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Quaffles
Slap.
Sirius caught the quaffle ball with ease. He looked out on the lake, where he and James were standing. Remus and Peter were under their favorite birch tree.
"Seriously! Moony! Why are you reading?" Sirius called.
Slap.
James caught the quaffle.
"Because," Remus replied "Unlike you, I find that reading is interesting."
"But it's so hard!" whined Sirius.
Slap.
"Again, unlike you, I have a reading level above that of a kindergartener."
Slap.
Sirius shrugged. "Eh, my mother's a horrible teacher."
James looked at Sirius oddly. "Then why didn't she send you to a muggle school? I was sent to a prestigious private muggle middle school."
Slap.
"Hellooo? Muggle hating pureblood parents here!"
"Right…"
Slap.
"Ooh! That was a great catch Prongs!" Peter cried out adoringly.
"Hey!" Sirius said indignantly. "What about me and my fantastic catches?"
Slap.
"Great catch Padfoot!" Peter exclaimed happily.
"Why, thank you."
Splash!
"Bloody brilliant throw there, Sirius!"
James and Remus looked at Peter oddly.
"Are you even being sarcastic, Peter?" James asked worriedly.
Peter looked confused. "No. Why?"
"He threw it into the lake," Remus explained.
"Why did you say it was good?"
"But, but, but, everything Padfoot does is good!"
"Thank you! Finally! Someone understands!"
"Be quiet, Padfoot. You're giving me a migraine."
"Sorry Moony. Now, Prongs GET THE QUAFFLE!"
Remus groaned.
Reluctantly, James fetched the quaffle out of the lake, and dried it with his wand.
Slap.
"So," Sirius started. "What do you think about it?"
"About what?"
Slap.
"Don't you remember Dumbledore's announcement?"
"No."
"Must have been staring at Lily again," muttered Remus.
Slap.
"Yeah. I think he's obsessed."
"Am not!"
Slap.
"Denial," Remus, Sirius, and much to everyone's shock, Peter said together.
"Huh?"
Slap.
"Phase one of love is denial. I thought everyone knew that."
"Apparently not me."
Slap.
"Right, well, do you need us to go over Dumbledore's announcement for you?"
"That would be greatly appreciated."
Slap.
"Well, we were sitting in the great hall, eating."
"What else would we be doing?" James asked.
"Oh, I don't know, staring at a particular someone's' bum?"
James blushed.
Slap.
"And, Dumbledore stood up and asked for everyone's attention."
"And Sirius moaned something along the lines of 'But I don't want to' really loudly."
Slap.
'Thanks for mentioning that, Moony. Really."
"And thanks for being sarcastic."
"As you are being right now."
Slap.
"Guys, just shut up. And get on with the story, Padfoot."
"I'm offended!"
Slap.
"How, exactly?"
"It's not a story! It's a work of art!"
"Right…"
Slap.
"Well, he said that the Head Boy and Girl were going to plan a Yule Ball, as an experiment."
"An experiment?"
Slap.
"Yeah. If this goes well, it might happen again."
"Doubt it'll go well."
"Yeah, cause you're the one planning it!"
"Right."
Slap.
"So, what do you think?"
"I don't really know. I don't particularly want to plan it.
"What, and miss out on quality time with Evans? Prongs! How could you?"
Slap.
"My life doesn't revolve around Lily, you know."
"Psh. I beg to differ."
Slap.
"Padfoot!"
"What, Moony?"
Slap.
"I didn't know you knew a word so large?"
"Oh, yeah. It took me a while, but after ten months of extensive study in third year, I learned the word 'I'. Isn't that great?"
"I was referring to the word 'differ'."
Slap.
"Oh. I heard that phrase once."
"Ah."
Slap.
"I still don't know what it means."
Slap.
"Moony, why are you rolling your eyes and shaking your head at me?"
"Go away, Padfoot."
Slap.
"So, Prongs, you asking Evans?"
"No."
Slap.
"Why not?"
"Then I'd get on her nerves, and I don't want that."
Slap.
"Good for you, Prongs."
"Thanks, Moony."
Slap.
"I still don't understand why you aren't asking her!"
"Stop whining, Padfoot."
"Stop being bossy, Prongs. I am my own boss!"
"Suuuuure. It isn't those oysters who 'talk' to you."
Slap.
"How did you know about those?!"
"You talk in your sleep."
Slap.
"You listen to me sleep? Ewwww! Perverted stalker!"
Slap.
"No, Padfoot. You speak pretty loudly I your sleep. It wakes us all up."
Slap.
"Well, anyways, what are you going to do for a date?"
"Probably going to take the first girl who asks me."
Slap.
Just then, Lily walked out of the front hall towards them. Sirius crouched behind James, ball in hand.
"She's after me lucky oysters!"
"Right…"
Lily walked up to James, and tapped him on the shoulder. Sirius jumped up and screamed, "I SWEAR, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
Lily looked at him oddly. "I just wanted to speak to James."
Sirius casually said, "Oh" and threw the quaffle back to James.
Slap.
"So, James. We have a lot to do. We need to write the skit for Ancient Runes, and plan the ball."
"Oh, yeah. I already wrote the skit. We just need to translate it."
Slap.
"Oh! I'll do the translations."
"Are you sure? I'd feel guilty not doing any of the translations."
Slap.
"That's odd. I feel guilty not doing the story at all. I'm dreadfully uncreative."
"It's alright. It's not that hard."
Slap.
"And the translations aren't that hard for me. So, where's the skit?"
"In my bag."
Slap.
Lily hurried over to his bag, and pulled out the written skit.
"Thanks."
She turned to leave, but remembered something.
Slap.
"James! When should we plan the ball? Sunday sound good?"
"Yeah, that sounds okay."
Sirius aimed the quaffle, with all his might, towards James, in the hopes it knock him down.
"Great-"
Clunk!
Lily fell backwards, a blank expression on her face.
James leapt down, kneeling next to her. He waved his hand frantically over her face, hoping to revive her.
"Padfoot! You knocked her out!"
Remus shook his head. "You have horrible aim, Sirius."
"This is why you didn't get to be a Chaser, but a Beater!" Peter said, attempting to make a joke.
"This isn't time to joke around, Wormy," James said.
"You know, I always have wondered what was up with those nicknames," Lily groaned, sitting up.
James smiled. "You're up! That was quick! Once Sirius hit me… somewhere with the quaffle, and that area ached for weeks. I couldn't sit on a broom properly."
Lily snorted. "Next time, I'm ducking when Sirius aims for the person next to me."
The marauders (not including Sirius) sniggered.
"Oh, and Sirius?"
"Yeah?"
Slap.
Lily stalked off angrily, calling over her shoulder, "Remember James, Sunday!"
Sirius howled in pain.
"Ma nose! Ma bootiful nose! I tink it's boken!"
"Ah… God's gift to women broken, isn't it?" Remus taunted.
Sirius glared at him.
James was roaring with laughter at this point.
Suddenly, something dawned on Sirius.
"Jabs! Jabs!"
"Yes, Sirius?"
"Wiwy cawled you Jabs!"
"And exactly how long did it take you to figure that one out?"
Sirius scowled.
AN: Sorry if I haven't been updating as much. Lately I've been swamped with homework. I just finished Animal Farm, which we were reading for English. Review! Or the oysters will talk to you too!
