When Things Go Slightly Wrong…
It is International Dog Day today (as well as Women's Equality Day), so this is in tribute.
Chapter 10: Equal Treatment
"OOF!"
Sirius got up from the floor, rubbing the back of his head. He untangled himself from the sheets, which he threw back onto the camp bed where he slept at Prongs' house.
Speaking of whom…
Sirius leapt onto James' bed, squashing its occupant in the process. "PRONGS PRONGS PRONGS PRONGS PRONGS PRONGS PRONGS PRO-"
"SHUT UP ALREADY!" James screamed from the spot that was now his on the floor. "What the hell was that for?"
"GIVE ME CAKE!" Sirius hollered in return.
"What? Why?" asked Remus, who had obviously been woken up on the other side of the house, as he walked in the door.
Peter walked in behind him. "Hey, Padfoot, were those your dulcet tones we heard from the opposite side of the house? You really shouldn't bottle up all your excitement like that, let it all out so the people in Algeria can hear you."
"Today is International Dog Day, mates!" Sirius yelled again, running around the room in a fit of extreme hyperactivity.
James looked at him strangely. "And you know this how?"
"Oh, believe me, I have my ways," Sirius whispered, putting on an actually serious look.
"Boys? Is that you?" Mrs. Potter's voice came wafting up the stairs. "Is everything alright? Breakfast is ready!"
"BREAKFAST!" Sirius yelled loudly again, pulling James to his feet, who yelled back, "Hey, Pad! Could you speak up a bit? I didn't quite catch that!" Sirius rushed downstairs like his tail was on fire, dragging an unwilling James behind him.
When all the Marauders were downstairs, Sirius repeated, "GIVE ME CAKE!"
"And why should I do that?" Mrs. Potter inquired, putting her hands on her hips.
Sirius put on a smile that a five-year-old might have. "Because it's-" He stopped suddenly at the looks his fellow Marauders were giving him. "Because… because, uh… because… I want some?" he finished sheepishly.
Mrs. Potter looked unconvinced. "Well, if you get cake, so do I. It's Women's Equality Day today, you know." She turned around to wash the dishes.
The Marauders all turned to Sirius, and replied, "NO, SIRIUS." Sirius pouted. The other three rolled their eyes. "Listen, Pad," Remus said, "if you get special treatment, we'll have to treat Prongs' mom the same way. Now, do you really want that from us?"
"Mrs. Potter!" Sirius called. "I've made my decision."
James' mother turned back around, her hands soapy. "So? Are you going to have cake, or not?"
Ten minutes later, Sirius and Mrs. Potter sat in chaises in the living room eating slices of chocolate cake while James, Remus, and Peter fanned them with palm branches, giving their friend looks that quite clearly said, "We're going to kill you for this later."