What The Hell Is That?

"What . . . what the hell is that?"

James stood with his hands on his hips, his head cocked slightly to the side, staring at what Sirius had presented to him. They were at James' house, the summer before seventh year, and James though he could predict his best friend pretty well at this point - until now.

Sirius stood with a bright grin on his face, his arms held out in a show-girl presenting manner. What sat there was a two-wheeled chunk of metal with a huge headlight, two handlebars and a leather seat - it was a motorcycle. The only reason James knew this was because Sirius had pictures of them all over his room and dorm - almost to the point of obssession.

"Drum roll, please!" Sirius exclaimed, "It's a - "

"Motorcycle." James finished, grimacing.

"No, no, not just any motorcycle," Sirius said animatedly, "It flys, James! FLYS!"

"It what?" James repeated, slightly chuckling.

"C'mon, I'll show you. Hop on." Sirius urged, climbing on.

James eyed the thing warily. "Isn't that a Muggle machine? Is it reliable?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Thought you were a Gryffindor, Potter. C'mon." he said, revving the engine.

James laughed, flipping his friend off before climbing on. "Let's go then, git."

"I can't believe you brought me here. Are you mental?"

"A little."

"That is not funny."

"It's a little funny."

"Padfoot."

"Alright, calm down, James. You can do it."

The two Gryffindors stood in the woods a little ways away from none other than Lily Evans house. James stayed by Sirius' 'baby' while Sirius edged toward the street, urging James to follow.

"I don't know why you're giving me that look, I'm not moving."

Sirius sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "Prongs, I dind't want to have to go this far, but - you're acting like a Hufflepuff."

James scowled, but couldn't help but laugh a little. "You bastard!"

"Are you going to man up now?" asked Sirius expectantly.

"And do what?" James chuckled, "Just show up at her house and say 'hi'."

"It's like you're reading my mind!"

"Oh, shut it."

"Fine," Sirius sighed, slowly walking back to the motorcycle. "But we'll have come all this way for nothing."

"Yep." James agreed, watching in amusement as Sirius tried to use reverse-phsycology on him.

"And you won't get to see her beautiful face until next year."

James raised an eyebrow. "So be it."

"And I'll leave you here in the dark, scary forest."

James rolled his eyes. "You will not."

"I will, too!" Sirius countered, hopping onto the motorcycle.

James quickly jumped on behind him. "I don't think so."

Sirius pouted. "You're no fun, Prongs."

"Yeah, well, if I flew you to Dorcas' house in the middle of the night, expecting you to go talk to her, would you?"

Sirius scowled. "That . . . is irrevelant!"

James snorted. "Yeah, thought so."