For Saint Patrick;
I'm not sure what he did,
But he's a saint,
I'm not,
So, here's to him.
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Sirius is bold
James is Regular
Remus is underlined
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What're you doing?
I'm a rebel. I'm having a rebellion.
So, again I ask: What're you doing?
I'm having a sodding rebellion. Go away.
Why is your hair green, then?
It's part of my rebellion. Green is the new purple, you know.
Bruise-y and reminiscent of a dinosaur?
Shut up.
NO. Why. Is. Your. Hair. Colours.
Because Shut up, that's why.
You're incorrigible.
You're annoying.
Oh, yeah? Well.... your hair is green, so there!
Wow. I forgot you were five years old.
An easy thing to forget, no?
Indeed. You're usually so mature....
I haven't forgotten that your hair's green, you know.
Damn. And I tried so hard.
Indeed. Now SUCCUMB, GOOD SIR!
Fine. It was James.
Really? Then why are you glaring at the firsties in the corner? .... Seriously, quit it. They're wetting themselves... Damnit, Sirius I'll have to clean that up!
Make a Sirius joke and die.
I might think about it I you won't just tell me what he did!
Fine. .
Really, Sirius?
FINE! James. Taught. All. Of. Those. Firsties. . Corner. A. Bit. Of. Transfiguration. To. Turn. My Hair. GREEN. And. Paid. Them. Each. A Galleon. To. Get IT. Done. HAPPY?
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Stop laughing.
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Seriously. It's not that funny!
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Hey, gents!
If you can't tell, I'm giving you a death glare right now. I hate you.
Why ever would you be doing that?
Doe eyes don't work on me, James. I live with you, remember? I still hate you.
Aw, come on, Sirius! It's reversible!
It's my hair. You don't mess with a man's hair, James.
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Now you're laughing, too? Do either of you mind if I just inconspicuously jump off the roof?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just the thought of all the midgets taking you down... Ahh... Fond memories.
They tackled him too? That's too rich!
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Great, James. You've got him laughing again.
Sorry, buddy ol' pal. It IS pretty hilarious.
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Oh, don't grumble, remember the time you put a bunch of ladies knickers and bras labeled James' up on the Great Hall walls with a Permanent Sticking Charm? Just consider it payback.
Payback, shmayback. I DIDN'T TAINT YOUR HAIR, JAMES.
You're so vain.
You're utterly conniving.
Ladies, ladies. Are we really back to this?
Yes.
Queen.
CAN WE GET BACK TO THE SUBJECT OF WHY MY HAIR'S GREEN!
You really enjoy capitals.
Astute, James.
Thank you, Remus. I'd actually like to discuss something else.
The fact that you're a conniving rat-bastard?
Go away if you're just going to be bitter, Sirius. I want to discuss Saint Patrick's Day, actually.
Ooh. I'm interested.
Alcohol is mentioned and your ears prick up. Can you spell alcoholic?
Billy No-Mates.
Alky.
Book-Molester.
Boxer-Sniffer.
That was one time, and I was drunk.
Admitting it is not part of the game, Sirius! I also rest my case.
What?
COULD WE PLEASE GET BACK TO PLANNING THE WONDERFUL FEAST OF SAINT PATTY?
You enjoy capitals.
Astute, Sirius.
I feel like we're going in circles.
We are.
ANYWAY.
Yeeess. Eating, drinking, and being merry.
All of which go hand-in-hand in Marauders-land.
Should we do a prank?
No.
Fun-sucker.
I'm not going to retaliate.
AAND once again you SUCK the FUN out of everything!
Shut up, Sirius. Why not, Remus?
We're seventh-years now, shouldn't we be more mature?
Um, mature? Patrick just rolled in his grave, Remus.
What? Can't we be mature and celebrate the feast of a famous Irish bishop at the same time?
Remus? Aren't you Irish?
Partly, from my Dad's side.... Why?
If you were truly Irish, then you would know that the answer is NO, NO, and HELL NO.
Sirius, your ancestors are from Wales.
So?
You're not truly Irish either. None of us are.
I'm offended!
You're all-the-way-through British, though, James.
Nuh-Uh! My mum's from.... France...
Where in France?
Erm... The... French...part?
Oh. That one.
He was lying, you know, Sirius.
Oh! Um.... shame, James! Lying about your parentage!
God. We're like children in a room of shiny things.
How's that?
He means easily distracted.
Oh. Yes, we are.
So... What are the plans, then?
Umm... Invisibility Cloak to Hog's Head where we get blind drunk in honour of the best Saint ever?
Agreed.
Agreed.
Agreed.
Wow. I can't believe we've done this every year....
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A/N: Hello again, lovelies.
What's the meaning of this, you ask? I dunno. It's mainly inspired by the fact that, though I tried to plan something interesting with my friends this Val's Day, like go to a bar or, oh, I don't know, actually have a boyfriend, we still ended up doing the same thing: wolfing Peep hearts (ugh, so gross) and watching the Val's Trio (Sleepless in Seattle, Titanic, and Sixteen Candles) and bemoaning the serious lack of man-i-tude in our town.
So... wishing you all the best of luck for St. Patty's. Go out and drink something green, whether it be milk or martini.
The green thing is a must, though.