Author's Note

Heee!Alright, Rocks is backwithanother chappie. No, Remus and Peter are stiiiiill not coming, but but maybe next chapter. Mhm. Anyhoo, I'd like to thank everyone whoreviewed,it really inspired me to write faster.

I'd also like tothank my wonderful beta, Gillian Greenleaf, who really has fixed this story up a bit .

Disclaimer

I don't own any of the characters in this story – except Reina (who isn't even in the story yet) and possibly a few other randoms. I did not write Harry Potter, nor am I trying to make money off this story in any way. Happy?

Chapter 2: snowfights and armwrestles

"Ouch! Padfoot – throw a bit softer will you mate?"

Sirius grinned at James, poking his tongue out.

"Hmmmm… I'll think about it... NO!"

Replied Sirius with a wicked grin.

James ducked as another snowball whacked him in the head, then another on his right shoulder.

"You asked for it!"

Shouted James, bewitching snowballs to keep flying at his friend.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

"JAAAAMMMMMEEESSS!"

James snickered, and took the curse off.

"Got the message?"

Sirius growled.

"No, but my head did."

He said, rubbing his face, attempting to clear the snow from it, spitting it out of his mouth.

He shivered slightly from the cold, and looked at the sky.

"Aw, It's stopped!"

Said James, falling back into the snow, which totally covered him when he was on his back.

Sirius snorted.

"You know what this means Padfoot?"

Asked James, cocking an eyebrow from where he lay.

"No, I don't, James – could you perhaps enlighten me?"

"SNOW ANGELS!"

James began to move his arms up and down, laughing as he did so.

His dark hair was covered with snow, so was his face, and black robes – but he didn't seem to mind, the snow was just too exciting for him – he was like a pig in mud. A lot of mud.

Sirius snorted again.

"C'mon Prongs, snow angels are for girls."

James laughed loudly, eyes glinting.

"Which is exactly why you should be making them!"

Was the reply.

"You'll pay for that!"

Sirius leaped at James, and the two of them tumbled in the snow, in a mock wrestle.

Life was good.

Twenty minutes, twenty cold fingers and twenty cold toes later, the two Gryffindors were inside again, warming their backs against the large fire of the Gryffindor common room.

They were the only ones there, as Tim was in the library. Studying. On Christmas day.

"Ahhhh…"

Were Sirius' words exactly, as he slouched into one of the large armchairs.

"This is the life. No schoolwork, no Slytherins, lost of presents, and no Peter."

James snickered at the last comment.

They both sighed contentedly, staring at the ceiling, more than happy to be doing nothing.

"Hmm… James, It's one thirty you know."

"Yeah, so?"

"Lunch."

"Oh."

"Hungry?"

"No."

James sighed. Twisting around in his chair to see the portrait hall, he frowned.

"Let's not go. They won't miss us. Perhaps the rest of the school might actually be happy to have a boring lunch."

"Yeah, actually, James, I have an awesome idea."

"Mhm?"

Replied James, half asleep already.

"I think we should catch a house elf."
Said Sirius, beaming.

"Yeah, very original."

Said James, rolling his eyes.

"C'mon James, you know you want to. We haven't broken any rules today! That has to be like a record, but a bad one. So, just... Ok. We'll have an arm wrestle, kay?"

"Whatever."

Mumbled James.

"Alright.."

Said Sirius, watching James closely.

The two of the joint hands, with their elbows firmly on the arm of the chair.

The war of the arms raged for almost a minute, when James' fist crashed to one side.

"Okay, grab that weird cloak you got this morning Prongs – we can use it to catch the elf."

"But you cheated!"

Whined James.

"Don't be a sore loser."

Snickered Sirius with a wicked grin.

"Yeah, Yeah, Whatever."

Growled James, dashing up the stairs to grab the cloak.

Author

The next chappie might be a while - I'm kinda busy - I signed up for TWO debating teams. That was kinda dumb. -sigh- Anyway, please R&R