Ooc:
What do you know? I'm back. This isn't a very good chapter, but hey, there's better to come. It's just a bit slow, and I need to write another 6 chapters including this one. Maybe I will skip a few chapters and finish it with the next. This story isn't really working for me.
Advertisement: Expect a Sirius/Lily oneshot from me in the coming days!
Prologue:
"If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend."
-Stone Temple Pilots
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Christmas, like all festive occasion with parties and gift giving, had its downfalls. Remus woke, bright and early, to find absolute havoc reeked through the Common Room and worse, the boys' dormitory. "Lazy fucking first years," he muttered, magicking away countless amounts of Christmas wrapping and sweet boxes. Some things, like cleaning habits, could not be changed or turned by the Marauders. Remus leant down and picked up what looked like an upturned piece of burnt toast, but threw it over his shoulder with a high-pitched squeal after seeing two blinking, blood-red eyes looking up at him. The toast-like creature let a an angry noise and Remus turned to look at it; Sirius was holding it in one hand, bent over in laughter. Remus crossed his hands across his chest.
"If this place wasn't such a pigsty, I could maybe get some breakfast." He looked at his watch which read 10 o'clock, and then at Sirius, who was still clothed in his pyjamas. "Why aren't you dressed yet? It's 10 o'clock in the morning!"
"Not all of us are early risers," Sirius said, raising a hand to tousle his messy hair. Remus shook his head, turning his back on Sirius. "And anyway, it's the holidays. There's nowhere to go." Sirius flopped down on the couch behind him, ignorantly pushing other's presents to the floor.
"You know, you definitely have a Black streak in you," Remus said disapprovingly, pointing at the present rubble on the floor. Sirius looked down and laughed, picking up a chocolate frog and unwrapping it. "You gotta live a little," he said through a mouthful of chocolate, offering Remus some.
"If that is what you call living, you obviously haven't seen much of the world. And that isn't a proper breakfast. I'm going downstairs to get a good feed." Remus turned and left the Common Room, much to Sirius's anger. "And I'm not waiting for you!"
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But Remus did wait, and Sirius and he made their way down to the Great Hall, stopping ever so often to admire the decorations of the castle. Great, crystallized mountains of ice decorated the staircase rails, much to the delight of Sirius's who found great happiness in running his hand along them roughly. The windows were magicked to look stain glassed in colours of red, green and gold, and the walls of the castle resembled ginger bread. Remus and Sirius soon found that, after attempting to bite off a hunk, that it wasn't authentic ginger bread.
The food today was just as impressive as the Christmas Day feast was. The mood and spirits of both the students and teachers wasn't dampened with Christmas Day being been and gone; they celebrated Boxing Day spiritedly and went all out with many different dishes of food.
"I can't wait until this party," Sirius mentioned through a mouthful of treacle tart. "James thinks that it's going to make this year what it was."
Remus raised his eyebrows. "Oh really now? And what does James have planned?"
"I don't know, really. All I'm concerned about is how much Firewhisky he'll have, and whether or not I am going to have bust in any. The punce had better be getting some, or I don't think I'll turn up. Can you pass me that cake?"
Remus passed him the cake. "But you surely know something, right? Does he have anything up his sleeve? Strippers? Love potions?"
"I don't know. Like I said, it will be what made this year. I think he will go out in fashion. His parents have money to splurge. Hell, so do mine, but I can't access any of it. If I did, I would definitely get some of those strippers. That doll, Rosmerta, from the Three Broomsticks, perhaps. No, I think he will have something up his sleeve. Just gotta wait until he come back to be in on the plans." He paused as he took a bite of the cake. "That cake's good. Anyway, why do you need to know so much? Are your Prefect duties starting to turn you against your best mates?"
"No!" Remus frowned. "I guess I will have to patrol the party, or I could lose my badge. The professors already know that I overlook everything you boys do. Maybe I could get out of the trouble and patrol the corridors instead. At least then I won't get in trouble for letting you do a pass on school rules."
"You wouldn't dob your own friends in, would you, Remus?"
"Sirius, honestly. When have I ever done anything of the sort? You've been like a lifeline to me. I wouldn't pass off our friendship like that. You can have your party, but don't get me involved."
"Like you'd ever," Sirius scoffed, smirking at Remus. "You wouldn't ever want to disobey school rules, anyway. You're Perfect Remus with his perfect grades and his perfect attitude and outlook on life. I guess not everyone knows your secret, hey? Don't know about the skeletons in your closet?" He winked at Remus.
"Ha, ha, very funny," Remus said, rolling his eyes. He felt a little uncomfortable, talking in this notion. "Be quiet Sirius, or I might just have to hex you."
"I suppose he thinks Evans will want to kiss him at twelve," Sirius said casually, picking up his spoon and pushing his spoon around his plate. "I guess he thinks that if he can get Evans drunk enough, she'll float into his arms and they can kiss. And fuck, in rhythm and motion." He looked up at Remus from underneath his brow, smiling slightly as he knew how much Remus detested James's stalkerish ways.
Remus expressed his distaste. "If James thinks that Lily is going to kiss him, then I'm sure that he believes that pigs will fly too. She won't come within a foot of him. He should just move on now and so he doesn't suffer heartbreak later on in life. He'll be single forever at this rate."
"Shut the hell up, Remus."
"What? It's the truth. I'm merely stating the facts, Paddy. James keeps bugging Lils like a fly, and she doesn't like it."
"You shouldn't stick your nose in other people's business if you don't agree with the circumstances." Sirius looked up, angrily.
"And what are circumstances, Sirius?" Remus looked affronted at the look on Sirius's face. He would never have dubbed him as caring much for anyone's relationships but his own.
"That Evans has a pole up her arse."
"Don't talk about her like that Sirius. We don't know her well enough to make judgements like that."
"Well, we don't talk about other friends like that. You were slagging him off, and I will tell him so when he comes back if you don't watch your step."
"I'm scared!"
"James is a far sight better wizard than you'll ever be, Remus. Fuck off." Sirius got up from his seat and turned, heading out of the Great Hall at a fast pace.
"Sirius," Remus called, hurt but wanting to apologise.
