No, Really.
Maybe.
Being Potter's best friend left a lot to be desired. Like integrity for one thing. Which I was missing at that moment. I was standing at the top of the stairs, trying to remain inconspicuous which a bag of charmed, glow in the dark feathers. Yeah, glow in the dark. So if I ever wanted to skulk in the shadows, my plan would be blown.
'Cause I happen to be very hot when I skulk. Skulking is good.
I looked down to see Potter come flailing around the corner of the steps, a few flights down trailed closely by a singing Peeves. Our evil plan was working.
My urge to suddenly explode in maniacal laughter was interrupted by the screams of Potter. It could've passed for a girl's and I momentarily hoped I could save this damsel from.. Whatever. (I do everything from rat infestations to prudeness) But I could tell that scream from a mile away. I stared down.
GASP! He was covered in glue!
.. Shit.
This was clearly not good for our image as trouble-makers. First the frogs.. And then this? Ugh. We really need to work on being smooth. I stood nervously looking over the side wondering what the hell I was supposed to do now? Moony would be coming around with Professor Sylvie and 5.. 4.. 3.. 2..
"What in the world is going on here?"
Peeves turned from the totally-freaking out Potter and the bombs flew from his hand. Moony ducked elegantly and glue smacked all over Professor's hair. Another smacked her in the back. She screeched as a grin began to spread across my face in triumph. I opened the feathers mischievously and--
WHACK!
The bag went flying from my hands, down into the foyier. I whipped around. "BLOODY HELL! WHO DID THAT!"
Peter Pettigrew was sprawled on the floor beside my feet. He whimpered out, "S-s-sorry, Sirius!"
My wand automatically flew to my hand. He stared at it, paralyzed in fear. (As he should.) "I'm going to curse you so bad that--"
"MR. BLACK!"
I looked down at the scene of the crime, disregarding Peter dashing away down the hall. James was covered in feathers. Peeves was laughing hysterically from the ceiling and Professor Sylvie stood furiously, covered in glue. I shoved my wand back in my robes. "Yes, Professor?"
"You and Mr. Potter have a lot of explaining to do."
Short, I know. It took long too but I've been busy this summer. I have a lot of other writing on my mind, not to mention soccer, tennis, vacations, and my forum. I'll be going to London for a week, so don't expect anything too soon.