James grinned at Remus.
" I was, actually, looking for her for a reason-" James started.
" You mean besides from your usual one to drool over her?" Sirius interrupted.
Remus snorted.
Peter was still working the same bit of dirt out from beneath his stubby nail.
" Yes, besides that one," James continued, going along with the joke.
" I wrote her a letter this summer, and it contained an, er, interesting, I guess, choice in words. Merits to Sirius…" Trailed off James to a grinning Sirius. "She got steaming mad in her return letter, howler, more like- I have to apologize in person, but it has to be at the right time…"
"That howler was bloody funny, mate!" laughed Sirius.
James gave him a dirty look.
" For you, maybe," he said.
" Wait-why did Sirius see the howler? And why was he there to help you write the letter?" Remus wondered, frowning.
James and Sirius exchanged surprised looks.
" You-didn't…?" James said, scrapping for words.
" I thought you did!" exclaimed Sirius.
James laughed out loud.
" You explain," he said, contently.
Sirius groaned. " Are you sure you didn't tell them?"
James nodded his head.
" Quite sure," he replied.
Sirius sighed.
" Alright, I guess you should know…" he trailed off.
" Yes?" Remus said.
" Wait, Padfoot…" James started.
He leaned closer to Peter, who was now snoring loudly.
" Peter…" he said, in his normal voice.
Peter didn't respond.
" Peter!" James said, loudly. " Wormtail! Hey! Wake up!"
James was snapping his fingers directly infront of Peter's eyes, but he just kept on snoring.
" Is it worth it?" James groaned, glancing around at the others.
" Nope," Sirius said, shrugging. " Not worth it."
James slumped down on the seat again, looking as if he very much desired to do exactly what Peter was doing. (Which was a change, as it was usually the other way around)
" You were saying, Padfoot?" Remus stated.
" Right," Sirius explained. " My dear old mum…yeah, she's the reason for this mess. Last year's…incident, I'm suspecting, is why she made sure to make my life a complete living hell."
" What did she do, Padfoot?" Remus asked, sympathetically.
"Along with her usual rubbish about how Regulas is so much better than I am, how much pride he brings to the family, why can't I be more like Regulas, blah blah blah, the usual crap," Sirius explained, " the horrible old hag, she said that until I become more like my brother…I'm forbidden from using anything magic! Honestly! Does that crazy old bat think I'll stand for that?"
Sirius paused, the pleasure of insulting his mother sinking in.
" So a quarter into the summer, I picked the lock of my door with Bellatrix's hairpin…Have no idea how it got in my room, and I really don't want to know," Sirius emphasized Bellatrix with an utmost discust in his voice, " and flooed myseld to Pronges! And of course, his parents took me in most gratefully, they know how I'm treated, and I'll tell you, this has been the best summer in years."
James was smirking.
" Bet she's furious," he grinned.
" Furious doesn't come close!" Sirius laughed. " I bet she's blowing her head off! Merlin am I lucky I didn't see her at the station! You know, I don't even think she'd let me come here."
James grinned.
" Dear Regulas, the family honor…you have the gits to yourself," he exclaimed.
The three of them burst out laughing, which managed to wake Peter up.
" What's going on!" he said lamely.
" This time, you can explain," Sirius sneered.
Just as James was about to protest on how Sirius was much better at it, they heard frantic banging on the compartment door.
"James Potter! You come out here this instant!"
"Ah!" James smiled." It's Evans!"
He walked up to the door, grinning and opened it.
"You pounded?"
James shirt collar was grabbed and he was dragged out of his compartment faster than his legs could carry him. Lily slammed the door shut, but James was sure that by now, Sirius had pressed his ear against the thin, fogged glass.
"You! Yooooou…" Lily shook her finger at James.
"Me…?" James put his hands in motions to mean go on.
"James Potter, you bloody-no, you evil, wicked-" Lily was outraged.
"Wickedly handsome?" inquired James, hopefully, rippling his hair.
"No! Wickedly…amazingly…" Lily rolled her eyes, "why am I even bothering with words?"
With that, she slapped him across the face. She then turned on her heals and headed for her compartment.
"Merlin! What spunk!" James paused. "I like it!"