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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Insane Prompt Challenge
662 Quote: Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past. Jack London
This is for the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum
Are you crazy enough to do it Challenge
662. (object) Lighter
If You Dare Challenge
662. Snow Fight
Word count:427
Sirius flicked the lighter on and off several times watching the flame die. This had all been Remus' idea, and he was...well, he'd never admit he was nervous. Usually Remus' ideas were a lot more tame and a lot less...insane.
"Calm down, Padfoot, it's not like we're not all getting one," James stated with a laugh. Around them the snow fell. Sirius half debated making a snowball and throwing at James.
"I still...it's permanent Prongs."
"So, you're going to leave the marauders at some point? I thought that was permanent, Sirius? If you don't want to...well, I guess we don't have to go through with it."
"No, it's not that, magical tattoos aren't painful, are they?"
"Not a bit," Remus stated joining the pair in standing outside the tattoo shop in the snow.
"Good, I don't like pain," Sirius muttered. James rolled his eyes.
"I got the design right here, is this alright with everyone?" Remus asked holding out a sheet of paper. They looked at it and nodded.
"Where's Peter? I thought he was coming too?"
"I bet he chickened out. Boring."
"Maybe we should go look for him?" Sirius suggested.
"You just want to chicken out too, seriously, Sirius."
"Maybe I do...I don't know why I thought this was a good idea."
"You were drunk," Remus answered as they heard a pair of feet running towards them. "Looks like Wormtail didn't chicken out after all."
"Sorry, I got held up, there was this snow ball fight and these witches..." Peter tried to explain.
"And I missd it?!"
"They might still be there," Peter offered.
"Are we all done chickening out?" James asked. He'd already gotten one tattoo, a small golden snitch on his ankle.
"Yes," Peter and Remus answered dragging Sirius with them into the shop. The tattoo artist looked at them.
"Hello, James, these your friends?"
"Yes, we're here to get matching tats, Remus show him the sketch, please?" Remus handed the artist the paper. He nodded.
"I can do this, same place on everyone?"
"Yes, left foot," James answered. Sirius rolled his eyes. It had been James' idea to get them on their foot. Remus had suggested the left.
"I'll go first," Remus said. "Show you two that it's nothing to be scared of," he added looking pointedly at Sirius. Within an hour, all four of the marauders had matching tattoos on their left foot.
"That was fun!" Sirius exclaimed looking at it, he'd taken to wearing sandals, even though it was the dead of winter. "Maybe I'll get another one," he added.