Chapter two.

a/n: hope you like this chapter. James' diary this chappy.

disclaimer: not mine

9:30 pm – Detention.

That was so worth it! You should have seen Snivellus' face! It was priceless.

I know, Binns isn't watching; let's plan the next prank!

Padfoot, it's bad enough me having to write this thing without you putting your thoughts in too!

Hey! I bought that for you!

No you didn't. You found it near the shrieking shack and ripped out all the used pages!

Oh yeah. But I taught you the charm so you don't have to write in it!

No you didn't, Ellie Andrews taught it to me!

Why would she do that?

Cos' she didn't want me to tell you that it was her who made your arms shrink to the size of a banana.

What?

Whoops. Oh well. It had to come out sooner or later.

I'm so going to get her for that! She'll never know what hit her!

Whatever, oh shit, Binns is floating over here…

Diarecordium spell.

"Excuse me boys, what do you think you are doing?" Professor Binns asked,

"We are cleaning the floor." Sirius said innocently, as he scrubbed at a stain with a scrubbing brush.

"Your little prank ended up with my cat being soaked, cats hate water. Did you know that?"

"Yes, sir." James said,

"Good. Those tools seem to be doing hardly anything." He said, staring at the stain, "I will give you new ones." He flicked his wand, and two toothbrushes appeared on the floor.

"What? Professor Binns? That's my toothbrush, you can't expect me to use that?" James said,

"You will use them, or it will be fifty points from Gryffindor."

Diarecordium Spell Terminated.

I can't believe it, now I have to buy a new toothbrush!

Me too!

I've never seen Binns that angry, that was really weird.

Yeah, he must really love that cat. What a sad little life he leads.

Padfoot, he's a ghost.

So?

He's dead; he doesn't have a life to lead.

Oh yeah. Anyway, I heard Evan's screaming at you before we came here. What was that all about? Did you ask her out again?

No! She was going off about the prank, and I said, "It was Sirius' idea!"

And then she screamed, "You can't even take the blame, always trying to offload it on to someone else!"

She loves me; I know she does. One day she'll realize it and come running to me. How can she resist a gorgeous, strong, smart, athletic guy like me?

Anyway, I will have her, no matter what.

Whatever you reckon Prongs.

By the way, my Mum wants to take us to the Annual Wizarding Halloween Fair! As long as Dumbledore allows us to leave school for that night.

Really? Are we going? Please!

Fine, but I am not dancing naked under the full moon.

Ok, the nudity is optional as you well remember.

Oh wait, it's the full moon, we can't go.

Why not? Oh yeah. Remus.

Binns isn't watching, let's sneak out.

Ok…

CRASH!

My head!

My arm! Ow, the pain! The agony!

Come off it Padfoot, it did not hurt that much. It was just a bookshelf.

Just a bookshelf?

It didn't have any books on it!

It was still heavy! My arm is broken.

Stop being a baby, let's go, and hurry, before Binns realizes.

You mean he hasn't realized yet?

No, he's very vague. Hurry up!

I can't, my arm hurts. Carry me!

No, I will not carry you! Just get up!

Owwwwww! Prongs! That really hurt.

Hurry up Sirius! You're acting like a girl!

Hey! I am not a girl!

Then why are you complaining?

My arm is broken!

It is not broken, hurry up or I'll tell everyone about that time you went to a muggle movie dressed as a girl.

I'm up! I'm up!

Now let's scram.

10:16 pm, the dorm.

That was an eventful detention; Padfoot is still convinced he broke his arm. So I took him to the Hospital Wing. Here's what happened:

"Hello Madame Pom Poms." Sirius said

"Mr. Black, must you insist on calling me that?"

"It's either that or Poppy, Take your pick."

"Neither!" she said angrily, "I am a busy witch boys, what do you need?"

"I broke my arm." He said,

Madame Pomfrey looked at me; I just shrugged.

"I'll examine it for you. Then I don't want to see you two in here for at least four days!" she whispered, "How did this happen?"

"It fell out."

"Mr. Black, I refuse to believe that your arm just 'fell' out of the socket. Now tell me the truth."

"Well, we were in detention…"

"As usual." She said,

"We were in detention, and James ran into a bookshelf…"

"Correction; you ran into a bookshelf." I said,

"Fine, I ran into a bookshelf and it fell on me."

Madame Pomfrey smiled, and then started to laugh quietly. She took out her wand and tapped Sirius' arm.

"Ow! It hurts; it hurts. James she's trying to kill me!" Sirius wailed loudly.

"Be quiet Mr. Black, there are patients sleeping. And you know that did not hurt."

"Oh, right." He said, "Well, doc, what's the dognosis?"

Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow, " The Diagnosis, is that you are an attention seeking twit. Your arm is fine. Now go to bed!"

Then Sirius got into a huff, and stormed back to Gryffindor tower. Thankfully we didn't get caught. Anyway, he tripped over the stairs and fell. I just left him there so he went to sleep on the floor, in the common room!

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