Ahhhh. Short chapter, but I wanted to add chicken soup somewhere in
here. (Grabs a handful of m&ms and shoves them in mouth.) Have fun
reading and a big THANK YOU to reviewers. Oh yes, I don't own anything.
Random note: If at first you don't succeed, try and try again. Voldemort demonstrates this motivational saying. Chapter 4...
James started back to the hospital wing an hour later, full and content. He opened the door and grinned at the sight of his friends attempting to eat hot steaming chicken soup. Sirius would sip about one tenth of a spoonful every minute. Peter was being force fed by his mother who found her way back in the room. Remus was eyeing his soup in hopes that it would disappear. Peter was almost half way finished with his lunch when his face turned a bright shade of green. He pushed the bowl away and ran to the hospital bathrooms.
"Hi James," Sirius muttered as he looked down at the chunks of chicken and noodle floating on the bottom of the bowl. He swirled its contents around and watched them float in circles thus slowly making himself sick.
"Round and around and around and around and around..." James chanted as Sirius looked at him with the deepest loathing, picked a piece of chicken out of the swirling mix and threw it at his friend.
The chicken splattered in James's forehead, leaving greasy chicken broth in his hair. James waited till Mrs. Pettigrew left to check on Peter and grabbed the abandoned bowl. He poured the chicken broth on Sirius. Sirius jumped to his feet, ready for revenge, but missed James by a few feet. Remus let out a yell of surprise as a handful of noodles came soaring his way. Usually he wouldn't retaliate, but this was Remus high on medication. He grabbed a handful of sopping wet noodles and chicken and tossed them in the direction of James and Sirius. The twelve year-old werewolf rolled off his bed, ducking the chicken soup that was flung at him in return. He slowly got up and staggered. He looked around wildly until he spotted the bread and butter sitting on a plate on his bedside table. He was about to throw it when he froze, hugged his arms around his stomach, tried to get back on his bed, but slipped. James jumped off his bed and rushed over as Sirius limped over to check if their friend was ok.
"I'm fine go away," Remus gagged as he saw the lake of chicken broth beside him and tried not to throw up. Sirius and James helped him up on his bed and James grabbed an empty bowl just in case he did hurl.
"Pomfrey's going to kill us," Sirius muttered as he noticed himself and his friend's pajamas and hair were covered in the lunch they were supposed to be eating quietly. Just as he said it, the door creaked open. The boy's heart's filled with dread. They could hear their own heartbeats.
"What have ya'll been doing in here?" Mr. Lupin looked around with an amused smile on his face.
"Please don't tell Madam Pomfrey!" James threw himself at his feat. He went quiet as the door of the bathroom was thrown open. Mrs. Pettigrew looked at the three boys and muggle suspiciously, but luckily did not notice the remnants of the quick food fight. She went out the door and Sirius, James and Mr. Lupin let out a sigh of relief. They heard noise behind them and looked back to see Remus leaning over a bowl, coughing and gasping for air. Mr. Lupin rushed to his side, held the bowl steady and gently patted his son on the back.
"We'll have to clean this up quick. Do any of you know a cleaning spell?" Mr. Lupin looked at the two boys as they shook their heads. He let out a sigh. "Well Sirius take this sheet and start mopping up the chicken broth. James, you pick up the pieces of chicken." Once this was done, Mr. Lupin stuffed the dirty sheets in a closet, pulled out clean ones and replaced them. He then looked down at the three boys.
"What happened to you all?" The four heads turned quickly to see Peter slowly make his way to his bed. Sirius suddenly had an idea.
"I can take a three minute shower and wash my clothes at the same time. Once I'm done I'll put a drying spell on my clothes and once their done I'll let the next person in."
"When did you learn a drying spell?" James asked, shattering Sirius's moment of brilliance.
"Mum brought a hair drier," Peter mumbled quietly.
"That's it! All we have to do is steal a hair drier from the only person who can rival Voldy in being a dark lord!" Sirius said excitedly. "Well Pete, have fun."
"Hey!"
"I'll do it. Seeing as I'm the only one who wont throw up on the way," James looked at the door bravely. "Where is it?"
"Umm James? Its right here," Peter picked the bag up that was sitting by his bed.
"Ooooh I can put a spell on it that will make it go faster!"
Thirty minutes later Madam Pomfrey, Mrs. Lupin and McGonagall entered the hospital wing to see Sirius buried in his blankets, James reading a quidditch book, Peter playing exploding snap and Remus and Mr. Lupin talking. The room was strangely clean and quiet as was the four boys. Madam looked at her watch. Two thirty. She looked at the table where four washed out bowls sat.
"What have you all been doing?"
"Finishing our soup." Pomfrey studied the faces of the boys. She would find out what they were doing. Even if it took all year.
Random note: If at first you don't succeed, try and try again. Voldemort demonstrates this motivational saying. Chapter 4...
James started back to the hospital wing an hour later, full and content. He opened the door and grinned at the sight of his friends attempting to eat hot steaming chicken soup. Sirius would sip about one tenth of a spoonful every minute. Peter was being force fed by his mother who found her way back in the room. Remus was eyeing his soup in hopes that it would disappear. Peter was almost half way finished with his lunch when his face turned a bright shade of green. He pushed the bowl away and ran to the hospital bathrooms.
"Hi James," Sirius muttered as he looked down at the chunks of chicken and noodle floating on the bottom of the bowl. He swirled its contents around and watched them float in circles thus slowly making himself sick.
"Round and around and around and around and around..." James chanted as Sirius looked at him with the deepest loathing, picked a piece of chicken out of the swirling mix and threw it at his friend.
The chicken splattered in James's forehead, leaving greasy chicken broth in his hair. James waited till Mrs. Pettigrew left to check on Peter and grabbed the abandoned bowl. He poured the chicken broth on Sirius. Sirius jumped to his feet, ready for revenge, but missed James by a few feet. Remus let out a yell of surprise as a handful of noodles came soaring his way. Usually he wouldn't retaliate, but this was Remus high on medication. He grabbed a handful of sopping wet noodles and chicken and tossed them in the direction of James and Sirius. The twelve year-old werewolf rolled off his bed, ducking the chicken soup that was flung at him in return. He slowly got up and staggered. He looked around wildly until he spotted the bread and butter sitting on a plate on his bedside table. He was about to throw it when he froze, hugged his arms around his stomach, tried to get back on his bed, but slipped. James jumped off his bed and rushed over as Sirius limped over to check if their friend was ok.
"I'm fine go away," Remus gagged as he saw the lake of chicken broth beside him and tried not to throw up. Sirius and James helped him up on his bed and James grabbed an empty bowl just in case he did hurl.
"Pomfrey's going to kill us," Sirius muttered as he noticed himself and his friend's pajamas and hair were covered in the lunch they were supposed to be eating quietly. Just as he said it, the door creaked open. The boy's heart's filled with dread. They could hear their own heartbeats.
"What have ya'll been doing in here?" Mr. Lupin looked around with an amused smile on his face.
"Please don't tell Madam Pomfrey!" James threw himself at his feat. He went quiet as the door of the bathroom was thrown open. Mrs. Pettigrew looked at the three boys and muggle suspiciously, but luckily did not notice the remnants of the quick food fight. She went out the door and Sirius, James and Mr. Lupin let out a sigh of relief. They heard noise behind them and looked back to see Remus leaning over a bowl, coughing and gasping for air. Mr. Lupin rushed to his side, held the bowl steady and gently patted his son on the back.
"We'll have to clean this up quick. Do any of you know a cleaning spell?" Mr. Lupin looked at the two boys as they shook their heads. He let out a sigh. "Well Sirius take this sheet and start mopping up the chicken broth. James, you pick up the pieces of chicken." Once this was done, Mr. Lupin stuffed the dirty sheets in a closet, pulled out clean ones and replaced them. He then looked down at the three boys.
"What happened to you all?" The four heads turned quickly to see Peter slowly make his way to his bed. Sirius suddenly had an idea.
"I can take a three minute shower and wash my clothes at the same time. Once I'm done I'll put a drying spell on my clothes and once their done I'll let the next person in."
"When did you learn a drying spell?" James asked, shattering Sirius's moment of brilliance.
"Mum brought a hair drier," Peter mumbled quietly.
"That's it! All we have to do is steal a hair drier from the only person who can rival Voldy in being a dark lord!" Sirius said excitedly. "Well Pete, have fun."
"Hey!"
"I'll do it. Seeing as I'm the only one who wont throw up on the way," James looked at the door bravely. "Where is it?"
"Umm James? Its right here," Peter picked the bag up that was sitting by his bed.
"Ooooh I can put a spell on it that will make it go faster!"
Thirty minutes later Madam Pomfrey, Mrs. Lupin and McGonagall entered the hospital wing to see Sirius buried in his blankets, James reading a quidditch book, Peter playing exploding snap and Remus and Mr. Lupin talking. The room was strangely clean and quiet as was the four boys. Madam looked at her watch. Two thirty. She looked at the table where four washed out bowls sat.
"What have you all been doing?"
"Finishing our soup." Pomfrey studied the faces of the boys. She would find out what they were doing. Even if it took all year.