things worth dying

by springleopard

Ever since third year, we've planned to get a flat together. I don't think any of us ever really thought about life after Hogwarts before that. Well - we'd thought about it, of course. But not as something that would happen to us. That June, we finally realized.

28. 28: Sirius

Sirius

Prongs finds me knee-deep in the lake, skimming stones.

"Prongs! Here, mate, one for you." I offer him a flat stone I've found.

"Ugh, no way, my hand is dying after that exam."

I guess that means that my potion would have eventually changed color, given enough stirring. I didn't have the patience to find out.

"Suit yourself." I'll throw it, then - waste of a good rock not to. I aim for a spot about five meters out, then turn back to face him.

Prongs has sprawled out on his back in the grass, hands pillowed under his head. He must have cast a drying charm; although the sun has come the ground is still wet from the morning's rain. "Tell me about our prank. It's gonna be great?"

"It's gonna be great," I confirm, grinning. "How do we get the professors to eat the chocolates too?"

Prongs chuckles. "That would be amazing. Honestly, though, how do we get anyone to eat them? Surely people will be suspicious; there's never been chocolate at meals before."

"True." I frown. "Maybe we could spike the pumpkin juice instead? I'm not sure we could get the elves on board though..."

"Ooh, yeah! We'll have to visit the kitchens while the elves are preparing lunch. You'll be under the invisibility cloak. I'll distract the elves while you spike the juice."

I grin. I've missed this.