Project the British Are Coming
Chapter 8
Mrs Prongs
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"JAMESEY!," Padfoot screamed as James rushed down the corridor to catch up with Lily. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING!? WHAT DID I DOOOOO?!" But it was too late. James had already turned the corner.
Five minutes later, Sirius climbed through the portriat hole. Crossing the room, he plopped sullenly next to Remus.
"What did you do?," Moony asked, not looking up from his book.
"What do you mean I?," Padfoot asked, clearly offended.
"Because you're the root of all evil."
Sirius threw a cushion at Remus and stuck his tongue out. "Well, excuse you, but I didn't do anything. He went after Lily."
"What do you mean, 'went after'?"
"Uh, you know, chased her?," Padfoot said, "I thought you were the smart one Remie."
Remus glared at his fellow Marauder and threw the sofa cushion back. "You have no common sense whatsoever."
Padfoot ignored the comment. "Well, you see, James just kinda gave me a glare, you know, the one where it seems like he is about to kill you," Remus nodded since he knew perfectly well what Sirius was talking about, "then he just took off after Lily."
Peter quietly took out his parchment and quill. "Well," he sighed, "new plan." At that, Remus, Sirius and Peter gathered together in a tight circle in front of the fire.
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Exactly three hours later, James clambered into the Gryffindor common room, clearly tired and pissed. His fellow friends were sitting at the fire as if going over some kind of strategy.
"JAMESEY!," Padfoot screamed across the quiet room and hopped up only to smother James in a 'you've been gone forever' hug.
"Sirius, I'm not in the mood," James replied, pushing Padfoot off of him and trudging up to the dormitories.
Sirius looked as if someone took his lollipop away. Simply crushed.
"Remie! See!," Padfoot said, pointing accusingly towards the stairs. "Jamesey hates me."
Remus looked understanding. You, of course, would be pissed if your best friend ruined your chances with your one true love. "Give him time and stay away from him."
"But, but, the plaaaaaaaaan!"
"Forget about it, Sirius," Remus said, helping Peter collect the balled up pieces of parchment from the floor, then heading towards the dormitories themselves, leaving Padfoot alone in the common room.
Sirius quickly followed them.
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The next morning at breakfast, James was still not talking to Sirius.
"Remus, would you ask Sirius to pass me the butter?," James said, emphasizing the name Sirius with a tone of deep loathing.
"Er, Padfoot?," Remus asked, turning towards a very sad Sirius.
"Sure," Padfoot said and handed Remus the butter dish.
"Thanks." Remus gave James the dish.
"Thank you, Remus," he said, and went to buttering his toast.
"So, what about them Celtics?," Peter asked, trying to start a civilized conversation.
Remus, Padfoot and James all stared at Peter like he was simply insane. "The WHO?"
Peter went back to eating his eggs. "Nevermind," he mumbled.
The others mumbled some inaudable words that sounded along the lines of 'whatever, 'idiot', and 'simply insane'.
"I guess Project the British Are Coming is no more," Padfoot mumbled to Moony.
"I guess so..."
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OR SO THEY THOUGHT.
So there you go, Chapter Uhh...yea=D Sorry so short. But it's been over a month. WHOO!
Chapter 8
Mrs Prongs
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"JAMESEY!," Padfoot screamed as James rushed down the corridor to catch up with Lily. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING!? WHAT DID I DOOOOO?!" But it was too late. James had already turned the corner.
Five minutes later, Sirius climbed through the portriat hole. Crossing the room, he plopped sullenly next to Remus.
"What did you do?," Moony asked, not looking up from his book.
"What do you mean I?," Padfoot asked, clearly offended.
"Because you're the root of all evil."
Sirius threw a cushion at Remus and stuck his tongue out. "Well, excuse you, but I didn't do anything. He went after Lily."
"What do you mean, 'went after'?"
"Uh, you know, chased her?," Padfoot said, "I thought you were the smart one Remie."
Remus glared at his fellow Marauder and threw the sofa cushion back. "You have no common sense whatsoever."
Padfoot ignored the comment. "Well, you see, James just kinda gave me a glare, you know, the one where it seems like he is about to kill you," Remus nodded since he knew perfectly well what Sirius was talking about, "then he just took off after Lily."
Peter quietly took out his parchment and quill. "Well," he sighed, "new plan." At that, Remus, Sirius and Peter gathered together in a tight circle in front of the fire.
-------
Exactly three hours later, James clambered into the Gryffindor common room, clearly tired and pissed. His fellow friends were sitting at the fire as if going over some kind of strategy.
"JAMESEY!," Padfoot screamed across the quiet room and hopped up only to smother James in a 'you've been gone forever' hug.
"Sirius, I'm not in the mood," James replied, pushing Padfoot off of him and trudging up to the dormitories.
Sirius looked as if someone took his lollipop away. Simply crushed.
"Remie! See!," Padfoot said, pointing accusingly towards the stairs. "Jamesey hates me."
Remus looked understanding. You, of course, would be pissed if your best friend ruined your chances with your one true love. "Give him time and stay away from him."
"But, but, the plaaaaaaaaan!"
"Forget about it, Sirius," Remus said, helping Peter collect the balled up pieces of parchment from the floor, then heading towards the dormitories themselves, leaving Padfoot alone in the common room.
Sirius quickly followed them.
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The next morning at breakfast, James was still not talking to Sirius.
"Remus, would you ask Sirius to pass me the butter?," James said, emphasizing the name Sirius with a tone of deep loathing.
"Er, Padfoot?," Remus asked, turning towards a very sad Sirius.
"Sure," Padfoot said and handed Remus the butter dish.
"Thanks." Remus gave James the dish.
"Thank you, Remus," he said, and went to buttering his toast.
"So, what about them Celtics?," Peter asked, trying to start a civilized conversation.
Remus, Padfoot and James all stared at Peter like he was simply insane. "The WHO?"
Peter went back to eating his eggs. "Nevermind," he mumbled.
The others mumbled some inaudable words that sounded along the lines of 'whatever, 'idiot', and 'simply insane'.
"I guess Project the British Are Coming is no more," Padfoot mumbled to Moony.
"I guess so..."
-------
OR SO THEY THOUGHT.
So there you go, Chapter Uhh...yea=D Sorry so short. But it's been over a month. WHOO!