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Chapter 2-When grease attacks!
James was settling down quite nicely when he heard a voice outside. Loud and strict.
"Sirius, remember the one rule!" The older man said. James recited the rule his father gave him, expecting something of the same sort, but instead, heard, "NO MUDBLOODS!"
James froze in his seat. What kind of father would teach that to his son? He looked out the train window, and saw the boy waling away.
He hoped the boy wouldn't come into his compartment. He didn't want to befriend anyone with that nature. 'Probably, the boy will be sorted into Slytherin, and I'll be done with him.' James thought, as the boy opened his compartment door.
"This seat taken?" He said, looking very sad. So sad, in fact, that James smiled.
"No. Come on and sit. First year?" He asked. The boy nodded.
"Sirius Black." He said, sitting down.
"James Potter."
"You...you didn't happen to hear, did you?" Sirius said with a frown on his face, "because I'm really nothing like my father. Why he must remind me every day, I don't know, but I'm not."
"It's ok. People aren't always like their fathers." Although James was still wary of befriending the boy, he had to pity him. After all, having a father who screams that is not a good trait to have. Especially in these times.
"So, are both your parents pure-I mean, magical?" Sirius said.
"Yes, in fact...I don't think I've ever had a muggle relative. They seem alright though, muggles." James said, with a thought. His neighbor had been a muggle, and she always gave him candy and the such.
"I've never met one." Siruis said with a grin. "But I like talking loudly about them to my little brother. Annoys my parents to hell and back."
"Does it really? I annoy my parents all the time, but just by asking them non-stop questions....and the occasional prank." James replied, and equally gleeful glint in his eye.
"Pranks?" Sirius looked up, directly in James' face now, "Have you ever done the one where you switch the shampoo bottle with the honey bottle?"
"Oh, I did that one years ago. Have you ever tried to mix in food coloring with the honey?" James replied. Sirius nodded.
"How about the one where-" Sirius started, but stopped as the compartment door opened again.
A greasy haired boy looked in the compartment.
"Oh no, it's Severus." Sirius said, rolling his eyes.
"Look, it's Sirius. Seen any mudbloods lately?" Severus said, in a horrible slimy voice that made James wrinkle his nose.
"What he sees will be more than what you see, through that greasey mop. Why don't you bug off, you berk," James retorted, before Sirius could say anything.
"Who are you?" The boy said, eyeing James.
"James Potter. And you'd be...a great lump of dung?" James said.
"Severus Snape, and if I were you, Potter, I'd be careful about what I said. You wouldn't want to get cheeky with the wrong sort, now would you?" Snape said, narrowing his eyes.
"Listen, Snivellus," Sirius said, jeking Snape out of his trance, "I don't know what you think is the wrong sort, but if you're talking about your so called 'vast knowledge' of hexes, be aware that poking your wand in someone's eye doesn't count."
"If I wanted a stupid mudblood-lover's opinion, I'd ask for it, you...blood-traitor!" Snape said.
"Go wash your hair." Sirius said, and Snape stormed out of the car.
"Sorry," he said to James, who was stunned that someone could be that...vulgar. "His father is nothing but a Dark Arts master who likes to put words in his sons mouth."
"How do you know him?" James asked.
"We have tea three times a week." Sirius said, with a grim smile. "But, oh well, I imagine he'll be in Slytherin and we can put some nasty hexes on him ourselves. After all, we'll both try our hardest for Gryffindor, won't we?"
"But, but..." James said, and thought of the words. "How can you be so sure?"
"That we'll both be in Gryffindor? Well, if you ask me, it's a matter of confidence. If you believe you belong in Gryffindor enough, the teachers will sort you there."
"How do we get sorted anyway?"
"I dunno, but wouldn't it be fun if you had to wrestle a troll or something dreadful like that?"
"Or maybe you have to-" But what they might have to do, was never heard, for there was another interuption.
"If this full? We've checked everywhere else, and it seems this is the only place with any space." A brown haired, rather lanky boy said, dragging along another brounet, although taller and fatter.
"No, we were just talking about the sorting actually. Are you both first years?" Sirius said, being quite the outgoing one.
"Y-yes." The second boy said. He looked shaken up, Sirius and James noted, as they looked at him closer.
"What do you think will sort us?" James asked.
"Nothing really. Just a hat." The first boy said.
"How do you know?" Sirius challanged, as if not believing him.
"My brother, Romulus, told me." He replied. "My name's Remus. Remus Lupin. What's yours?"
"James Potter. And this is Sirius Black."
"I-I'm..P-peter." The second boy said, holding out a trembling hand.
"You'll have to excuse him. He's just had a run in with a very greasy boy. Got hit with a leg-locker curse." Remus said, pointing to the shaking boy. "His name's Peter Pettigrew."
"Peter Pettigrew? PP?" Sirius said, laughing. James couldn't help but laugh either.
Remus, on the other hand, just sat there.
"Not very funny. In fact, it's quite vulgar." He replied, leaving Sirius and James with looks of utter bewilderment on their faces.
"How old are you?" Sirius said, first to voice the opinion. "Because you act...like, 30!"
"More like 300." James said, and the two started cracking up again. Even Peter started to loosen up after a few minutes of sincere silliness. (an-such an oxymoron...)
"So, how come Pete here isn't jumping around, looking like an overgrown bunny?" James said, imitating a rabbit.
"I, luckily, was passing by. I know the countercurses." Remus said, with comeplete sincerity on his face. He hadn't loosened up at all.
"Hey, James....what can we do to loosen this boy up?" Sirius said.
"I've got a few dozen dungbombs in my trunk, but they're for term."
"Well, those wouldn't work anyways, all they'd do would be to make the car unbearably smelly." Remus said.
"I have a can of silly string." Peter said quietly.
"Silly string...what's that?" James said.
"Oh, it's this stuff." Peter said, handing it over.
James' eyes widened as he looked at the can.
"So, what is it?" Sirius said.
James smiled and said, "watch...and learn."
Remus got a faceful of bright purple, gooey looking, string.
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So? Hm....maybe I should try to make it funnier...hm...lol...I'll try. I'm not too good at pranks. Any ideas?
Chapter 2-When grease attacks!
James was settling down quite nicely when he heard a voice outside. Loud and strict.
"Sirius, remember the one rule!" The older man said. James recited the rule his father gave him, expecting something of the same sort, but instead, heard, "NO MUDBLOODS!"
James froze in his seat. What kind of father would teach that to his son? He looked out the train window, and saw the boy waling away.
He hoped the boy wouldn't come into his compartment. He didn't want to befriend anyone with that nature. 'Probably, the boy will be sorted into Slytherin, and I'll be done with him.' James thought, as the boy opened his compartment door.
"This seat taken?" He said, looking very sad. So sad, in fact, that James smiled.
"No. Come on and sit. First year?" He asked. The boy nodded.
"Sirius Black." He said, sitting down.
"James Potter."
"You...you didn't happen to hear, did you?" Sirius said with a frown on his face, "because I'm really nothing like my father. Why he must remind me every day, I don't know, but I'm not."
"It's ok. People aren't always like their fathers." Although James was still wary of befriending the boy, he had to pity him. After all, having a father who screams that is not a good trait to have. Especially in these times.
"So, are both your parents pure-I mean, magical?" Sirius said.
"Yes, in fact...I don't think I've ever had a muggle relative. They seem alright though, muggles." James said, with a thought. His neighbor had been a muggle, and she always gave him candy and the such.
"I've never met one." Siruis said with a grin. "But I like talking loudly about them to my little brother. Annoys my parents to hell and back."
"Does it really? I annoy my parents all the time, but just by asking them non-stop questions....and the occasional prank." James replied, and equally gleeful glint in his eye.
"Pranks?" Sirius looked up, directly in James' face now, "Have you ever done the one where you switch the shampoo bottle with the honey bottle?"
"Oh, I did that one years ago. Have you ever tried to mix in food coloring with the honey?" James replied. Sirius nodded.
"How about the one where-" Sirius started, but stopped as the compartment door opened again.
A greasy haired boy looked in the compartment.
"Oh no, it's Severus." Sirius said, rolling his eyes.
"Look, it's Sirius. Seen any mudbloods lately?" Severus said, in a horrible slimy voice that made James wrinkle his nose.
"What he sees will be more than what you see, through that greasey mop. Why don't you bug off, you berk," James retorted, before Sirius could say anything.
"Who are you?" The boy said, eyeing James.
"James Potter. And you'd be...a great lump of dung?" James said.
"Severus Snape, and if I were you, Potter, I'd be careful about what I said. You wouldn't want to get cheeky with the wrong sort, now would you?" Snape said, narrowing his eyes.
"Listen, Snivellus," Sirius said, jeking Snape out of his trance, "I don't know what you think is the wrong sort, but if you're talking about your so called 'vast knowledge' of hexes, be aware that poking your wand in someone's eye doesn't count."
"If I wanted a stupid mudblood-lover's opinion, I'd ask for it, you...blood-traitor!" Snape said.
"Go wash your hair." Sirius said, and Snape stormed out of the car.
"Sorry," he said to James, who was stunned that someone could be that...vulgar. "His father is nothing but a Dark Arts master who likes to put words in his sons mouth."
"How do you know him?" James asked.
"We have tea three times a week." Sirius said, with a grim smile. "But, oh well, I imagine he'll be in Slytherin and we can put some nasty hexes on him ourselves. After all, we'll both try our hardest for Gryffindor, won't we?"
"But, but..." James said, and thought of the words. "How can you be so sure?"
"That we'll both be in Gryffindor? Well, if you ask me, it's a matter of confidence. If you believe you belong in Gryffindor enough, the teachers will sort you there."
"How do we get sorted anyway?"
"I dunno, but wouldn't it be fun if you had to wrestle a troll or something dreadful like that?"
"Or maybe you have to-" But what they might have to do, was never heard, for there was another interuption.
"If this full? We've checked everywhere else, and it seems this is the only place with any space." A brown haired, rather lanky boy said, dragging along another brounet, although taller and fatter.
"No, we were just talking about the sorting actually. Are you both first years?" Sirius said, being quite the outgoing one.
"Y-yes." The second boy said. He looked shaken up, Sirius and James noted, as they looked at him closer.
"What do you think will sort us?" James asked.
"Nothing really. Just a hat." The first boy said.
"How do you know?" Sirius challanged, as if not believing him.
"My brother, Romulus, told me." He replied. "My name's Remus. Remus Lupin. What's yours?"
"James Potter. And this is Sirius Black."
"I-I'm..P-peter." The second boy said, holding out a trembling hand.
"You'll have to excuse him. He's just had a run in with a very greasy boy. Got hit with a leg-locker curse." Remus said, pointing to the shaking boy. "His name's Peter Pettigrew."
"Peter Pettigrew? PP?" Sirius said, laughing. James couldn't help but laugh either.
Remus, on the other hand, just sat there.
"Not very funny. In fact, it's quite vulgar." He replied, leaving Sirius and James with looks of utter bewilderment on their faces.
"How old are you?" Sirius said, first to voice the opinion. "Because you act...like, 30!"
"More like 300." James said, and the two started cracking up again. Even Peter started to loosen up after a few minutes of sincere silliness. (an-such an oxymoron...)
"So, how come Pete here isn't jumping around, looking like an overgrown bunny?" James said, imitating a rabbit.
"I, luckily, was passing by. I know the countercurses." Remus said, with comeplete sincerity on his face. He hadn't loosened up at all.
"Hey, James....what can we do to loosen this boy up?" Sirius said.
"I've got a few dozen dungbombs in my trunk, but they're for term."
"Well, those wouldn't work anyways, all they'd do would be to make the car unbearably smelly." Remus said.
"I have a can of silly string." Peter said quietly.
"Silly string...what's that?" James said.
"Oh, it's this stuff." Peter said, handing it over.
James' eyes widened as he looked at the can.
"So, what is it?" Sirius said.
James smiled and said, "watch...and learn."
Remus got a faceful of bright purple, gooey looking, string.
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So? Hm....maybe I should try to make it funnier...hm...lol...I'll try. I'm not too good at pranks. Any ideas?