Prongs,
Have no fear, I'll be home by Sunday. You'll have to deal with the mutt until then, I'm afraid, though I doubt he's missing me. He's probably just being melodramatic, as per usual! I'll be back around midday, there's a Hogwarts Express leaving london that morning to deliver some packages, I'll be on that train.
Hello, Peter.
Remus.
Double transfiguration was never a highlight in Sirius Black's day. Though his love of Minerva McGonnagal was only beaten by his love of custard cream biscuits and Remus' bed, poor old Minnie was much more fun outside the classroom, and he didn't often have the energy to create the carefully co-ordinated chaos that was necessary to disrupt a Minnie lesson.
No, in order to truly disrupt one of Minnie's marvelous lessons, an individual had to put some effort in. One could not expect to walk into the classroom and merely set off a dungbomb or two, no, Minnie put up a fight. Minnie could counteract even the most complex of charms, outwit even the most experienced of pranksters, and punish like no other teacher in this godforsaken school.
Normally, it would take more than these minor inconveniences to deter the canine from pranking. It would take certain death or tickle torture to prevent Sirius from doing something rash and dangerous and fun. However, Sirius mused, he had hardly had a normal month.
The absence of his favourite werewolf was still on his mind, despite the fact it had been three weeks. Every day seemed a bit more awkward, as if he was walking without a limb, there was something so tangible missing that he couldn't really function properly.
Shaking his head lightly, Sirius turned to face his oldest friend, who sat looking disinterestedly at McGonnagal. His eyes were almost disengaged, completely ignoring the instructions of their teacher. "Prongs?" The eyes refocussed rapidly, turning to face Sirius in a daze.
"Hmm?" James pushed his glasses up his nose, glancing worriedly at Sirius. "What's up Pads?" Sirius shrugged, waiting expectantly for James to do... something. However, the be-speckled boy had more pressing things to concern himself with, namely sparing a glance at the beauty sat in the front row. Sirius followed his friend's eyeline, and couldn't prevent his eyes from rolling sarkily.
Lily Evans-eventually-to-be-Potter was one of Sirius Black's mortal enemies. Not only due to her inability to just give his best friend a single simple date, which he could understand. Nor was it her friendship with that toad Snape - all that showed was that the girl had a few screws loose in her old noggin. No, in reality, it was her ability to remove Remus from his clasp that really pissed the dark haired teen off.
Remus was to Lily what Sirius was to James. A friend who provided permanent promise of excitement, who could tell the truth, who could almost read your mind. As such, Lily had a way of dragging Remus away from whatever pressing business Remus was seeing to with Sirius, with merely a tug on his arm. She liked to claim she only took him when it was most important, but Sirius knew better.
Yes, Lily Evans-eventually-to-be-Potter had ulterior motives. Lily Evans-eventually-to-be-Potter wanted his wolfy friend all to herself. And Sirius would not let that stand.
Therefore, Sirius decided, he would find little miss perfect after lessons, and sort this out in the mature, down to earth, responsible manner which he was famed for.
"SIRIUS ORION BLACK!!"
"Got to love a feisty girl, eh? Though I must say, the drowned rat look is none too flattering on one Lily Evans. You'd think by now she'd have learnt how to use a hair-drying charm or something... We're living in the 20th century, yet you'd think she'd just walked out of middle-England." Sirius muttered to Peter, before flashing a gleaming smile at the furious redhead in front of him. The pair sat under a willow (of the non-whomping variety), whilst James sat a little way away, collecting his scrolls as they rolled in the wind.
"Evans. Always a pleasure."
"30 points off Gryffindor for throwing a prefect into the lake, Black. I had hoped that you and Potter might have grown out of this immature phase by fifth year, but it looks like my hopes have been, once again, dashed." Lily rambled, as Sirius raised an eyebrow in amusement. He was about to respond, when he spotted his dark haired companion jogging his way to where the trio now stood. Sirius winced minorly - whilst the Black teen had no qualms about angering a certain redhead, he knew that James would see this as an opportunity to 'woo' his crush.
James Potter was smart. He was funny. He was attractive.
But he had no clue whatsoever when it came to girls. Or at least the only one that mattered.
"My darling Lilyflower, I want you to be assured that I had no role in this horrific plot to get you all wet!" James called, falling to his knees in front of the object of his affections. "Although, petal, I must point out that your breasts are looking particularly swell und-"
"POTTER!! Detention for a month for referring to the swellness of a prefect's breasts." Lily yelled, her face blushing to match her hair.
"But my precious ginger angel-" James started, stopping swiftly as Lily stomped towards him with fury radiating from every fiber of her being. She stopped inches from his face, staring into his brown eyes angrily.
"You finish that sentence, Potter, and I will hex you into next week. Now get inside and stop making a scene." Lily practically hissed, before stepping away from the commotion. However, when she got to Sirius, she stopped suddenly, and Sirius suddenly realised that her eyes had softened slightly as she turned to face him. "Has Remus been in touch with you?" She whispered, her eyes remaining facing forward.
"Yes. He'll be here Sunday." Sirius replied under his breath, not willing to lie about his friend.
"Thanks, Black." Lily replied, before walking onwards and into the castle. James sighed softly, leaning back against the willow as the crowd dispersed.
"Mark it, Peter. 22nd September, 1975, rejection number 346; It appears the future Mrs Potter does not appreciate comments about her breasts. Make sure to keep note of this, Peter, it could be valuable information when opportunity 347 comes a-knocking."
James raised an eyebrow as he walked out of the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth, watching Sirius climb into the missing marauder's bed. Crossing his arms and cocking his head, he questioned his friend silently, wondering why on earth Sirius was in the werewolf's bed.
"Its comfy." The boy in the bed stated, off-put by his rambunctious friend's silence. "I thought since Remus wasn't here, it would be OK if I borrowed his nice warm tidy bed." James kept staring, uncrossing his arms to complete the brushing of his teeth. "I will be out of it by the time Remus is back, he'll never know I was there." James rolled his eyes, removing the toothbrush from his mouth.
"You know that Remus would give you that bed if you asked for it. He's offered it to you a million times before." James stated, sitting on the end of the bouncy bed. After bouncing a few times, smiling, James diverted his attention back to Sirius.
"Yes, but your own food never tastes as good as the chips off someone else's plate." Sirius stated, cuddling into the pillow below his head. "I bloody love being in Remus Lupin's bed." James raised an eyebrow at this, causing Sirius to release a bark like laugh. "You know what I mean! I can't wait for the boy to get home."
"Me neither mate, me neither."
AN: Sorry its so short - I've had an awful awful week, culminating in me faceplanting and smashing my face beyond recognition. I'm going in for emergency dental work tomorrow, and I'm completely petrified - I've never even had a filling before!!
However, after the dental stuff tomorrow, I'm going to work on the next chapter, which is already partially written, and is considerably better than this. Love to all my reviewers =) xxx
