bare with me, James is so so so hard to right. I just wanted you to have a little insight into the mighty Marauders. Okay, well sorry. Bye:3
