I decided to adjust my angle slightly to get a better shot and was just about to flick my playing card into a beautiful arch when I felt something heavy and soft coming into the side of my head which completely ruined my shot. As soon as my card fell short of the hat in the middle of the room, one of Remus's clubs found it's way in.
"Nooooo!" I cried as I looked over at James, outraged. I threw my remembrall at him, which he unfortunately caught. The other marauders rolled there eyes and Remus stood from the bed as Peter moved passed James's to get to the ensuite.
"Well, it was a good game while it lasted," Peter sighed, giving me a disappointed look as we walked to sit on James's bed.
"What? This isn't my fault, James cheated," I complained.
"Whatever Padfoot, what did you forget James?" Remus asked, changing the subject without shame, as if I hadn't just been betrayed terribly. The smoke in the little glass ball billowed around in varying shades of scarlet.
"I dunno," He threw the snitch like remembrall at Remus deftly, snitch flicking tosser. It remained red when he caught it and a large smile spread across my face.. I returned to their side of the room, wearing the top hat, tapping my finger on my chin and giving them a puzzled look.
"It seems," I said in my detective voice. "That you are both idiots." James scowled at me and I felt the glass thunk against my head and caught it clumsily before it hit the deck.
"Ah." I looked at the other two marauders sleepily before tapping my chin again. The smoke was still red in my hands. Was there a potions essay due? Did we forget to pull Snivel's hair today? How could Remus have forgotten something?
"Oy, Wormy, stop wanking and come hold my mysterious red ball," I yelled in the direction of the ensuite tactfully.
Remus rolled his eyes and crossed the room to search through his satchel. Retrieving his assignments list he frowned thoughtfully. James lied back on the bed and began to perform exaggerated hip swaying thrusty movements.
"So, you and Marlene, eh Lupin?" James continued his comical gyrating. Wormtail emerged from the toilet and I threw the remembrall at him. Remus cheeks pinked a little and he glanced at James before rolling his eyes and rolling his homework lists back up.
"Don't be so obscene Prongs, She isn't a snarfalupugus, there isn't quite that much contorting involved." Remus buckled up his satchel as James stilled and began to make chocking noises.
"Oh God Remus," he cried. "Your humour! It's so dry!" Peter picked the remembrall off the floor as he had failed to catch it earlier, surprise surprise, the smoke turned pack to a vibrant red.
The rivulets of smoke began to recede back into white.
"Did you remember?" I asked excitedly from my place between a slightly relieved MacKinnon smitten Lupin and the still wiggling James.
"Yeah, I left my wand under my bed so I could go and get it as Wormtail. I hadn't thought of that…" He scurried over to his bed.
I began to fiddle with the glass orb after I picked it up from James's lion-print bed spread, the smoke floated around, boasting a fanciful shade of red.
"Shouldn't you lot be getting ready for the ball, anyway?" Peter remarked casually from underneath his bed.
The smoke in the ball flashed white as James looked forlornly at his hands as if there was nothing good in the world. I hated how well I could relate as I suffered a short side along glance at Moony. I really am going to have to kill him, but atleast he made sure Sabione didn't end up with Regulus!
I frowned as I shrugged, climbing off the bed as the other boys began to scramble to pull themselves together.
Looking at myself in the mirror in the bathroom I frowned at my top hat. Sabione, every thought sent both inappropriate and marriage appropriate thrills through me but I was sort of letting them take there toll.
What ever happened to Marlene McKinnons 'maybe this time we will actually shag' buddy. I used to be so much more Sirius when I was less serious about Sabione. I crossed my arms. I am not James Potter, I am Sirius Black, and I do not fall in love or buy girls nice rings that they where on their fingers.
Maybe the occasional tongue ring… Or a ring for the nipple piercing Marlene had before she lost the attachments and let it heal over. I bought her a ring for that but that just made me a champ, engagement rings aren't kinky which means Sabione isn't getting one. I nodded affirmatively feeling more like myself already, detestable and idiotic, reckless and inconsiderate. They love a scoundrel.