The great hall was now filled with students- procrastinators rushing their homework, students in conversation, and stuffing their faces full. At the Gryffindor table, Sirius Black was doing a combination of all three.
Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, and Lily Evans stared in wonder as Sirius ate with a fork in one hand, quill in the other scribbling furiously on his parchment paper, chewing less than gracefully and… speaking perfect English at the same time?
"Oh man, I'm never gonna get this done fast enough!" Sirius forked down eggs smothered in ketchup and dipped his quill again. He dropped his fork to gulp down another glass of pumpkin juice.
"That's what you get for waiting 'til the last minute." Peter said wiping bits of food that was flung from his friend's furious chewing.
"Shut up, I was busy!" Sirius slammed down the glass and shot Peter a glare. He resumed his scribbling and eating. "Hey James! We havta sketch a diagram of the transformation on animagus, right?"
"Yeah," James wiped the bit of egg that had been sprayed on his glasses with his robe. "Why?"
"Just askin'!" Sirius scribbled a bit more, dropped his quill, his fork, pushed his plate forward, gulped down another glass of pumpkin juice and announced "Finished!" He sighed.
"With your paper? Let me see." Lily snatched up the parchment, she scanned the first few words and her eyes widened. "Woah."
"What?" James tried to look.
Lily turned it to face them. And shockingly, the paper was neatly written and the diagram artistically sketched and shaded.
"Nice." James said both eyebrows raised. "Not even a grease mark. Hey, Sirius, where's Remus?"
"Moony should be coming down right now-" Sirius eyebrows furrowed. He sniffed. "That's pleasant..." he sniffed again. "Very pleasant, what is that?"
"What's what?" Peter sniffed. "Hey, that is nice..."
James sniffed too. "Wow, smells like roses."
Lily blinked as the scent wafted to her nose and throughout the room. She blinked, taking in the soft airs. "Hm... oh, a bit strong..." she wrinkled her nose.
Sirius looked around, he grabbed Lily's arm and sniffed. "New perfume Lil?"
"No, I don't like or wear cheap French perfume." Lily tried to pull her arm away.
James whacked Sirius's offending arm, shooting his friend a glare. "Don't smell my girlfriend."
Sirius grinned sheepishly. "Must be the after affects of being a dog," the peace sign. "But really-"
"Hey guys," Remus had arrived finally, sitting himself down next to Sirius, which his black haired friend blinked.
"Morning Moony," James grinned.
Sirius was still sniffing about, "Hey, the smell's stronger!"
Remus gave him an odd look. "What's up with him?"
"He discovered the wonders of smell," James grinned. Lily giggled and Peter etched away from Sirius, who had come to that side of the table and started sniffing him.
"Er… can you stop that?" Peter said uncomfortably, ducking away as his friend started sniffing his hair.
"Ain't Peter," Sirius announced bounding over to James.
"Don't even try it, Snuffles." James ducked out of the way.
"Cute nickname," Lily grinned. "Better than Padfoot."
"Hey, I have pride in that name!" Sirius pouted. The others chuckled. "Whatever, it isn't James anyway, he's wearing that cologne that makes Filch sneeze."
"Wonderful ways of avoiding detention," James said proudly. " 'Wearing the allergies of the caretaker', as is stated in our 'Book of Rule Breaking'."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Of course,"
"Anyway," Sirius scuttled his way back to his seat next to Remus, "It's strongest over here- mmmmmmmmmmmm..." he leant towards Remus, again, sniffing. "Hey... Remmy, you smell like roses!" and he pounced the young werewolf right off his chair.
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I landed on my backside with an "Oof!". The air was knocked right out of my lungs and I think I hit my head. Dazed I looked up to see Sirius and his goofy grin. I blinked my vision clear and discovered I couldn't move. He was sitting on my stomach and pinning my hands to the ground!
And he was heavy.
"Padfoot!" I glared. "What was that for!"
"Sirius, you goofball!" Lily was out of her chair and peering over the table at me. "Are you okay, Remus?"
"Better if I could breathe..." I admitted. Sirius blinked at me and leant downward, he was inches from my face. I felt my eyes widen and the blood rush to my cheeks. What the-!
He sniffed. "Yup, it's Remmy alright. Remmy smell like rosies- yup yup!" he chimed.
"Sirius, you act like a five year old." James, thankfully, pulled him off me. I sat up rubbing the back of my head. I have a feeling I'll get a bruise there later...
Peter helped me to my feet, I mumbled a thank you then oddly enough, he started sniffing me!
"But he's right, you do smell like pretty roses!" Peter exclaimed.
I etched away as he blushed- that was the most unusual morning EVER at Hogwarts.
And potions class was even worse...
I hate this class, not because I'm bad at it- it's all these Slytherins. Oh, lets not forget Professor Lark. That woman is EVIL. She reminds me of that greasy freak, Snape, who's a total jackass. I hate her even more that she paired me up with him for the assignment: Invisible Potion.
Don't like this assignment either, as all the ingredients are INVISIBLE.
Sorry, I'm usually calmer than this, being the more etiquette gentleman out of the Marauders, but this fuckin' pisses me off. Sure, I'd tolerate an insult here and there, but it's all the SNIFFING.
Oh, you think I don't notice, do you? You greasy son of a-
Calm Remus, remember, etiquette gentleman.
But I swear, if Snape sniffs me one more time I'll kick him in the nuts!
"Lupin, hand me the invisible root, there's a jar by the student cabinet." Snape was giving me that odd, hungry look. I suppressed a disgusted grimace and went to get the jar. I wanted to shudder as I felt, not only his, but several eyes on me- well, more like on my ass.
Damn, I wanted to scream.
I quickly grabbed the jar and went quickly back to my seat. "Here," I mumbled handing him the roots.
"Skin three of them," Snape was still eyeing me, ick, I think I'm gonna vomit.
"Whatever," I picked up a knife and tried to keep my eyes on- well this is hard. As the roots are INVISIBLE. How do people skin these things!
I felt so uncomfortable, I felt eyes on me from all over the room- I glanced up. I suppressed the urge to yell bloody murder, Slytherins and Gryffindors were EYEING me! Not the pleasant "hello, lets be friends" look but the "hello, lets be friends... with benefits" look!
Okay, so I couldn't help but shudder this time. Alright, how about trying to focus on the task at hand? Skinning invisible roots- easy enough, just peel softly-
Sniff.
My eye twitched, Snape just SNIFFED me. AGAIN. Okay, Remus, just peel- sniffing can't harm you-
Sniff.
I held back a scream, it wasn't Snape, some one was sniffing me from behind!
How long until this period ends? I thought to myself glumly.
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Severus Snape, a nasty piece of work: greasy, pale, big nosed, greasy, ugly, bony- and further more- greasy. Not exactly anyone's cup o' tea, eh?
What's even more disturbing is that he's sitting next to you, sniffing you- supposed "secretly", thinking you don't notice.
Heh, oh but Remus did indeed notice- just the sniffing of course.
Snape, being the "clever" teen he is, sent the young werewolf to fetch some ingredients, all the more enjoying the view of his nice round buns (AKA the god of an ass of that attached thy self to his legs).
Remus came back and sat down quickly (much to Snape's disappointment), showing many signs of discomfort.
The greasy Slytherin told Remus to skin the roots, all the while watching as he did so. Most people (normal people, anyway) would see the peeling as- well, peeling. But not Snape (or any other pheromone intoxicated male for that matter)- who was getting more aroused by the second.
Heh, just goes to show you: Invisible Root peeling can make the most interesting of hand gestures.
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More editing lovelies:D Looks better, fixed more spelling and grammar errors. Thanks to all who review! To all the new people, thanks much for reading!
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