"So," said Sirius. "Care to vacate our dorm yet?" Remus hit his forehead with his hand. Hard.
"Sirius, I've already explained this to you. They are the new transfer students who will be staying at Hogwarts. In our dorm. Hence the extra beds."
"OK," Sirius began in a patronizing tone only to have Remus cut him off.
"You didn't listen to a word I just said, did you?" Remus asked, looking hard at him as though he could see if he was telling the truth. In all honesty he knew Sirius well enough to tell when he was lying. Unknown to Sirius, whenever he lied he would straighten out whatever he was wearing, especially his tie or the sleeves on his jumper. It is needless to say that he spent a lot of time with a very neat uniform in the company of his adoring fan girls.
"Erm… Well, Remus. I'm sure that whatever you were saying was very interesting, but you see, these two red headed things." Here he gave Fred and George evil looks. "Were just distracting me. I was too busy focusing on when they'd finally leave our dorm, (yes that was a hint, by the way, you two buffoons), to listen to you."
"Oh dear sweet Merlin, Sirius. Pay attention." Sirius slowly turned his head away from Gred and Forge to face Remus though his eyes never left the twins. "SIRIUS! LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING!" Remus shouted, sick of Sirius' unamusing antics. Sirius' eyes quickly darted towards him. "These two people-" Remus was interrupted by Padfoot.
"These look-alikes of Gid and Fabe?"
"Yes. These look-alikes of Gid and Fabe, otherwise known as Fred and George, or Gred and Forge, they're our new roommates. They'll be staying in our dorm." He turned to Fred and George. "I'm sorry about Padfoot-"
"-But they're not allowed to call me Padfoot. They can call me Mr. Black. They don't deserve to call me either Padfoot or Sirius. It's a privilege that needs to be deserved."
"Yes, well, I'm very sorry about Mr. Black. He's just being an annoying prat, as per usual."
"OI!" Padfoot shouted. "I am not a prat."
"Yes, but you're behaving like one," James spoke.
"Prongsie! You're supposed to be on MY side!"
"Well, I'm sor-ry! But you are behaving like a complete and utter prat to these people." Sirius sighed dramatically and crawled off of the bed, going over to sit in a depressed corner of the room. In fact, Remus thought that he must have kept a stash of mushrooms in his pockets or something like that, because he could have sworn he saw mushrooms growing on his back. "So. Is Peter coming?" James asked.
"He should be here soon," Sirius said. The silence that followed his answer was filled with tension that was only broken by Peter walking in and the door slamming behind him. "I guess Peter is here now," Padfoot said dumbly.
Peter was a hunched over being with short dirty, blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was the shortest of the Marauders by far, with Sirius being the tallest of the four boys. And considering that the Weasley twins were approximately the same height as Sirius, if not taller by just over an inch… Peter was approximately five feet and eight inches; in other words, extremely short for a boy of sixteen.
"This is Peter Pettigrew," Moony said, pointing towards the hunched over figure.
"I'm Fred-"
"-And I'm Fred."
"Didn't we have this argument little over ten minutes ago?" one of the twins asked, possibly George- he seemed to be the more logical of the two.
"Yes. But you didn't seem to get the point. I'm Fred and you're George. Got it memorized?"
"No! I'm Fred and you're George!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
This time Sirius couldn't hold it in and Remus couldn't reach him in type to force him to keep his mouth shut.
"SHUT UP, YOU TWO IDIOTS! You're behaving exactly like Gid and Fabe. They pull the same stunt as you do, and I'm bloody sick of it! SHUT UP!" Fred and George quickly shut their mouths and were quiet, looking for once, almost innocent. On second thoughts, that wasn't innocence, that was guilt. For the first time in a while, they had been caught and actually looked guilty.
James turned to Peter. "Did you get him?"
"Why can't you look at the Marauders' Ma-" Sirius grabbed a dirty sock off of the floor in the dormitory and shoved it into Peter's mouth, as though it was a gag. He spluttered into it and attempted to hold in his breath, clearly because it smelt. A lot. It was one of Sirius' old socks, and Merlin knew how many days straight he'd worn it before finally taking it off. From the smell of it, Peter estimated approximately nine days; anything up to eleven. However long he'd worn it for, not that he cared, it certainly smelt and that was all that mattered.
"Yeah, Pete. Do tell us whether you got Snivellus or not," Sirius said gruffly through gritted teeth. Wormtail coughed out an answer. Padfoot, clearly not having heard his answer, removed the sock before having him repeat it.
"Yeah. I got him. I'm guessing that he's got Moaning Myrtle shouting down his eat right now. And wailing too. I almost feel sorry for him."
"WHAT?" two of the Marauders exclaimed. Ten points if you can guess who they were. It isn't very difficult to tell which of the four it was. "Pete! You hate Snivellus! You have to hate Snivellus! Otherwise it's just plain wrong!"
"Yeah! I didn't mean to say that I felt sorry for Sev."
"Sev? Only his friends call him Sev!" Prongs exclaimed, looking both shocked and horrified.
"I said Snivellus-"
"No you didn't," Sirius said quickly and accusingly.
"Drop it guys. Just leave it," Remus began, "Anyway, do you have anything to say to Gred and Forge?" Padfoot nodded sullenly, his lips curling into a pout and his eyes taking on his well practiced puppy-dog look.
"Good evening, Misters Gred and Forge." Having spoken his grudging lines, he crawled back to his depressed corner of the room before thinking better of it and deciding to curl up in his sock drawer.
"Good evening, Mister Black," Fred and George replied with twin smirks on their faces. Taking strides in unison, they approached the drawers. Winking at each other, they slammed the drawer that Sirius was currently occupying shut with a bang. Not wanting it to end there, they decided to continue. With evil grins on their faces they grabbed either side of the cabinet of drawers, lifted it perhaps thirty centimetres off of the ground despite the weight (Gred and Forge were actually quite strong from their positions on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as beaters), before shaking them. They stood there for perhaps one minute shaking the drawers, ignoring Sirius' shouts and complaints from within the drawers. The only reason that Prongs hadn't stopped the twins from doing this, was because he was too busy laughing, as was Remus.
James was lying on his bed, curled up, his arms wrapped around his ribs and waist while he laughed so hard that he couldn't stop for another minute. Remus was doing pretty much the same with more uncontrollable spasms of laughter. However, it was Remus who stopped laughing first and therefore it was to him that the job of stopping the twins fell to. He sighed for perhaps the tenth time that hour and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and index finger once again.
"Fred, George. I really think that you ought to stop doing that. If not because you will have to face Prongs' wrath once he's stopped laughing, but because if you don't let Padfoot out right this second you will die. Even if you let him out now, you're still in deep-"
"Yes, yes, Moony! We get the picture! Now, will you please let me out of this effing sock drawer!" Sirius shouted from within the sock drawer.
"On second thoughts, maybe we should leave him in there," Remus said, purposefully loudly so that Sirius could hear him.
"DON'T YOU DARE, MOONY. ELSE I WILL KILL YOU ALONG WITH THOSE TWO BRATS THAT ARE CALLED THE WILLIAMSONS AND TRUST ME I COULD CALL THEM SOMETHING MUCH, MUCH, WORSE, BUT NO! I RESTRAINED MYSELF SO THAT YOUR FRICKIN' PREFECT SIDE WOULDN'T KICK IN! BUT MAYBE IF YOUR FRICKIN' PREFECT SIDE HAD KICKED IN THEN YOU'D HAVE GOT ME OUT OF THIS BLOODY SOCK DRAWER ALREADY! NOW GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
"Let him out," Remus said, unhappily. Fred and George looked at each other a little upset and annoyed. "Fine," Fred answered sullenly, letting go of his end of the cabinet of drawers sharply.
There was a bang heard from within the sock drawer, and Sirius' exclamation of: "OI! THAT WAS MY HEAD, YOU PRATS!" George dropped his side of the drawers, meaning that Sirius let out another long string of curses in complaint that his head hurt because it had banged against the top (and bottom) of the sock drawer. Fred and George pulled open the drawer with a great amount of sass; throwing Padfoot against the side of it.
He clambered out without finesse, but instead he had a fiery, almost murderous, look in his eyes. "You two. Do you realise who you're going up against? You are going up against the greatest pranksters of all time. You idiots. This is war!"
"Yeah!" Peter shouted. "This is war!"
Sirius twisted his face into an angry scowl. "WORMTAIL! YOU RUINED THE EFFECT! I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE THE LAST LINE, YOU IDIOT!"
"Whatever, Padfoot. Just repeat yourself and say it again," Remus said.
"Fine. This is WAR, Williamsons!"
Author's Note: And that my friends (and readers) is the next chapter. I'm sorry for the lack of content a.k.a. the shortness. That was because I didn't realise that by taking a week out of my writing time and making me go back to school in the other week, I wouldn't have time to write. Idiot me.
Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter.
10 points to anyone who finds the Kingdom Hearts reference (to Axel).
10 points to anyone who finds the A Very Potter Music reference.
And 10 points to anyone who finds the Ouran High School Host Club reference. .
So yeah, that's a lot of points…
And once again thank you to BeccaBaby for her betaing. And also an apology. I don't mean to ignore what you say… On occasions it's just English and American spelling differences… But the rest is just me and my bad editing of my own work… So, I'm sorry… I don't do it on purpose… When I next get the chance I'll change it…
Just got to do my Art Title Page on Natural Form- any ideas people? I have the idea of sky and fire… It sucks so far…
So yeah, I think that about covers it.
Thanks for reading, thanks for all the reviews!
And I hope you enjoyed it!
Evelyn
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