Marauding Mischief

It would've been a miracle had I put this up the day after. But alas, miracles do not exist within this period of time. If they did… no one would have to attend school and everyone would be highly intelligent frogs preparing their rein to rule the universe! Ahem, anyway, here it is.

I lied. One more thing. If you're a Harry Potter fan, which I take it you are if you're here reading my story, or are both awesome! J.K. gives out clues to the sixth book every so often behind the 'secret door'.

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Disclaimer: You lot should already know that the only thing that belongs to me is the plot. You really think I could create such great characters that the great J.K. has? Insane people.

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Chapter Six: Is he Gonna Go?

"Are you gonna go?"

"Gonna go, gonna go?"

"Shut up!"

James had resorted to doing a 'rain dance' like number around Sirius' chair until he came up with an answer. "La la la la la." It was no use. Even with Sirius' abasement of the 'lala, I can't here you' trick, he was no match for the ever annoying James Potter.

"Fine! You win, please, just leave me alone," he surrendered and shook his head back and forth.

"I'm not gonna go to some stupid excuse for an 'event'. I'd rather stay here and pig out."

"You ate like, half an hour ago," Remus so kindly pointed out.

"So?"

"Honestly Sirius, your stomach is an endless black hole," Remus replied, laughing a bit.

"Isn't that what a black hole is…. endless?" James asked quizzically, raising a confused brow.

Remus simply huffed and ignored the question.

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Quite often Sirius ignored invites to what he referred to as 'stupid gimmicks', and other sorts of wizarding gatherings. But, the one thing he could never resist participating in was the one and only, Wizard Feedin'- Round.

This was quite simply, a complete and total pigout. Any wizard who could show his (or her) wand for identification as 'one of them' at any food place in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, were allowed free and unlimited food; or as much as they could manage to get into their system before bursting like a balloon being poked by a pin.

In three days from the next Friday, or ten days as some would much rather say, would be the said event.

"So James, is Lily going to go to the WFR this year? I remember she didn't last… for whatever reason," Remus questioned as he crossed through the center arrangement of sofas and chairs, to the kitchen. "… but maybe the question I should ask is if you're going, correct?" He added before completely disappearing past the threshold of the kitchen.

"Yeah, we're both going. And for once I can say we're going together!" James replied delightfully, following Remus to the kitchen. He stood in the doorway watching Remus as he prepared a sandwich. "Make me one?"

"No."

"Fine then."

"Good."

"Great!" James finished the argument, as usual and strode back to his prior seat. Little arguments like these always seemed to arise between them, about anything from whose turn it was to clean the house or who was supposed to have put his dirty socks in the laundry.

A/N: Nuh nuh nuh! It's finally up. Sorry it's sorta short, but I'm expriencing that little annoyance we call writer's block. Hopefully I'll update before the next millenia, but we'll see. We will see.