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Chapter Seventeen: James?
"Anyone up for a game of poker?" Sirius asked cheerfully, but shrugged as everyone else ignored him but Peter and put them away, blowing out the light as he burrowed into his sleeping bag.
* * *
It felt strange to follow, because James was usually the one to lead. But for once he'd found himself set in line behind Sirius, with Remus and Peter following him. At least one thing hadn't changed about their formation. As usual, Peter was the last.
They hurried through the corridors, heading for Gryffindor tower, where they planned on staying until the time came to see what happened. They decided that "the kiss" had taken place around noon. All they would have to do would be to follow Lily to the place since would know where it happened.
It was during the first class of the day, so the only people to be wary of were a few straggling students and a few teachers, who seemed to have no reason to be teaching, whom they easily dodged.
Snape had somehow managed to be able to come along. Perhaps it was Remus's kindness that had somehow stumped James's hatred of the slimeball. Anyway it didn't much matter anymore, because here Snape was, and here they were. Nothing more to be said. * * *
They followed a sixth- or seventh-year girl through the portrait hole. It was odd, because she seemed to be avoiding their eyes, which didn't much happen for the marauders, but it wasn't impossible, so they thought nothing of the strange behavior and headed in.
"Lavender!" A girl said, rushing to the first girl and walking back out of the portrait hole with her, deepening by the second in some unknown conversation. James watched them leave, then turned back toward the rest of the common room. No one was there.
"So this is your common room?" Snape said from behind him, his silky voice cutting through the air and making the room a lot less comfortable.
James looked back at Snape, smirking, and muttered, "I'm sure you like it, you slimy piece of sh-"
"Is somebody fighting?" Remus cut in, more because he didn't want James to start a fight than because of the slight noise coming from the staircase leading to the boys' dormitories.
James nearly didn't listen, but remembered what they were doing, and the risks they were taking before he got out of hand. "One more word." James mumbled at Snape, before heading up the staircase towards the voices.
It was coming from the sixth-years' dormitory. James stepped lightly toward the open door and leaned in, putting only his head around the door. A tall, gangly, red-haired and freckled kid was towering over a bushy, browned-haired girl, yelling loudly, but obviously losing the battle of wits between the two. They were fighting about.something, but that something was quite unintelligible with so much yelling between the two at the same time.
This row, though ridiculous, was being overseen by..
James.
Chapter Seventeen: James?
"Anyone up for a game of poker?" Sirius asked cheerfully, but shrugged as everyone else ignored him but Peter and put them away, blowing out the light as he burrowed into his sleeping bag.
* * *
It felt strange to follow, because James was usually the one to lead. But for once he'd found himself set in line behind Sirius, with Remus and Peter following him. At least one thing hadn't changed about their formation. As usual, Peter was the last.
They hurried through the corridors, heading for Gryffindor tower, where they planned on staying until the time came to see what happened. They decided that "the kiss" had taken place around noon. All they would have to do would be to follow Lily to the place since would know where it happened.
It was during the first class of the day, so the only people to be wary of were a few straggling students and a few teachers, who seemed to have no reason to be teaching, whom they easily dodged.
Snape had somehow managed to be able to come along. Perhaps it was Remus's kindness that had somehow stumped James's hatred of the slimeball. Anyway it didn't much matter anymore, because here Snape was, and here they were. Nothing more to be said. * * *
They followed a sixth- or seventh-year girl through the portrait hole. It was odd, because she seemed to be avoiding their eyes, which didn't much happen for the marauders, but it wasn't impossible, so they thought nothing of the strange behavior and headed in.
"Lavender!" A girl said, rushing to the first girl and walking back out of the portrait hole with her, deepening by the second in some unknown conversation. James watched them leave, then turned back toward the rest of the common room. No one was there.
"So this is your common room?" Snape said from behind him, his silky voice cutting through the air and making the room a lot less comfortable.
James looked back at Snape, smirking, and muttered, "I'm sure you like it, you slimy piece of sh-"
"Is somebody fighting?" Remus cut in, more because he didn't want James to start a fight than because of the slight noise coming from the staircase leading to the boys' dormitories.
James nearly didn't listen, but remembered what they were doing, and the risks they were taking before he got out of hand. "One more word." James mumbled at Snape, before heading up the staircase towards the voices.
It was coming from the sixth-years' dormitory. James stepped lightly toward the open door and leaned in, putting only his head around the door. A tall, gangly, red-haired and freckled kid was towering over a bushy, browned-haired girl, yelling loudly, but obviously losing the battle of wits between the two. They were fighting about.something, but that something was quite unintelligible with so much yelling between the two at the same time.
This row, though ridiculous, was being overseen by..
James.