A/N: I'm sorry about the delay. I got writers block and then wrote a very stupid story about a battle of shippers. Speaking of that I would like to thank the people that asked me why I posted it, and the one person who simply wrote in the review, "sucks." Thank you, that was very kind, and even though I know that it was terrible, I do not need you reminding me, thanks. I would also like to explain to the people that asked me why I did not use slash, and D/H. Frankly, I forgot about D/H, and I don't believe in slash. I don't really care what other people write, but I make it a point not to read slash, because I don't believe J.K. would like to see people killing her characters, forcing them to be totally unlike themselves, and then leave them mangled and bleeding on the floor. Which is what slash does. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make this a lecture. And like I said, those are my own preferences, and I won't judge anyone else by them. Anyway, that's about it...
Sirius, James, Peter, Remus, and Lily, were, for the fifth night in a row, sitting in the boy's dorm, trying to figure out what to do. It was a circular argument, Remus or Peter suggesting that they go to Dumbledore, and Lily and Sirius shooting it down. James, who usually took command of such arguments, was unusually quiet.
"I think we should go to Dumbledore," said Peter in a high, frightened voice that he had used for five nights and was grating Lily's nerves to shreds.
"Peter," she said in a low, dangerous voice, "If you say that one more time I will personally curse you to pieces, feed you to Mrs. Norris, and after she regurgitates you unsightly slimy little body, I will put what is left of you into Snape's cauldron, and wait for you to blow up. Is that clear?"
"Yes," said Peter, who's voice cracked yet again.
"Peter, you are sixteen years old. Try and sound like it, please," Lily said primly, trying to control her temper.
"Oh, lay off, Lil," said James finally. "I've been listening to this same debate for five days and I'm sick of it. I say, we won't tell Dumbledore."
"James, you're crazy! Do you know what this means?" Asked Remus, who had bright pink patches on his cheeks from arguing so often.
"Yes, I do, and I think you would be the first one to know how something that looks horrible on the outside won't actually be as bad once you figure them out, Moony." Said James quietly, looking around the now silent (and still filthy) room.
"SCORE! James, I knew you'd come through, buddy!" said Sirius, jumping up and down, and looking like a kid on Christmas.
"I didn't do it just because of your arguments, Sirius, I did it because Dumbledore probably wouldn't believe us, so we're going to have to do extra research, stay up late nights, and figure stuff out. Which means..."
"Putting watches on the astronomy tower to make sure the flag doesn't pass by again," said Remus.
"Practice Hexes!" said Sirius.
"And," said Lily, looking very evil, "research in the library."
Sirius fell of the bed.
~**~
Sirius was yet again in the library attempting to look wan and tired.
"Did I mention what this is going to do to my reputation?" He asked.
"Yes, you just might have," said Lily.
"Oh, ok. I just want to get my point across. I am never going to live this down. I'm going to go to my grave known as 'dork man,' I will die an unhappy death because I spent my unfulfilled life in the library..."
"You will die a very long, drawn out, painful death if you continue," Lily muttered.
"Ok!" exclaimed Sirius brightly. "I'll change the subject then. Ahem. Things I could be doing instead of sitting here. Broadway style."
"No, Sirius, no," moaned Lily, putting her head on the table. Sirius hopped up on to the table, and began to shuffle his feet, singing to "I've got Rhythm."
"I'd be playyyyying, on my brooooomstick, I'd be happy, could I ask for anything more? I'd be flirrrrrrting, I'd be praaaaaaanking, I'd be happy, who could ask for anything more? Old man Filchyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! I don't mind him! You will find him, and Mrs. Norris tied up on the back door! I would not beeeeeeeeee, stuck with Lilyyyyyyyyy, I'd be happy, could I ask for anything more? Could I ask for anything more?" He sang, surprisingly not going off key at all. "TAP SOLO!" He yelled, and began to do a series of shuffle ball-changes, which were not impressive at all. Lily deciding to get into the spirit of things, yelled,
"Go Blackie, go!" And tossed a few loose Knuts that she had in her pocket onto the table. Which, with all the din that Sirius was making, attracted Madam Pince. She got there and watched in shock throughout the second verse, and the tap solo, when she finally came to her senses, and flipped the table over, knocking Sirius to the floor.
"OUT! OUT! OUT!" she screeched, pointing at the door.
"I think she really appreciates your talent, Sirius," said Lily, as they were marched out.
A/N: Another short one, I know, but I really should be doing geometry homework now, and I'm not. Whoops.
Disclaimer: All proceeds go to Madam Pince, who broke her table in attempt to get Sirius off of it.
Sirius, James, Peter, Remus, and Lily, were, for the fifth night in a row, sitting in the boy's dorm, trying to figure out what to do. It was a circular argument, Remus or Peter suggesting that they go to Dumbledore, and Lily and Sirius shooting it down. James, who usually took command of such arguments, was unusually quiet.
"I think we should go to Dumbledore," said Peter in a high, frightened voice that he had used for five nights and was grating Lily's nerves to shreds.
"Peter," she said in a low, dangerous voice, "If you say that one more time I will personally curse you to pieces, feed you to Mrs. Norris, and after she regurgitates you unsightly slimy little body, I will put what is left of you into Snape's cauldron, and wait for you to blow up. Is that clear?"
"Yes," said Peter, who's voice cracked yet again.
"Peter, you are sixteen years old. Try and sound like it, please," Lily said primly, trying to control her temper.
"Oh, lay off, Lil," said James finally. "I've been listening to this same debate for five days and I'm sick of it. I say, we won't tell Dumbledore."
"James, you're crazy! Do you know what this means?" Asked Remus, who had bright pink patches on his cheeks from arguing so often.
"Yes, I do, and I think you would be the first one to know how something that looks horrible on the outside won't actually be as bad once you figure them out, Moony." Said James quietly, looking around the now silent (and still filthy) room.
"SCORE! James, I knew you'd come through, buddy!" said Sirius, jumping up and down, and looking like a kid on Christmas.
"I didn't do it just because of your arguments, Sirius, I did it because Dumbledore probably wouldn't believe us, so we're going to have to do extra research, stay up late nights, and figure stuff out. Which means..."
"Putting watches on the astronomy tower to make sure the flag doesn't pass by again," said Remus.
"Practice Hexes!" said Sirius.
"And," said Lily, looking very evil, "research in the library."
Sirius fell of the bed.
~**~
Sirius was yet again in the library attempting to look wan and tired.
"Did I mention what this is going to do to my reputation?" He asked.
"Yes, you just might have," said Lily.
"Oh, ok. I just want to get my point across. I am never going to live this down. I'm going to go to my grave known as 'dork man,' I will die an unhappy death because I spent my unfulfilled life in the library..."
"You will die a very long, drawn out, painful death if you continue," Lily muttered.
"Ok!" exclaimed Sirius brightly. "I'll change the subject then. Ahem. Things I could be doing instead of sitting here. Broadway style."
"No, Sirius, no," moaned Lily, putting her head on the table. Sirius hopped up on to the table, and began to shuffle his feet, singing to "I've got Rhythm."
"I'd be playyyyying, on my brooooomstick, I'd be happy, could I ask for anything more? I'd be flirrrrrrting, I'd be praaaaaaanking, I'd be happy, who could ask for anything more? Old man Filchyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! I don't mind him! You will find him, and Mrs. Norris tied up on the back door! I would not beeeeeeeeee, stuck with Lilyyyyyyyyy, I'd be happy, could I ask for anything more? Could I ask for anything more?" He sang, surprisingly not going off key at all. "TAP SOLO!" He yelled, and began to do a series of shuffle ball-changes, which were not impressive at all. Lily deciding to get into the spirit of things, yelled,
"Go Blackie, go!" And tossed a few loose Knuts that she had in her pocket onto the table. Which, with all the din that Sirius was making, attracted Madam Pince. She got there and watched in shock throughout the second verse, and the tap solo, when she finally came to her senses, and flipped the table over, knocking Sirius to the floor.
"OUT! OUT! OUT!" she screeched, pointing at the door.
"I think she really appreciates your talent, Sirius," said Lily, as they were marched out.
A/N: Another short one, I know, but I really should be doing geometry homework now, and I'm not. Whoops.
Disclaimer: All proceeds go to Madam Pince, who broke her table in attempt to get Sirius off of it.
