"Aw...Pete...get away from me! You stink like last week's chicken dinner"
"And how would you know what a chicken dinner is like, Sirius, all you do is eat the sweets"
"Hey...I'm...a vegetarian"
Sirius, James and Peter were sitting in the first-year dormitory towards the end of January. Peter had been to Madame Pomfrey's about the skunk incident, but all she could do is give him a bottle of body soap and a packet of borscht. In other words, the boy needed to take a bath. How many 11-year-old boys do you know that willingly take baths?
"That's it, Pete, we are going to give you a bath NOW!" Sirius had had enough of the...smelliness..and refused to live with skunk-boy.
"I will...after I finish this page..." Peter said, trying to read his text-book. He had to do some homework for Transfiguration, and was not getting the peace and quiet he needed. He figured that when James and Sirius were in the room, he would never be able to work, but he could at least try.
"You've said that all weekend. C'mon! Please?" James said. Yes, it's true, it had only been three days since the "skunk incident", but...damn, three days was alot to deal with a smell like that.
"Let me finish the page." Peter said again. He was almost there...maybe if he could just reread the second to last paragraph, he's understand how to turn a needle into a jewlery box. He needed to reread the second to last paragraph, seeing as he was not paying attention to the words he read because of Chip and Dale on the other side of the bedroom. At this point, James and Sirius had enough.
"WHAT THE-?!" Peter was drenched in wated from head to toe, as well as his Transfiguration textbook. "Great, guys, just fantastic! Now, how am I supposed to finish my homework"
"Just because you're a little behind on the Transfiguration work does not mean we need to suffer...now, go in that stupid lavatory and wash up!" Sirius said, throwing the packet of borscht at him. (an- Borschtthe kind of soup stuff that got Chuckie got into and got all nice-smelling again in Rugrats)
"But"
"GO"
After about an hour of scrubbing, Peter smelled...well, stilll bad, but not as horrible as before.
"Now, what am I going to do about my ruined Transfiguration book?" Peter said, walking out with a towel around his waist.
"You put some pants on, and I'll fix the book." Sirius said. James threw Peter some pants, and Sirius lazily waved his wand at the book. "Scourgify"
Instantly, the book was dry, and Peter looked in astonishment as he put on his pants.
"Wow"
"When are you ever going to stop gawking at those spells. They're really not that hard." James said, laughing.
"When he can do them." Sirius said, laughing along with James.
"I know, I know...'than we'll be waiting for a very long time...'" Peter said, sighing as a sign of defeat, and laughing along. James and Sirius abruptly stopped, leaving Peter to laugh at himself...by himself.
"It's not funny when you dis yourself..." Sirius said, frowning.
"Haha...hehe..ahe..right." Peter said, stopping at once. "So, where's Remus now"
"Off visiting that mother of his again. Gosh, she sure is sick an awful lot." James said.
"I wish she could just kick the bucket already and leave poor Remus alone in his agony." Sirius said, looking down at his feet.
"...Wow...that's a horrible thing to say." James replied.
"Eh, it's the truth." "But it's still horrible." James persisted.
"Yeah..horrible." Peter said, and got two odd looks from James and Sirius.
"Er...whatever. Does anyone know when Remus is coming back?" Sirius asked, trying to sway the subject to a completely different matter.
"Nope. I'll bet you ten dollars though, that he comes back on Sunday afternoon." James replied, laying on his bed. "I'm bored"
"You could help me with Transfiguration." Peter suggested.
"Ok..." Sirius said, pointing his wand to the needle and mumbling something. Suddenly, the needle turned into a black, metal jewlery box.
"Now, you're just showing off.." Peter said, slumping down in his chair.
"Well, how are we supposed to help you." James said. "We can't do it for you forever. Learn it yourself"
"Wanna go down to the Three Broomsticks?" Sirius asked James.
"Sure...Peter, you wanna come?" James asked, grabbing his warmer robe.
"Nah, I'm going to practice until I get it right." Peter said, focusing on his now black jewlery box... "But I don't have a"
As James and SIrius were walking out, James pointed his wand behind his back and the jewlery box turned back into a needle.
"You are a showoff." Sirius said, laughing.
"Poor Peter must be so intimidated." James replied.
Sirius simply shrugged at this, and they walked in silence until they got to the witch's hump.
"Dissendium!" James said, tapping the witch's with his minute hand. "Gotta wonder where people come up with a word like...Dissendium"
"That's a question we'll need to find out, I guess." Sirius said, walking through the passage. "You know what we haven't done in a while? A good prank"
"You're right..." James said, "We'll need to pick up some dungbombs on the way to Madame Rosmerta"
"Madame Rosmerta...damn...you know"
"I know. She's hot. We all know. You know, it's time for you to get a girlfriend..." James said, sighing.
"But why? I mean, who needs girls, really?" Sirius said.
"You do, you horny berk"
"Thanks alot, Potter." Sirius said, blushing, and slightly grinning at the same time. "Hey, can we get some cockroach clusters and tell Remus they're nuts"
"Nah, he wouldn't fall for it...Lily though..." James said.
"You sure do talk about her alot." SIrius said, looking at the other prank candy.
"Do I really?" James replied, somewhat absentmindedly.
"Yeah...so we getting the Clusters?" Sirius asked.
"Um...up to you. I'll be over at the jokeshop." James said, walking out the door without a reply from Sirius. Sirius just shrugged and went on his way to pay for the clusters. He also picked up a levitating candy for Peter (because everyone knew how Peter hates heights...) on the way.
"What are you doing here?" The owner of the shop, who lived upstairs, asked with a menacing look.
"Um...it's my mother's birthday and"
"And you just wanted to surprise her with some bugs and a free flight to the ceiling, did you? Don't think I don't know who you are. I see you and the other boy sneaking through here every week. Are you a third year"
"Not...exactly"
"Do you have a form saying you can be here"
"....Not"
"Exactly. Wonderful. You're a liability to all of us here in Hogsmeade. Now, I want you and your little friend to get out of this place and not come back until your third year, WITH a signed permission slip, and even then, only on the allotted days. Do you understand me"
"Uh...ok...can I get"
"No, I will get your friend. You stay here. After I get you two back to the school, I think I will enjoy a nice talk with the Headmaster." With that, the owner apparated into thin air, Sirius still staring at the air that the old man had just been standing in. "Oh crap, now I have to get out of here..." Sirius tried to get through the trap door in the basement, but it was locked. Sirius tried Alohamora, but apparently, it didn't work. "You know, I really need to find something to open those doors"
Sirius then realized that talking to the Headmaster would mean another several days of detention, but worse yet, a banning from Hogmeade FOREVER! Sirius couldn't handle always having to sneak into Hogsmeade, and therefore, ran out of the store as fast as he could. He ran up the street and saw only two things: the Shrieking Shack and a sign that said "DO NOT ENTER!" Well...obviously, hiding behind the Do Not Enter was not exactly the ideal solution, but the Shrieking Shack scared everyone who passed by it, and Sirius, although never willing to admit it, was scared to death of ghosts who would tear him apart in that Shack...I mean, who wants that? Although, it would be a damn cool thing to put on a gravestone: Torn apart by ghosts....that would be hella cool!
Sirius, weighing his options here, ("Hide behind the sign, get caught, never go to Hogsmeade into Shrieking Shack, and...get torn apart by angry evil-Slytherin ghosts...") made up his mind quickly, and after looking at Honeydukes one last time, dove over the fence and through the door of the Shrieking Shack...or at least, diving right INTO the door.
"OW!" He screamed, as his head flew right into the door and collided with dark brown wood. He got up and started to thoroughly panic (even though, let's be honest with ourselves here, it wasn't that big a deal..but he's 11...so we'll cut him some slack with the over-dramatics) He looked around for something to get through the door with, and found a rock conveniently next to his butt.
"Ah...a rock conveniently next to my arse. Wonderful." And that rock then banged on the door repeatedly until something banged back.
Sirius screamed with all his might, and at once, a bunch of shopowners ran out of their stores to see who was being violently murdered, as that was the only reason a noise like that could have been made.
geez, I am making alot of references to dead people, aren't I? Oh well, thanks for reading anyways. Try to review, or I'll have to make up another dreadful song, only this time, it'll be IN the chapter, because I'm just very evil like that...