Marauding Mischief
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No more reviews than last time… a little nasty thing about not including Wormtail. Meh. As always, read and review please.
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Disclaimer: Any characters, places, or anything at all that you recognize as Harry Potter universe is owned by the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling. Not me. The plot does belong to me though.
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Chapter Three: Of Snacks and Strange Orders
Three pairs of wet socks and some trousers were hung across the living room in what James and Remus called home. They had tried to convince Lily to come over and visit with them, but to now avail. As of now she was currently deaf to her telephone's rings or knew it was them and was ignoring them. They gone ahead and agreed to the latter.
Sirius' room being right net door to Lily, he automatically had invited himself over to visit with his friends until she cooled down. And as he mentioned, she might bust a hole through his wall and try to strangle him or something.
"Don't worry Prongs, she always exaggerates, she'll be better in no time," Sirius said unconvincing from the kitchen. Even after the hour they'd spent at the restaraunt he was still starved.
"You call slamming the door repeatedly while yelling at us exaggerating," James called back, from the door, and next from behind the couch; as he was pacing the room.
"Well, you know what I mean." Sirius continued sifting through the refrigerator and next the cupboards. "Jeez, how do you guys ever find anything in here? It's a mess!"
"I recall some of us mentioning that to you about your trunk whenever you were the last one using the map and we had to find it," Remus said chuckling. Sirius always lived in a mess, yet he always protested, saying he knew where every last thing was. Which was entirely true.
"Okay, we have chips and salsa, some powdery doughnuts, umm, these weird looking things…" Sirius trailed off once he began eating the snacks he'd discovered in the kitchen. "Hey look… Bertie Botts. Here James, eat this one." Remus held a brownish greenish bean to James' face for inspection, which he'd inferred to be wood or perhaps beanstalks.
Studying it suspiciously James finally popped it into his mouth, his previous look of enjoyment replaced by disgust. "Ick." He spit it out onto the carpet, rubbing the remains off his tongue. "Tast' 'ike wild grass," he said without either of them understanding what he said, as his hands were still in his mouth.
Knock knock.
"I'll get it!" Sirius shouted racing for the door. He might not live there, but as much time as he spent there he could have.
"Uh, delivery for a Mr. Potter from the- the muggle?"
"Eh, uh, foreign post office." Sirius muttered, realizing the deliverer was a clueless muggle.
"- post office of a.. " The delivery man stared at the package for a moment before continuing on.
"Brownie maker."
"Thanks." He signed for it and shut the door before whipping around with his mouth open.
"You ordered a brownie maker?" He inquired, rattling the package around and dropped it onto James' lap. "It sounded like fun. Plus I figured that it might impress Lily if we did something the hard way." "Plus we thought if some idiot like that delivered he might find it weird to be delivering it to 'Remus Lupin.'" Remus didn't really have much of a need to finish it off for James, as Sirius already figured why it was delivered to who it was.
The little marshmallow stuffing cracker things, (I don't know what to call them), were scattered on the floor in seconds with the three males gathered around staring confused at the contents. "Okay.. Who took Muggle Studies?"
"We all did you prat." Remus pointed out.
"This might take some work."
A/N: Yes, yes, I know, it's short. But the next one will be longer, much. I promise.. seeing as I have something in store for the boys. Coughdisastercough. To get rid of any confusion, those last three voices, first was James, then Remus, and Sirius.