(Note from the author: These are not my characters, my world, and my
situations. They all belong to J. K. Rowling, and are protected by
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Sirius knew that he was losing his best friend. Slowly, he knew that soon James wouldn't come to him for anything. It would be Lily. This may not have bothered Remus, but it bothered him until it was eating away at his insides. Had Lily been there for the transformations? Had she been there to back him up when Snivellus was bothering them? Had she been there, supporting him the entire time that they had been in school?
No, she hadn't.
So how come she had become part of the group so quickly?
Sirius had tried to hate her. Sirius had tried to despise her for all of the things that she had taken from him. A friend, room under the cloak (she was now accompanying them on their nightly tours of the castle), and of course, time with just the guys without her tagging along.
But he felt himself falling into a friendship with her, along with the other two boys. She was very bright, and had a winning smile. And the duel with Snape had been pretty amazing. But even if Lily wasn't Morgana, Queen of the Underworld, she was slowly and sneakily pulling James away from him and the others, and into their own little world.
But especially away from him.
And on top of this, it was now March.
The countdown to the end of school had begun. And they knew that all five of them would be called into Dumbledore's office to give their final answer right after Graduation. Then it would be off to a life of danger, mystery, and most of all, adventure.
Sirius found himself looking very forward to the day when he could tell the Order that he would be joining them. He could see Longbottom's face, dropping to the ground as he shook hands with the Headmaster. And then it was off for adventure. He couldn't wait. It was like he was waiting for it his entire life. It was what he was made to do.
Remus wasn't as enthusiastic about their fate. Sirius couldn't remember any time in the entire seven years that he had known him (with the exception of Darryl Avery and Remus's monthly transformations) to become violent and actually pick a fight. He wasn't exactly the soldier type, but he seemed determined to help.
Not to mention that Voldemort now knew his name.
James had decided to ignore everything that had anything to do with the Order or his father. His mother had sent him an owl, asking him to try to understand his father's decision.
He hadn't responded.
In the meantime, he had been busy with the rest of the group, preparing for N.E.W.T.'s. He hadn't been studying, of course. He hadn't studied for O.W.L.'s and now him and Sirius more accompanied the other three than actually join them in their book reading. Usually, James took out a Snitch, throw it up in the air, and then Sirius would attempt to catch it. James found out quickly why Sirius hadn't tried out for the Quidditch team.
"Do you have any reflexes at all?" he laughed as Sirius ran around the common room, trying to get a hold of the small golden ball that was flitting about over his head.
The schedules for N.E.W.T.'s had been handed out a week before they were taken, and the entire seventh year class was in a state of panic. The N.E.W.T.'s would be held over the course of one week, instead of the usual two weeks. James had three of them on one day, and Peter had a good handful of his in one afternoon.
Lily and Remus were never seen out of the library, and Peter would tag along with them, trying to re-learn seven years worth of Transfiguration. This gave James and Sirius time to be alone together once again.
"Just like the good old days," Sirius sighed, as they lay outside by the lake under the beech tree, "No girls. No werewolves. No evil demented wizards on a world domination ploit."
James ignored his comment. But he couldn't this time. Sirius looked at him, and said, "Something you'd like to share with the class, Prongs?"
"I've been rethinking my decision," he said watching the squid in the waters bask in the hot sun. The snow had melted early this year. Just as fast as it had come.
"And," Sirius said, bringing himself up to his elbows.
"I don't know," he said, "I mean, there's a part of me that wants to, you know. But . . ."
"But what?"
James shook his head sadly, and then mussed his hair, "I think I'm in love, Sirius."
"I know," Sirius sighed, his stomach tying in a knot, "You've been in love ever since the age of eleven."
"I showed her the Astronomy Tower," he said, "We went up there a while ago."
"Has she decided what she's going to do?" Sirius asked.
"She's going through with it," he told him, "And she wants me to go, too."
"And are you?" Sirius said, sitting up to face him. James looked torn, and he shrugged. He may have answered if a shadow hadn't appeared between them, and a hand tap Sirius on the shoulder.
Sirius turned around, to face Elise Warren, standing behind them.
"Yeah?" he said.
"How are you?"
Sirius shrugged, "I don't know. Pretty well off. And you?"
"I was just wondering if you had a date to the Graduation Dance?" she said bravely, and James felt himself trying to hold back laughs.
Sirius wanted to reply that he did, and one was a rat and the other was very hairy and had fangs and claws and hung out in a shack, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of her.
"No," he said dumbly. James had never seen him act like this around anyone before, and Elise smiled.
"Well, I was just wondering," she said, "And I know that it's very unorthodox for me to ask you this, but . . . would you mind going with me?"
Sirius blinked, and then said, "Actually . . . I wasn't really planning on going."
Elise stared back at him, and she said in a peeved tone, "Sirius, if you don't want to, all you'd have to say is that you don't like me. That's all you'd have to say."
And then she turned away from him, and walked back up the hill. Sirius groaned, stood up, and said quickly, "I'll be right back, mate. Hey! Elise! No, I didn't mean anything by that! Of course I'll go!"
James laughed to himself, and then lay down in the grass, trying to forget about Sirius's question. And the answer that he'd have to give Dumbledore one day.
N.E.W.T.'s were harder than any of them would have thought. It was much like the O.W.L.'s except a lot more advanced. Written test in the morning, break for lunch, and then the kinisthetic exam.
The hell of the first day ended with a bang, when Davey Gudgeon accidentally made his tea kettle explode into an amazing display of thunderclouds. Other than that, Lily almost had a nervous breakdown after having to take four tests in a row. All of her tests were the first day, and that was enough to wear anyone out.
"At least I don't have any more exams to worry about," she said, nervously biting her nails as James walked her to class.
The others weren't so lucky. James and Sirius, of course, passed through them with ease. Peter was a dark shade of green when he emerged from his Transfiguration exam.
"I couldn't turn the proctor into a footstool," he explained, "I turned her into a mouse, and they spent all of my test time trying to grab her and change her back."
Remus hadn't talked to anyone all week. When he wasn't taking his exams, he was in the dormitory room, studying. When anyone tried to make conversation with him as they passed in and out, he would say, "Uh-huh, yeah." And continue on as if no one was there.
"He's nutters," Sirius told Lily when she asked if he was all right, "He always gets like this. Not as bad, mind you, but he's always been into his 'prefect' image. Never really quite understood why he puts up with us."
"Because we're so loveable," James said.
The second day of N.E.W.T.s were exhausting, except for Lily. She enjoyed her day off by spending some time with her old friends that were also finished. She was fully confident that she had done a wonderful job on everything. Yet, once in a while, she'd dig into her satchel and bring out the test papers, checking to make sure that a question said one thing and not another, or if an answer was supposed to be an essay when she had thought it to be true or false. Every time, she would clutch her chest, have a sharp outtake of breath, and return the paper to her satchel, saying, "Good, good. I'm fine. Good."
Sirius had found the Defense Against the Dark Arts very easy, and had finished it in a matter of minutes. James, on the other hand, who had been trying to avoid the class ever since first year, had a hard enough time getting done with it in the time given, let alone going back and checking the answers. Yet, he said with confidence as he strolled out into the hall, "You know, I think that it went pretty well."
They were all a lot more relaxed that night, and Sirius, James, and Lily all had a lovely game of Gobstones. Peter and Remus, on the other hand, continued to be locked up in their room the rest of the night. Peter had actually come down to join the three of them after a while, but Remus was still reading his books by wandlight by the time the rest of them piled into bed.
The third day was also exhausting, and James found himself done with all of his tests. He and Lily spent the afternoon strolling across the grounds, enjoying the lovely spring day.
The fourth day, Peter and Sirius were finished with everything, and the four of them could be found out in the Quidditch pitch, watching James catch a Snitch for his team practice.
Finally, Friday came, and Remus emerged from his last exam, hair tussled, and eyes looking like they were about to burn out. Someone would have thought he had been struck by lightning if they hadn't known that he had been studying for two weeks straight.
"You feeling all right, Moony?" Sirius asked as his friend met them at the beech tree. Remus nodded, frazzled, and sat down, "It's over. It's finally over."
"And the Graduation Dance is in three months," James declared, "It's coming up."
"Yeah," Remus said, sadly, and Lily looked to him.
"What's the matter, Remus?" she asked.
"I'm not going," he told her, "My mum is . . ."
"Sick?" Peter offered.
"Yeah," Remus said glumly, "I'm going to go visit her then."
Lily gave him a look, and then went back to talking to James. Sirius coughed, and said very quietly, "Uh, Moony. I sort of have something to tell you."
"Yeah?" he asked, setting his books inside his bags.
"I'm not going with you two," he said, "I've got . . . well, I've got a date . . . "
Remus's eyes shot to him in a stare, "What? You almost ring James out for ditching us, and now you're leaving too?"
"Yeah," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Elise asked me."
"She asked you?" Remus said.
"Yeah."
Remus sighed, and then looked to Peter, "And now you tell me that you have a date, too."
"No," Peter said, "I'm still game."
"We'll try to make it quick," Sirius said, "Me and James have already talked about it. We're going to leave early."
"That'll be fine," Remus said, starting to cheer up, "But don't let me stand in your way. If you want to go, you don't have to think about me."
If the boys had noticed that Lily wasn't listening to a word James was saying, and listening to the two of them, they would have probably stopped talking about their choice of conversation. But alas, they didn't realize that she was looking over her boy's shoulder and taking in every word that they were saying.
Preperations for the Dance were left up to the Head Boy and Head Girl. This gave some extra time for James and Lily to see each other. They spent their remaining nights planning out the entire evening for the school. They had decided on a formal theme, and everyone in Gryffindor Tower was agreeing that that would be the best way to go. (All except for Davey, who was begging James to make it punk rocked.)
"Punk rock?" James said in awe, "You want our Graduation Dance to be punk rock? Are you nutters?"
"Come on," Davey said, "Can't you see it? I'm envisioning mosh pit, guitars, amps, the whole shebang!"
"It's a formal Graduation Dance," James said, "No one will be able to hear each other."
"Exactly!" Davey said, "So no one has to worry about endless conversation! All they have to do is dance, and pretend to have a good time."
"No, Davey," James laughed, "We're not doing punk rock."
"I'll pay you for it," Davey said, "Come on!"
They had decided on a formal theme.
James wasn't the only one preparing for the dance. Sirius could be found at the back of his classes, trying to figure out how to do a spell to be in two places at once. There was no luck, and the two of them sat together one dinner to discuss the plan for the night.
"We're leaving at nine o' clock," Sirius said, "We drop everything, ditch the girls, and run for it."
"Nine?" James started, "Are you mad? The dance doesn't start until eight!"
"All right," Sirius said, "Nine thirty."
"No," James shifted in his seat, "How about midnight? He's gone that long by himself before."
"Yeah, but he hasn't gone that long with just a rat," Sirius replied, "We'll go down there, and Moony'll have Wormtail hanging out of his mouth."
"Why do you have to talk about those sort of things?" James groaned. He didn't want to see that mental image in his head.
"Because it's my reason for living," Sirius laughed, "To annoy you."
"Maybe we should just skip the whole full moon this time," James looked tired. He had been working nonstop for the Dance since the beginning of April, and now it was rounding into May. He needed a day off. Or a night out, whichever one.
"No, we're not," Sirius said, "We have a responsibility. We dug ourselves into becoming Animagi, and now we're going to keep on being Animagi."
"I distinctly remember you digging us into it," James said.
"Ah, yeah, but you know you like it," Sirius jeered.
"It's been fun," James admitted.
WHAM.
James's head richoched off of the table, and he fell to the ground, trying to straighten his glasses. Sirius stood immediately, wand pointed at his attacker.
As his eyes gathered their bearings, and came into focus, James saw Snivellus hovering over him, snarling.
"You told them, didn't you, Potter?" he hissed.
"What?" James said, struggling to his feet.
"You told them about Klien and me," Snape accused, "You told Dumbledore that you saw me with Klien. Talking."
"We all saw you," Sirius barked, "Bet it was the most exciting moment of your life, getting told that you could be one of Voldemort's goons, you little greaseball."
Snape turned his attention to Sirius, eyes blazing, "And I bet it was the most exciting moment of your life when you sent me to the werewolf."
"Sirius . . ." James warned, as Sirius darkened, and his shoulders tensed.
"You heard me," Snivellus sneered, "That freak friend of yours is going to end up dead. I'll make sure of it."
"It'd be easier to do if you weren't scared of him," James retorted, and Snape darted his eyes back to the ground, where James was sprawled out. But James had grabbed his wand, and had it pointed right at him.
"Foodawasi!" James shouted, and all of his and Sirius's food flew off of the table, and hit Snape square in the face. He stumbled back, and then glared even more so at James.
"And I don't owe you ANYTHING, you arrogant git!" he screeched, before heading back to the Slytherin table.
Sirius looked quickly up to the High Table, but no one had noticed the outbreak. They had gotten away with it this time. It was a miracle.
"Must have been preoccupied," he muttered to himself, as James took his seat again at the table.
"What?"
"Nothing," Sirius said, looking curiously at Professor McGonagall.
Sirius knew that he was losing his best friend. Slowly, he knew that soon James wouldn't come to him for anything. It would be Lily. This may not have bothered Remus, but it bothered him until it was eating away at his insides. Had Lily been there for the transformations? Had she been there to back him up when Snivellus was bothering them? Had she been there, supporting him the entire time that they had been in school?
No, she hadn't.
So how come she had become part of the group so quickly?
Sirius had tried to hate her. Sirius had tried to despise her for all of the things that she had taken from him. A friend, room under the cloak (she was now accompanying them on their nightly tours of the castle), and of course, time with just the guys without her tagging along.
But he felt himself falling into a friendship with her, along with the other two boys. She was very bright, and had a winning smile. And the duel with Snape had been pretty amazing. But even if Lily wasn't Morgana, Queen of the Underworld, she was slowly and sneakily pulling James away from him and the others, and into their own little world.
But especially away from him.
And on top of this, it was now March.
The countdown to the end of school had begun. And they knew that all five of them would be called into Dumbledore's office to give their final answer right after Graduation. Then it would be off to a life of danger, mystery, and most of all, adventure.
Sirius found himself looking very forward to the day when he could tell the Order that he would be joining them. He could see Longbottom's face, dropping to the ground as he shook hands with the Headmaster. And then it was off for adventure. He couldn't wait. It was like he was waiting for it his entire life. It was what he was made to do.
Remus wasn't as enthusiastic about their fate. Sirius couldn't remember any time in the entire seven years that he had known him (with the exception of Darryl Avery and Remus's monthly transformations) to become violent and actually pick a fight. He wasn't exactly the soldier type, but he seemed determined to help.
Not to mention that Voldemort now knew his name.
James had decided to ignore everything that had anything to do with the Order or his father. His mother had sent him an owl, asking him to try to understand his father's decision.
He hadn't responded.
In the meantime, he had been busy with the rest of the group, preparing for N.E.W.T.'s. He hadn't been studying, of course. He hadn't studied for O.W.L.'s and now him and Sirius more accompanied the other three than actually join them in their book reading. Usually, James took out a Snitch, throw it up in the air, and then Sirius would attempt to catch it. James found out quickly why Sirius hadn't tried out for the Quidditch team.
"Do you have any reflexes at all?" he laughed as Sirius ran around the common room, trying to get a hold of the small golden ball that was flitting about over his head.
The schedules for N.E.W.T.'s had been handed out a week before they were taken, and the entire seventh year class was in a state of panic. The N.E.W.T.'s would be held over the course of one week, instead of the usual two weeks. James had three of them on one day, and Peter had a good handful of his in one afternoon.
Lily and Remus were never seen out of the library, and Peter would tag along with them, trying to re-learn seven years worth of Transfiguration. This gave James and Sirius time to be alone together once again.
"Just like the good old days," Sirius sighed, as they lay outside by the lake under the beech tree, "No girls. No werewolves. No evil demented wizards on a world domination ploit."
James ignored his comment. But he couldn't this time. Sirius looked at him, and said, "Something you'd like to share with the class, Prongs?"
"I've been rethinking my decision," he said watching the squid in the waters bask in the hot sun. The snow had melted early this year. Just as fast as it had come.
"And," Sirius said, bringing himself up to his elbows.
"I don't know," he said, "I mean, there's a part of me that wants to, you know. But . . ."
"But what?"
James shook his head sadly, and then mussed his hair, "I think I'm in love, Sirius."
"I know," Sirius sighed, his stomach tying in a knot, "You've been in love ever since the age of eleven."
"I showed her the Astronomy Tower," he said, "We went up there a while ago."
"Has she decided what she's going to do?" Sirius asked.
"She's going through with it," he told him, "And she wants me to go, too."
"And are you?" Sirius said, sitting up to face him. James looked torn, and he shrugged. He may have answered if a shadow hadn't appeared between them, and a hand tap Sirius on the shoulder.
Sirius turned around, to face Elise Warren, standing behind them.
"Yeah?" he said.
"How are you?"
Sirius shrugged, "I don't know. Pretty well off. And you?"
"I was just wondering if you had a date to the Graduation Dance?" she said bravely, and James felt himself trying to hold back laughs.
Sirius wanted to reply that he did, and one was a rat and the other was very hairy and had fangs and claws and hung out in a shack, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of her.
"No," he said dumbly. James had never seen him act like this around anyone before, and Elise smiled.
"Well, I was just wondering," she said, "And I know that it's very unorthodox for me to ask you this, but . . . would you mind going with me?"
Sirius blinked, and then said, "Actually . . . I wasn't really planning on going."
Elise stared back at him, and she said in a peeved tone, "Sirius, if you don't want to, all you'd have to say is that you don't like me. That's all you'd have to say."
And then she turned away from him, and walked back up the hill. Sirius groaned, stood up, and said quickly, "I'll be right back, mate. Hey! Elise! No, I didn't mean anything by that! Of course I'll go!"
James laughed to himself, and then lay down in the grass, trying to forget about Sirius's question. And the answer that he'd have to give Dumbledore one day.
N.E.W.T.'s were harder than any of them would have thought. It was much like the O.W.L.'s except a lot more advanced. Written test in the morning, break for lunch, and then the kinisthetic exam.
The hell of the first day ended with a bang, when Davey Gudgeon accidentally made his tea kettle explode into an amazing display of thunderclouds. Other than that, Lily almost had a nervous breakdown after having to take four tests in a row. All of her tests were the first day, and that was enough to wear anyone out.
"At least I don't have any more exams to worry about," she said, nervously biting her nails as James walked her to class.
The others weren't so lucky. James and Sirius, of course, passed through them with ease. Peter was a dark shade of green when he emerged from his Transfiguration exam.
"I couldn't turn the proctor into a footstool," he explained, "I turned her into a mouse, and they spent all of my test time trying to grab her and change her back."
Remus hadn't talked to anyone all week. When he wasn't taking his exams, he was in the dormitory room, studying. When anyone tried to make conversation with him as they passed in and out, he would say, "Uh-huh, yeah." And continue on as if no one was there.
"He's nutters," Sirius told Lily when she asked if he was all right, "He always gets like this. Not as bad, mind you, but he's always been into his 'prefect' image. Never really quite understood why he puts up with us."
"Because we're so loveable," James said.
The second day of N.E.W.T.s were exhausting, except for Lily. She enjoyed her day off by spending some time with her old friends that were also finished. She was fully confident that she had done a wonderful job on everything. Yet, once in a while, she'd dig into her satchel and bring out the test papers, checking to make sure that a question said one thing and not another, or if an answer was supposed to be an essay when she had thought it to be true or false. Every time, she would clutch her chest, have a sharp outtake of breath, and return the paper to her satchel, saying, "Good, good. I'm fine. Good."
Sirius had found the Defense Against the Dark Arts very easy, and had finished it in a matter of minutes. James, on the other hand, who had been trying to avoid the class ever since first year, had a hard enough time getting done with it in the time given, let alone going back and checking the answers. Yet, he said with confidence as he strolled out into the hall, "You know, I think that it went pretty well."
They were all a lot more relaxed that night, and Sirius, James, and Lily all had a lovely game of Gobstones. Peter and Remus, on the other hand, continued to be locked up in their room the rest of the night. Peter had actually come down to join the three of them after a while, but Remus was still reading his books by wandlight by the time the rest of them piled into bed.
The third day was also exhausting, and James found himself done with all of his tests. He and Lily spent the afternoon strolling across the grounds, enjoying the lovely spring day.
The fourth day, Peter and Sirius were finished with everything, and the four of them could be found out in the Quidditch pitch, watching James catch a Snitch for his team practice.
Finally, Friday came, and Remus emerged from his last exam, hair tussled, and eyes looking like they were about to burn out. Someone would have thought he had been struck by lightning if they hadn't known that he had been studying for two weeks straight.
"You feeling all right, Moony?" Sirius asked as his friend met them at the beech tree. Remus nodded, frazzled, and sat down, "It's over. It's finally over."
"And the Graduation Dance is in three months," James declared, "It's coming up."
"Yeah," Remus said, sadly, and Lily looked to him.
"What's the matter, Remus?" she asked.
"I'm not going," he told her, "My mum is . . ."
"Sick?" Peter offered.
"Yeah," Remus said glumly, "I'm going to go visit her then."
Lily gave him a look, and then went back to talking to James. Sirius coughed, and said very quietly, "Uh, Moony. I sort of have something to tell you."
"Yeah?" he asked, setting his books inside his bags.
"I'm not going with you two," he said, "I've got . . . well, I've got a date . . . "
Remus's eyes shot to him in a stare, "What? You almost ring James out for ditching us, and now you're leaving too?"
"Yeah," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Elise asked me."
"She asked you?" Remus said.
"Yeah."
Remus sighed, and then looked to Peter, "And now you tell me that you have a date, too."
"No," Peter said, "I'm still game."
"We'll try to make it quick," Sirius said, "Me and James have already talked about it. We're going to leave early."
"That'll be fine," Remus said, starting to cheer up, "But don't let me stand in your way. If you want to go, you don't have to think about me."
If the boys had noticed that Lily wasn't listening to a word James was saying, and listening to the two of them, they would have probably stopped talking about their choice of conversation. But alas, they didn't realize that she was looking over her boy's shoulder and taking in every word that they were saying.
Preperations for the Dance were left up to the Head Boy and Head Girl. This gave some extra time for James and Lily to see each other. They spent their remaining nights planning out the entire evening for the school. They had decided on a formal theme, and everyone in Gryffindor Tower was agreeing that that would be the best way to go. (All except for Davey, who was begging James to make it punk rocked.)
"Punk rock?" James said in awe, "You want our Graduation Dance to be punk rock? Are you nutters?"
"Come on," Davey said, "Can't you see it? I'm envisioning mosh pit, guitars, amps, the whole shebang!"
"It's a formal Graduation Dance," James said, "No one will be able to hear each other."
"Exactly!" Davey said, "So no one has to worry about endless conversation! All they have to do is dance, and pretend to have a good time."
"No, Davey," James laughed, "We're not doing punk rock."
"I'll pay you for it," Davey said, "Come on!"
They had decided on a formal theme.
James wasn't the only one preparing for the dance. Sirius could be found at the back of his classes, trying to figure out how to do a spell to be in two places at once. There was no luck, and the two of them sat together one dinner to discuss the plan for the night.
"We're leaving at nine o' clock," Sirius said, "We drop everything, ditch the girls, and run for it."
"Nine?" James started, "Are you mad? The dance doesn't start until eight!"
"All right," Sirius said, "Nine thirty."
"No," James shifted in his seat, "How about midnight? He's gone that long by himself before."
"Yeah, but he hasn't gone that long with just a rat," Sirius replied, "We'll go down there, and Moony'll have Wormtail hanging out of his mouth."
"Why do you have to talk about those sort of things?" James groaned. He didn't want to see that mental image in his head.
"Because it's my reason for living," Sirius laughed, "To annoy you."
"Maybe we should just skip the whole full moon this time," James looked tired. He had been working nonstop for the Dance since the beginning of April, and now it was rounding into May. He needed a day off. Or a night out, whichever one.
"No, we're not," Sirius said, "We have a responsibility. We dug ourselves into becoming Animagi, and now we're going to keep on being Animagi."
"I distinctly remember you digging us into it," James said.
"Ah, yeah, but you know you like it," Sirius jeered.
"It's been fun," James admitted.
WHAM.
James's head richoched off of the table, and he fell to the ground, trying to straighten his glasses. Sirius stood immediately, wand pointed at his attacker.
As his eyes gathered their bearings, and came into focus, James saw Snivellus hovering over him, snarling.
"You told them, didn't you, Potter?" he hissed.
"What?" James said, struggling to his feet.
"You told them about Klien and me," Snape accused, "You told Dumbledore that you saw me with Klien. Talking."
"We all saw you," Sirius barked, "Bet it was the most exciting moment of your life, getting told that you could be one of Voldemort's goons, you little greaseball."
Snape turned his attention to Sirius, eyes blazing, "And I bet it was the most exciting moment of your life when you sent me to the werewolf."
"Sirius . . ." James warned, as Sirius darkened, and his shoulders tensed.
"You heard me," Snivellus sneered, "That freak friend of yours is going to end up dead. I'll make sure of it."
"It'd be easier to do if you weren't scared of him," James retorted, and Snape darted his eyes back to the ground, where James was sprawled out. But James had grabbed his wand, and had it pointed right at him.
"Foodawasi!" James shouted, and all of his and Sirius's food flew off of the table, and hit Snape square in the face. He stumbled back, and then glared even more so at James.
"And I don't owe you ANYTHING, you arrogant git!" he screeched, before heading back to the Slytherin table.
Sirius looked quickly up to the High Table, but no one had noticed the outbreak. They had gotten away with it this time. It was a miracle.
"Must have been preoccupied," he muttered to himself, as James took his seat again at the table.
"What?"
"Nothing," Sirius said, looking curiously at Professor McGonagall.