Ok, reviewers of Pastly Present please don't kill me! I know I have updated
for ages but I've rather hit a bit of a block. The next chapter is sure to
be up soon though! I wrote this short fanfic a while ago and thought I'd
just upload it for you so you can maybe read something of mine while you're
waiting for my next chapter. Hope you like it!
~*~Mystical Dreams
A Maraudish sort of day
James Potter of Gryffindor House woke up to a large and rather loud snort coming from a curtain drawn bed next to him. He groaned and turned over in his four poster, making his messy sheets tangle and half choke him. There was another humongous snort and this time a white, fluffy pillow came zooming out of the air and landed square on the culprits head.
Sirius Black gave one last snort and rolled over in his bed to reach the pillow that had landed onto the floor from the person who had flung it at him. He picked it up and threw it right back at the attacker to his right, however, he missed and instead it flew straight over his neighbor's head and onto a mound protruding from the bed beside it.
Peter Pettigrew rolled over in bed.
"No mum, I've told you a hundred times, I not wearing Jane's pink sweater!" he mumbled unconsciously.
James took no notice of this however, as this kind of behavior was all so familiar to him.
Just then, a large DIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG filled the room and Remus Lupin roared groggily at it to shut up and within an instant the alarm had silenced.
They all fell instantly back to sleep until Remus jumped out of his bed 20 minutes later and started to wake them all up with his loud bangs and crashes around the room.
"Oh shit! Oh crap! Quick wake up!"
"Wha. . .?" James asked tiredly.
"It's already nine 'o'clock!" Remus exclaimed.
They all jumped out of bed and ran around the room in hysterics, trying to find their school robes and books.
"Oh no"
"What?"
"My robes have shrunk!"
"Sirius, that's probably because you are wearing Wormtails'" Remus said, eyeing him pathetically.
"Oh"
They scurried around and in five very long minutes they were all sprinting out of their cloth tangled dormitory and stumbling down the stairs (Sirius sliding down the banister).
"What have we got first"? James asked
"Errr. . .Transfiguration" Remus replied, sliding his timetable back into the pocket of his robes.
"That isn't good; I don't think McGonagall is too forgiving when it comes to being 10 minutes late for her class" James worried.
"Oh lighten up Jamesie boy! Just think, we'll be able to spend another of our fun filled afternoons polishing up the shit filled toilets on the second floor" Sirius joked.
"Some fun" Peter mumbled.
At last they reached McGonagall's Transfiguration classroom and the four of them came bursting through the door and in a huge flurry of flying books and swinging arms, all managed to trip over in the most spectacular entrance yet!
Sirius jumped up off James, (who had fallen face bang onto the concrete floor) as quickly as he could, hoping, unbelievably that nobody had noticed. There was a stunned silence and then the whole class erupted in giant fits of laughter.
"Where am I?" Peter asked in a far away voice, his head swaying from side to side comically.
"Sitting on my head!" came Remus' muffled voice from underneath Peters' rather large behind.
With some effort Remus threw Peter off of himself and started to pick up his large pile of books that were now scattered half way across the classroom.
Sirius was going around the room asking his fellow classmates if they had liked the stunt as an excuse for Peter's most clumsy habit of tripping everyone over. He then walked over to James who was stilled sprawled out on the floor half aware of the students coming up to him and shaking his hand while saying "nice one mate" or "I'll have to try that one sometime".
Sirius grabbed James' hand and yanked him up onto his feet while mumbling out of the corner of his mouth "that was a close one, where's McGonagall, I bet she won't be to happy about thi-"
"I would say 'not to happy' is a bit of an understatement Mr. Black" Professor McGonagall fumed.
Sirius nearly jumped ten feat as Professor McGonagall sneaked up behind him.
"Late for class and THEN coming in like that! It's a DISGRACE! Twenty points from Gryffindor and an afternoon detention for all of you!" she yelled.
"Now get to your seats!"
The four marauders slumped into their seats at the back of the classroom, not at all perturbed by their Professor's anger.
"I see you have all taken Potters' style of hair in as a new look" McGonagall snorted.
James looked around at his friends hair and thought it did look a bit like his own as none of them had had a chance to comb it this morning, not that a comb would do any good for James' famously untamable hair anyway.
Sirius' hand consciously flew to his hair to smooth it out; James thought sometimes his best friend could be rather vain.
Professor McGonagall gave them one more penetrating stare before walking back up to the black board and resuming her disrupted lesson.
~*~Mystical Dreams
A Maraudish sort of day
James Potter of Gryffindor House woke up to a large and rather loud snort coming from a curtain drawn bed next to him. He groaned and turned over in his four poster, making his messy sheets tangle and half choke him. There was another humongous snort and this time a white, fluffy pillow came zooming out of the air and landed square on the culprits head.
Sirius Black gave one last snort and rolled over in his bed to reach the pillow that had landed onto the floor from the person who had flung it at him. He picked it up and threw it right back at the attacker to his right, however, he missed and instead it flew straight over his neighbor's head and onto a mound protruding from the bed beside it.
Peter Pettigrew rolled over in bed.
"No mum, I've told you a hundred times, I not wearing Jane's pink sweater!" he mumbled unconsciously.
James took no notice of this however, as this kind of behavior was all so familiar to him.
Just then, a large DIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG filled the room and Remus Lupin roared groggily at it to shut up and within an instant the alarm had silenced.
They all fell instantly back to sleep until Remus jumped out of his bed 20 minutes later and started to wake them all up with his loud bangs and crashes around the room.
"Oh shit! Oh crap! Quick wake up!"
"Wha. . .?" James asked tiredly.
"It's already nine 'o'clock!" Remus exclaimed.
They all jumped out of bed and ran around the room in hysterics, trying to find their school robes and books.
"Oh no"
"What?"
"My robes have shrunk!"
"Sirius, that's probably because you are wearing Wormtails'" Remus said, eyeing him pathetically.
"Oh"
They scurried around and in five very long minutes they were all sprinting out of their cloth tangled dormitory and stumbling down the stairs (Sirius sliding down the banister).
"What have we got first"? James asked
"Errr. . .Transfiguration" Remus replied, sliding his timetable back into the pocket of his robes.
"That isn't good; I don't think McGonagall is too forgiving when it comes to being 10 minutes late for her class" James worried.
"Oh lighten up Jamesie boy! Just think, we'll be able to spend another of our fun filled afternoons polishing up the shit filled toilets on the second floor" Sirius joked.
"Some fun" Peter mumbled.
At last they reached McGonagall's Transfiguration classroom and the four of them came bursting through the door and in a huge flurry of flying books and swinging arms, all managed to trip over in the most spectacular entrance yet!
Sirius jumped up off James, (who had fallen face bang onto the concrete floor) as quickly as he could, hoping, unbelievably that nobody had noticed. There was a stunned silence and then the whole class erupted in giant fits of laughter.
"Where am I?" Peter asked in a far away voice, his head swaying from side to side comically.
"Sitting on my head!" came Remus' muffled voice from underneath Peters' rather large behind.
With some effort Remus threw Peter off of himself and started to pick up his large pile of books that were now scattered half way across the classroom.
Sirius was going around the room asking his fellow classmates if they had liked the stunt as an excuse for Peter's most clumsy habit of tripping everyone over. He then walked over to James who was stilled sprawled out on the floor half aware of the students coming up to him and shaking his hand while saying "nice one mate" or "I'll have to try that one sometime".
Sirius grabbed James' hand and yanked him up onto his feet while mumbling out of the corner of his mouth "that was a close one, where's McGonagall, I bet she won't be to happy about thi-"
"I would say 'not to happy' is a bit of an understatement Mr. Black" Professor McGonagall fumed.
Sirius nearly jumped ten feat as Professor McGonagall sneaked up behind him.
"Late for class and THEN coming in like that! It's a DISGRACE! Twenty points from Gryffindor and an afternoon detention for all of you!" she yelled.
"Now get to your seats!"
The four marauders slumped into their seats at the back of the classroom, not at all perturbed by their Professor's anger.
"I see you have all taken Potters' style of hair in as a new look" McGonagall snorted.
James looked around at his friends hair and thought it did look a bit like his own as none of them had had a chance to comb it this morning, not that a comb would do any good for James' famously untamable hair anyway.
Sirius' hand consciously flew to his hair to smooth it out; James thought sometimes his best friend could be rather vain.
Professor McGonagall gave them one more penetrating stare before walking back up to the black board and resuming her disrupted lesson.
