~I have just discovered that italics don't show up so, since I'm feeling
lazy:
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'this' is for thoughts
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An Amusing Morning (Part 1)
Sirius awoke to the sunlight streaming through the window and invading his dark sanctuary. "Argh, what the hell! It's too early."
Sirius had meant for it to sound angry and annoyed, but mostly it just came out as sleep garbled gibberish.
"Come now Padfoot, wakey wakey," came the voice behind a blaze of sunlight and a dark spot in the vague shape of a man.
After squinting, tying to dercern his surroundings, Sirius rolled over and muttered to himself in which the words "Prongs" and "break" were the only discernable words.
It was Monday and the fall morning was well on it's way outside the Gryffindor boy's dormitory. Sirius was of the opinion that no sane person got up before 11:00, but obviously the school begged to differ. The basic layout of the room was thus: The back of Sirius's bed was to the wall, and to his right was the door and to his left was where Remus slept; across from him lay James's sleeping apparatus, and Peter's bed was essentially kiddy corner to Sirius. Across from the door there was a window, and how the blasted light managed to reach all the way from there to Sirius's own bed was beyond him. until:
"What the hell James, it's morning, put your bloody wand -out-." Sirius punctured his words with a glare at his friend and his glowing wand tip.
"Wait Sirius, this is serious." James made a face at his awkward statement, and Sirius just glared at James with renewed disgust.
"I mean," James started, tying to salvage what dignity he had left, "Something's up with Remus, he won't come out of his bed -and- he's enchanted it so we can't get in. I didn't know you could even do that" he added as an afterthought.
"-I- couldn't" said Sirius, just to annoy his friend.
After directing a well placed glare, James told Sirius indignantly, "You know what I meant, grammar freak."
Sirius finally sat up and looked over to his friends bed, and as James had said, the curtains were still closed shut, but Remus usually was the first one up in the mornings.
This was unusual behavior, except on days after the full moon, but it was a week until the next full moon and Remus should be brimming with energy. Sirius's concern for his friend got him up faster than any amount of poking or prodding would.
"Remus. are you okay?" Sirius asked as he swung out of bed and made his way over to his friend's curtained hideout.
There was no reply, and Sirius found that the curtains were hard and unbendable at touch, but still felt very much like curtains. 'Defiantly a stiffening charm, and a strong one to boot.'
"C'mon Rem, it can't be -that- bad," it sounded a bit too much like pleading, even to Sirius's ears.
No reply.
"Remus, if, you know, you've-" James had that particular -tone- to his voice that meant he was talking about something that was a normally uncomfortable or inappropriate subject.
"Good God James! I don't even want to know what your sick mind is thinking!" The muffled voice from the bed cut in before James could continue is stuttered inquiry; Sirius couldn't decide if Remus's voice sounded odd or if it was just the fact that the werewolf had several blankets over his head.
"Oh, good Moony, I was starting to think you'd gone mute on us," said Sirius with what he thought was a witty comment.
No one else seemed to agree.
Sirius and James tried and tried to get their friend out of bed, but to no avail. Finally, even Peter gave it a shot, but Remus still refused to budge and remained shrouded in his scarlet shield.
"All right," said James with that particular 'can do' tone of his, "it's time to move on to our last resort."
"What flush him out with a fire spell?" asked Sirius, only half joking.
Peter seemed to whimper a bit at that comment, as if -he- was the one who was going to be "flushed out" with fire.
"-No-" cried James indignantly, "we must resort to the wiles of the Other gender."
"What, you mean ask the girls for help?" asked Sirius bluntly, while James shot him another glare for ruining the mood.
"Oh, not just the girls," said James, back to his mysterious tone of voice, "The girl, we're going to as The girl."
Sirius just shook his head; one never could expect the lad to speak normally about Lily Evans, that was asking for a bit too much.
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A/N: Sorry about the cliff hanger, I just want to get something up so I'll be motivated to write more later. My thanks goes out to all of the reviewers, you guys make all the difference! Also, sorry if my tone switches between swift and sophisticated, I think that might have something to do with my rather tired state, I'm sleepy. ok, I'm going to sleep now.
-this- is for a word normally italicized for effect
'this' is for thoughts
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An Amusing Morning (Part 1)
Sirius awoke to the sunlight streaming through the window and invading his dark sanctuary. "Argh, what the hell! It's too early."
Sirius had meant for it to sound angry and annoyed, but mostly it just came out as sleep garbled gibberish.
"Come now Padfoot, wakey wakey," came the voice behind a blaze of sunlight and a dark spot in the vague shape of a man.
After squinting, tying to dercern his surroundings, Sirius rolled over and muttered to himself in which the words "Prongs" and "break" were the only discernable words.
It was Monday and the fall morning was well on it's way outside the Gryffindor boy's dormitory. Sirius was of the opinion that no sane person got up before 11:00, but obviously the school begged to differ. The basic layout of the room was thus: The back of Sirius's bed was to the wall, and to his right was the door and to his left was where Remus slept; across from him lay James's sleeping apparatus, and Peter's bed was essentially kiddy corner to Sirius. Across from the door there was a window, and how the blasted light managed to reach all the way from there to Sirius's own bed was beyond him. until:
"What the hell James, it's morning, put your bloody wand -out-." Sirius punctured his words with a glare at his friend and his glowing wand tip.
"Wait Sirius, this is serious." James made a face at his awkward statement, and Sirius just glared at James with renewed disgust.
"I mean," James started, tying to salvage what dignity he had left, "Something's up with Remus, he won't come out of his bed -and- he's enchanted it so we can't get in. I didn't know you could even do that" he added as an afterthought.
"-I- couldn't" said Sirius, just to annoy his friend.
After directing a well placed glare, James told Sirius indignantly, "You know what I meant, grammar freak."
Sirius finally sat up and looked over to his friends bed, and as James had said, the curtains were still closed shut, but Remus usually was the first one up in the mornings.
This was unusual behavior, except on days after the full moon, but it was a week until the next full moon and Remus should be brimming with energy. Sirius's concern for his friend got him up faster than any amount of poking or prodding would.
"Remus. are you okay?" Sirius asked as he swung out of bed and made his way over to his friend's curtained hideout.
There was no reply, and Sirius found that the curtains were hard and unbendable at touch, but still felt very much like curtains. 'Defiantly a stiffening charm, and a strong one to boot.'
"C'mon Rem, it can't be -that- bad," it sounded a bit too much like pleading, even to Sirius's ears.
No reply.
"Remus, if, you know, you've-" James had that particular -tone- to his voice that meant he was talking about something that was a normally uncomfortable or inappropriate subject.
"Good God James! I don't even want to know what your sick mind is thinking!" The muffled voice from the bed cut in before James could continue is stuttered inquiry; Sirius couldn't decide if Remus's voice sounded odd or if it was just the fact that the werewolf had several blankets over his head.
"Oh, good Moony, I was starting to think you'd gone mute on us," said Sirius with what he thought was a witty comment.
No one else seemed to agree.
Sirius and James tried and tried to get their friend out of bed, but to no avail. Finally, even Peter gave it a shot, but Remus still refused to budge and remained shrouded in his scarlet shield.
"All right," said James with that particular 'can do' tone of his, "it's time to move on to our last resort."
"What flush him out with a fire spell?" asked Sirius, only half joking.
Peter seemed to whimper a bit at that comment, as if -he- was the one who was going to be "flushed out" with fire.
"-No-" cried James indignantly, "we must resort to the wiles of the Other gender."
"What, you mean ask the girls for help?" asked Sirius bluntly, while James shot him another glare for ruining the mood.
"Oh, not just the girls," said James, back to his mysterious tone of voice, "The girl, we're going to as The girl."
Sirius just shook his head; one never could expect the lad to speak normally about Lily Evans, that was asking for a bit too much.
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A/N: Sorry about the cliff hanger, I just want to get something up so I'll be motivated to write more later. My thanks goes out to all of the reviewers, you guys make all the difference! Also, sorry if my tone switches between swift and sophisticated, I think that might have something to do with my rather tired state, I'm sleepy. ok, I'm going to sleep now.