I know this chapter is really short and bad, but it was rushed because I felt like I was long overdue to update this. I'm so so so sorry for not updating but I've been swamped with tests and studying. I'll try to update more consistently but with Christmas coming up it might be difficult. Please review telling me what you think.
Shit, fuck, shit, shit, shit. I know I was so pissed off with Sirius but did I have to go that fucking far? It's not even anything to do with me, I should have just fucking left him. Shit, Remus is the one who has every right to be pissed off, not me. James mentally scolded himself as he walked back to the common room. He didn't have a clue of what he was supposed to do now. Was he supposed to help Sirius or just let him look after himself? Urgh, don't be stupid James you have to help him, he's your best friend. Was. He was my best friend until I found out what he's really like, a lying backstabber. But then the rational side of his brain decided to input to the debate, he's really badly hurt though, what if there's something seriously wrong with him. If you don't bring him to the hospital wing, then at least help him clean up the cuts that you caused. Before he knew it he was standing in front of the common room entrance with the Fat Lady snoring loudly, her head drooping off to the side.
Sleep, sleep is what I need, I just need sometime to think it all over. Everything will be better in the morning. So with that decision he decided to wake up the Fat Lady by repeating the password very loudly, "Fortuna Major.'' But she still kept snoring, a little drool came from her mouth. So James once again repeated "Fortuna Major'' but this time his volume reached to a shout. Her head jerked up and her face moulded into one of irritation, "And might I ask why you are out at this time of night?''
"Fortuna Major'' James repeated one last time, his patience clearly wearing thin.
"Very well then, go in.'' The Fat Lady swung open and James climbed into the common room. Deep in thought he sat down on the plush armchair beside the fire, his head was whirling with different thoughts, he sat contemplating what he should do and how he should do it. And after a few hours of thought James' eyes began to droop and he accepted sleep gladly.
Whereas Sirius had managed to pass out on the bathroom floor, groaning he sat up, his head span round. He didn't know how he was supposed to stay conscious never mind stand up and walk to his bed. Gripping onto the sink for an inch of his life, he used all his strength to pull himself up into a standing pose. The room began to spin even more. He took one tentative step and stumbled forward, almost falling onto the floor. He then gripped tightly onto the door frame and somehow managed to crawl to his bed. Pulling himself up, he then proceeded to lie on the bed with every bone in his body aching. But he felt that he deserved it, he enjoyed the feeling of pain, he felt that it was fair, he thought that James should have done more. James hated him. Remus hated him. Peter hated him. But none of them could hate him as much as he hated himself.