Freaky Friday: Part III

Breakfast seemed normal enough. Sirius and James walked closer than normal towards their usual seat and to a casual bystander, it looked like the two boys were dating. There were snickers here and there but they were all quickly quieted up with some heavy glares due to James part.

He didn't want his Lily-flower to think he liked blokes! She'd be heartbroken!

Nevertheless, the boys sat stonily down and shoved huge amounts of food into their mouths as they looked around suspiciously. Peter Pettigrew raised an eyebrow at the strange pair but stayed quiet as a mouse while he frantically tried to finish his Transfiguration essay that was due last week.

Sirius picked up the salt, adding it to his eggs. But at that time, James was in a middle of a tug-and-war over the maple syrup with a first year and accidentally threw his elbow back, making Sirius throw some salt over his left shoulder.

"Sorry, mate." James glared at the first year that scurried off. But Sirius wasn't listening, for he was staring horridly at the salt resting on his shoulder.

"PRONGS, WHAT DID YOU DO?" screeched Sirius, patting his shoulder dry. "YOU CURSED ME EVEN HARDER!"

James gaped. "MERLIN, I AM SO SORRY!"

"SORRY ISN'T GONNA CUT IT!" Sirius undid the salt's lid and dumped the remainder on his friends shoulder.

"I KNOW YOU DIDN'T DO WHAT I THINK YOU JUST DID!" yelled James, shoving himself into a standing position and leering over his friend. Sirius, not one to back out of a challenge, stood up and the boys went into a heated staring contest.

This would have gone on for hours if a large bee hadn't decided to land on James nose.

Silence descended the Great Hall as everyone's eyes landed on the cool Gryffindor. James was sweating profusely as he watched the giant bumblebee walk around his nose, making that dreaded buzzing noise.

"P-P-Padfoot," chocked out James, who was trying to stay as still as possible. He heard somewhere that if a person didn't move if a bumblebee was on them, the bee would just buzz off.

But apparently Sirius had never heard such a thing, because while James was trying to mimic a scarecrow, Sirius managed to slip something behind his back.

"Hold still, mate!" cautioned Sirius.

"Hey, Padfoot," whispered James excitedly, "I think the bee is gonna fly – OUUUUUUCCH!" He fell on the floor, moaning in agony as he clutched the nose Sirius had just smacked with a jug – a freakin' metal jug.

Sirius crouched on the floor as he glanced at his friend worriedly. "What's wrong? Didn't I get the bee off?"

James slowly uncovered his nose with his hand and Sirius gasped. His nose was red and beginning to bruise and there was an unmistakable bee-like sting smack in the middle. Looks like Sirius hadn't saved the day after all.

Sirius scampered into a standing position, backing up with his hands held up. "Listen – "

James stood up slowly, taking his time on purpose to scare his friend further. Once he was finally in a standing position, he held up a hand.

"Five," counted James softly.

Sirius was confused. "Huh? Did I hit you in the head or something?"

"Four,"

"Uh, listen, Prongs," stuttered Sirius, "I didn't mean it! I was trying to save you!"

"Three,"

"Oh, bloody hell!" Sirius turned on his heel and ran out of the Great Hall with James close behind. They ran throughout the school. Through classrooms – abandoned and not abandoned. They ran through dormitories – male and female. They ran through the kitchens and finally across corridors.

They would have dashed across the Hogwarts corridors all day if it weren't for that pesky lone banana peel draped on the floor. Sirius saw it, but he was running to fast to dodge or brake. His foot slammed on top of the fruit, making him slide across the hallway. His arms waved around wildly, trying to grab on to something – anything – to regain his balance. Fortunately, his hand managed to grab something.

Unfortunately, that something happened to be Snape's slick hair.