Fic: A-Z Drabbles
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sunspotTitle: A-Z Drabbles, Marauder-Style
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Potter/Sirius Black
Rating: Between 'G' and 'R'
Word Count: 2600
Summary: 26 drabbles, not all connected in one thread, just little pieces
Author's Notes: Originally written for a drabble challenge community on lj. posted here all in one shot to save my own sanity from making 26 individual posts. Title for each one is the prompt word. Posted here in alphabetical order, not the order they were originally written.
Acumen
NEWTs were fast approaching and because of them, no one wanted to do anything but sit about and study. Sirius was getting unbearably bored.
"Jaaaaaames," he whispered into his friend's ear. "Play with me."
James was obviously not listening.
"I don't want to be a smarty-smart-smart, I want to run around… James!" James jumped.
"God, Sirius, what?"
Sirius leaned in and kissed his neck. "Can we do something fun now? Instead of studying for Charms?"
James laughed and kissed Sirius back and then shoved him off the arm of the chair. "We can play later, Padfoot, I need to study."
Bloviate
As Slughorn babbled on about this or that difficult potion that he had brewed, Sirius stared around the class. Everyone else seemed as bored as he was. James was drooling and his eyes had glazed over. Even Remus was having trouble staying upright.
"Stop fidgeting, you prat," Severus Snape hissed.
"Oh, I bet you love this, eh Snivellus? I bet you adore this sort spew. I bet you want to be a professor just like Slughorn one day," Sirius grinned.
Snape pulled out his wand, teeth gritted. James winked to Sirius over his shoulder and shoved Snape into a cauldron.
Cicatrix
Madam Pomfrey had healed it in the blink of an eye, but it hadn't eased the guilt. "You boys will be the end of me," she muttered, sending them out.
"How is it, James?" Sirius asked, patting James' shoulder worriedly.
James squirmed. "I can feel it."
Back in Gryffindor Tower, they discovered that James had a thin, white scar running across the back of his neck. It stood out horribly against his pink skin. Sirius looked at his hands.
"It wasn't your fault, Sirius," James assured him. "You couldn't have known that extra Doxy egg would make the cauldron explode."
Dystopia
"A what?" Sirius screeched.
"A camping trip, Mister Black," Professor Dumbledore said again.
"And we have to go with Slytherin?"
"That is the idea, Mister Black."
Sirius was fuming the whole evening while James and Remus were trying to help him finish his Herbology essay. "A whole week in a tent with Snape, this is stupid," Sirius muttered, trying to mop up the ink he had just spilled all over the last four inches of his paper.
James patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. "I know, Sirius, but we'll live."
"I bloody hope so, Potter, or someone's going to die."
Ersatz
By the end of the relationship, Sirius really didn't want to see James ever again. Unfortunately, stupid promises were made and here Sirius stands at the altar with his supposed 'best friend' waiting for the stupid music to start so this day can be over and he can go home to his cheap gin and tonic.
Here comes the bride, thinks Sirius as Lily starts down the aisle. James only has eyes for her and even Sirius can see that, though the ache of James' leaving still hurts when Sirius is alone in the dark.
She really does look lovely…
Fealty
"Oh god, James, yes, right like… uggggh." Sirius comes all over the sheets and himself and James' hands. He's nearly in tears.
James kisses his face and his arms and whispers comforting phrases into his ear.
"I love you, James," Sirius whispers back, and James knows he means it. "I do, I know I've been an ass lately, but I love you and I always will."
James' heart stops for a moment, then resumes beating abnormally loud.
"I'd do anything for you James, you know that, right?" James kisses Sirius to quiet him. "Anything. I want to belong to you."
Gravitas
James cried and cried and Sirius didn't know what to say.
They were at the Potter's dual funeral and Sirius was feeling totally empty. These people had been his almost-parents and he felt nothing inside but an odd coldness. Sirius resigned himself to holding on to James and resenting himself for not feeling bad.
"Padfoot… Can we go?" James broke Sirius out of his thoughts
"Yeah, James, let's go."
They stood up and snuck out the back. Sitting on the curb and sucking fiercely on a cigarette didn't make either one of them feel better. "I miss them," James whispered.
Halcyon
James and Sirius had skipped Potions on the first day of spring. Remus was being a student and wouldn't come with them, so they headed down to the lake alone.
It wasn't all bad, without Remus, because they could sit a little closer without anyone caring. "Sirius, look!" James pointed at a green bird circling a spot above the water. "It's a Halcyon!"
"Aren't they extinct?" They sat on the shore and watched the legendary bird floating in the sky. James slipped his arm around Sirius's shoulders and Sirius's head rested on James and everything was right in the world.
Iota
"All right, where is he?" James shouted, flying down the stairs into the Common Room. Sirius had ducked under the table. "Where did he go?" James yelled again.
Sirius clung to Remus' knees, silently begging him not to cave.
"He's dead this time, no excuses!" Before anyone could even ask, Sirius slid out from under the table and threw his arms around James.
"Oh please, dearest and oldest friend, don't murder me now! I am sorry! So, so sorry," Sirius 'wept' into James shoulder.
James shoved him. "You're not even trying to be sincere."
Sirius grinned and winked to Remus.
Jejune
History of Magic was the single dullest place on earth. They had even asked Remus, who verified this with his many books. Ten minutes in, and James was about ready to claw his own eyes out for a reason to leave. Fire, a rabid Thestral, attack of zombies, anything would do.
Just when James was about to give up hope, Sirius poked him in the shoulder and motioned for him to cover his eyes. A huge burst of light and a loud shattering noise sounded through the room. The thick fog that now blanketed the class was the perfect escape.
Kismet
It was written in the stars.
'Sirius Black was here!' said the stars. James rolled his eyes and charmed the writing off his Astronomy homework, which unfortunately took all his work with it. He groaned and started re-filling in his star chart by copying off Remus' completed one.
As he finished, James started to think about Sirius and how annoyed he should be about Sirius destroying his Astronomy homework, but he can't bring himself to be upset. James thought it must be fate if Sirius was the most annoying person ever and James could still be able to love him.
Loquacious
There were nights when James just wanted to sleep. Those were usually the same nights that Sirius wanted to frolic and chatter. There never seemed to be any middle ground.
"Padfoot, how about we play a game?" Sirius agreed enthusiastically; he loved games. "It's called 'Just Bloody Shut Up'," James explained. "You'll love it. I bet you'll win."
Sirius groaned.
"No, no, don't get angry. It's a great game. Moony loves it, right?"
Remus grunted something from his own bed.
"Just play for a bit."
Sirius sat up primly on the bed. "Really now, you're talking more than I am."
Modicum
There were some days when Sirius Black didn't feel like being the class clown. He was tired of being the goofy one, the skirt chaser, or the obnoxious loudmouth. He wanted people to realize that he was quite smart and he was more than willing to work hard at something instead of always passing the work off to his friends. James was the only one who seemed to notice this. He smoothed Sirius hair out of his eyes and they talked about the aspirations they had for the future. James treated him like an equal instead of a little kid.
Nefarious
No one had any idea...
James felt a chill up his spine when Sirius got that glint in his eyes. That was the glint that brought James hours of enjoyment of all sorts, but also hours of detentions.
Unfortunately, judging by the way Sirius was also rummaging in his pockets for something and Peter was craning his neck in all directions, James figured it would be a day that brought detention.
The small square packet that Sirius had brought out did not look like much, but it was making the slightest squeaking noise and jiggling a little.
Then it happened.
Obtuse
Sirius was really at a loss. It really wasn't every day that one was confronted with the idea of confessing love to their best friend. Sirius had been toying with this plan for the last six weeks. All different variations of telling James how he felt had been explored and still Sirius didn't know what he was going to do.
In the end, Sirius would find the words he needed and all would be right in his world again, but in the meantime, sexy James and his messy hair and his easy grin were making things very difficult for Sirius.
Plethora
The vast amount of junk on the floor told Sirius that James was missing something. He voiced this and received a nasty glare in return.
"My Cloak. I can't find it."
Sirius got down on his knees to help James look for it. It wasn't in James trunk, or under his bed or anywhere else they looked. Their search eventually escalated into a yelling match (James accused Sirius of hiding it) and then into a full out wrestling match on the floor of the dormitory (Sirius didn't like being accused).
Downstairs, Remus read unmolested for the first time in weeks.
Quaff
The Firewhiskey tasted even better by the third bottle. The night after the last exam was rowdy as all get out, but nowhere in the school was as noisy as the seventh year dormitory in Gryffindor Tower.
"Drink up, James, for tonight is a special night!" Sirius grinned, spilling whiskey all over Peter. "We are officially graduated now! We're free people!"
The four Marauders clinked glasses and drank deeply. The bottle was empty before James even had a chance to blink, it seemed. Luckily, Sirius had prepared for this eventuality and had secured a fourth bottle.
"To us, my friends!"
Riposte
James grinned to himself as he and Sirius worked on their latest prank. There was a tangible feeling of revenge in the air as they tweaked and poked at things with their wands. Snape had gone too far and neither thought that the latest 'exploding parchment that will cause his hair to fall out and turn his skin bright blue' was too harsh.
Unfortunately, Remus thought it was and he confiscated the dangerous experiment. James and Sirius had to slink away to the dormitory and plan a new revenge on Snape and Remus, who had only brought it on himself.
Schadenfreude
Screwing up his face and trying not to burst out laughing gave Sirius a look like a gnome. James stood in the center of the dormitory, glaring ferociously at everyone.
It looked as if Lily had beat him around the head with the flowers he brought her as an apology gift.
"She didn't take it too well then, did she?" Peter finally asked.
Sirius bit hard on his tongue because he knew laughing would mean his death.
James whipped out his wand and cast a Body Bind on Peter before anyone could move.
"Anyone else have anything funny to say?"
Tryst
Stars danced behind his eyes when James kissed him. Sirius growled and almost pulled away when James bit his tongue harder than he meant to, but James tasted so good, his body felt so right that Sirius couldn't bring himself to do it.
Instead, he bit back. James growled like an animal and dragged Sirius from the wall to throw him into the bed. Hands slid up and down lean bodies and lips trailed everywhere.
At times like these, Sirius thought that James was rather like a Greek god, bedding many mortals, and Sirius didn't mind being one of them.
Utopia
Sirius was sprawled on his back, naked. The sun shone through the window and the curtains moved ever so slightly. James was still sleeping, curled in the crook of Sirius's arm; his fingers were cold against Sirius's warm skin.
Sirius poked James in the nose gently to wake him. "It's two in the afternoon, Prongs," Sirius said quietly. "Wake up."
James blinked a few times before he focused on Sirius and he grinned. "What can I say?" he mumbled. "I was tired."
Just as James leaned in for a kiss, Sirius woke up, alone and cold in his Azkaban cell.
Votary
Sirius Black was a ‘mischief enthusiast'. He was the same way about creating chaos as some people were about collecting stamps or spark plugs. If there was ever a boy who loved wreaking havoc more than Sirius, why then, he never spoke up.
James had put up with this propensity for a long time and in good faith, but tonight he was nearing the end of his rope. "Padfoot, leave be and let's go to bed."
Nevertheless, Sirius, faithful to the task, would not go to bed until he had glued every single piece of Remus's clothing to the ceiling.
Wan
Mornings after the full moon were the worst. James was nearly asleep in Transfiguration when a loud thump roused him. Sirius had fallen off his chair.
Professor McGonagall stopped teaching to chastise him, but she realized, as James did, that he was not playing around. Sirius had passed out onto the stone floor and his breathing was shallow.
James patted Sirius' face to rouse him. "Sirius," he called. "Hey, wake up."
"'M still bleeding..." he murmured, lifting his arm slightly.
James pushed up the sleeve of Sirius' robe and saw the deep puncture wounds which could only be a bite.
Xenophobia
"Those damn Slytherins!" James cursed when he saw the hourglass that housed the red stones.
It had been very full only moments before. That is, until Professor McGonagall caught James and Sirius fighting with Snape outside Greenhouse Two and, being so fed up, nearly emptied it.
"Stupid bloody gits, the lot of them, Prongs. Let's get out of here before someone realizes it was us who lost all the points."
James and Sirius hurried up the stairs only to walk around a corner and straight into Snape.
"You'd better watch it," James scowled at him. "We're not happy with you."
Yearn
It was the stag inside of him that made James long to be outside on such a beautiful, breezy day, but he was stuck up in a dusty classroom, learning spells he didn't care about or would never need.
It was the energetic dog inside Sirius that made him want to jump on top of James and lick him thoroughly and madly.
When they looked across their worktable and their eyes met, they shared a single thought. Even though it was nowhere near being a full moon, tonight they would run together in the forest. Tonight they would be free.
Zeitgeist
In a testament to the times, Sirius was wearing flared pants. He said they were mens pants and he wore them because they made his bottom look nice, but James had other ideas.
"Lookit, Padfoot, they've got a little coloured butterfly stitched onto the pocket."
"Yes, I know."
James stared. "And you're absolutely sure that these aren't girls pants?"
"Yes Potter, how many times do I have to tell you? The butterfly is a very tough creature. You wouldn't want to cross one. Really, you're jealous that your arse is without a butterfly, that's what this is about, isn't it?"
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Potter/Sirius Black
Rating: Between 'G' and 'R'
Word Count: 2600
Summary: 26 drabbles, not all connected in one thread, just little pieces
Author's Notes: Originally written for a drabble challenge community on lj. posted here all in one shot to save my own sanity from making 26 individual posts. Title for each one is the prompt word. Posted here in alphabetical order, not the order they were originally written.
Acumen
NEWTs were fast approaching and because of them, no one wanted to do anything but sit about and study. Sirius was getting unbearably bored.
"Jaaaaaames," he whispered into his friend's ear. "Play with me."
James was obviously not listening.
"I don't want to be a smarty-smart-smart, I want to run around… James!" James jumped.
"God, Sirius, what?"
Sirius leaned in and kissed his neck. "Can we do something fun now? Instead of studying for Charms?"
James laughed and kissed Sirius back and then shoved him off the arm of the chair. "We can play later, Padfoot, I need to study."
Bloviate
As Slughorn babbled on about this or that difficult potion that he had brewed, Sirius stared around the class. Everyone else seemed as bored as he was. James was drooling and his eyes had glazed over. Even Remus was having trouble staying upright.
"Stop fidgeting, you prat," Severus Snape hissed.
"Oh, I bet you love this, eh Snivellus? I bet you adore this sort spew. I bet you want to be a professor just like Slughorn one day," Sirius grinned.
Snape pulled out his wand, teeth gritted. James winked to Sirius over his shoulder and shoved Snape into a cauldron.
Cicatrix
Madam Pomfrey had healed it in the blink of an eye, but it hadn't eased the guilt. "You boys will be the end of me," she muttered, sending them out.
"How is it, James?" Sirius asked, patting James' shoulder worriedly.
James squirmed. "I can feel it."
Back in Gryffindor Tower, they discovered that James had a thin, white scar running across the back of his neck. It stood out horribly against his pink skin. Sirius looked at his hands.
"It wasn't your fault, Sirius," James assured him. "You couldn't have known that extra Doxy egg would make the cauldron explode."
Dystopia
"A what?" Sirius screeched.
"A camping trip, Mister Black," Professor Dumbledore said again.
"And we have to go with Slytherin?"
"That is the idea, Mister Black."
Sirius was fuming the whole evening while James and Remus were trying to help him finish his Herbology essay. "A whole week in a tent with Snape, this is stupid," Sirius muttered, trying to mop up the ink he had just spilled all over the last four inches of his paper.
James patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. "I know, Sirius, but we'll live."
"I bloody hope so, Potter, or someone's going to die."
Ersatz
By the end of the relationship, Sirius really didn't want to see James ever again. Unfortunately, stupid promises were made and here Sirius stands at the altar with his supposed 'best friend' waiting for the stupid music to start so this day can be over and he can go home to his cheap gin and tonic.
Here comes the bride, thinks Sirius as Lily starts down the aisle. James only has eyes for her and even Sirius can see that, though the ache of James' leaving still hurts when Sirius is alone in the dark.
She really does look lovely…
Fealty
"Oh god, James, yes, right like… uggggh." Sirius comes all over the sheets and himself and James' hands. He's nearly in tears.
James kisses his face and his arms and whispers comforting phrases into his ear.
"I love you, James," Sirius whispers back, and James knows he means it. "I do, I know I've been an ass lately, but I love you and I always will."
James' heart stops for a moment, then resumes beating abnormally loud.
"I'd do anything for you James, you know that, right?" James kisses Sirius to quiet him. "Anything. I want to belong to you."
Gravitas
James cried and cried and Sirius didn't know what to say.
They were at the Potter's dual funeral and Sirius was feeling totally empty. These people had been his almost-parents and he felt nothing inside but an odd coldness. Sirius resigned himself to holding on to James and resenting himself for not feeling bad.
"Padfoot… Can we go?" James broke Sirius out of his thoughts
"Yeah, James, let's go."
They stood up and snuck out the back. Sitting on the curb and sucking fiercely on a cigarette didn't make either one of them feel better. "I miss them," James whispered.
Halcyon
James and Sirius had skipped Potions on the first day of spring. Remus was being a student and wouldn't come with them, so they headed down to the lake alone.
It wasn't all bad, without Remus, because they could sit a little closer without anyone caring. "Sirius, look!" James pointed at a green bird circling a spot above the water. "It's a Halcyon!"
"Aren't they extinct?" They sat on the shore and watched the legendary bird floating in the sky. James slipped his arm around Sirius's shoulders and Sirius's head rested on James and everything was right in the world.
Iota
"All right, where is he?" James shouted, flying down the stairs into the Common Room. Sirius had ducked under the table. "Where did he go?" James yelled again.
Sirius clung to Remus' knees, silently begging him not to cave.
"He's dead this time, no excuses!" Before anyone could even ask, Sirius slid out from under the table and threw his arms around James.
"Oh please, dearest and oldest friend, don't murder me now! I am sorry! So, so sorry," Sirius 'wept' into James shoulder.
James shoved him. "You're not even trying to be sincere."
Sirius grinned and winked to Remus.
Jejune
History of Magic was the single dullest place on earth. They had even asked Remus, who verified this with his many books. Ten minutes in, and James was about ready to claw his own eyes out for a reason to leave. Fire, a rabid Thestral, attack of zombies, anything would do.
Just when James was about to give up hope, Sirius poked him in the shoulder and motioned for him to cover his eyes. A huge burst of light and a loud shattering noise sounded through the room. The thick fog that now blanketed the class was the perfect escape.
Kismet
It was written in the stars.
'Sirius Black was here!' said the stars. James rolled his eyes and charmed the writing off his Astronomy homework, which unfortunately took all his work with it. He groaned and started re-filling in his star chart by copying off Remus' completed one.
As he finished, James started to think about Sirius and how annoyed he should be about Sirius destroying his Astronomy homework, but he can't bring himself to be upset. James thought it must be fate if Sirius was the most annoying person ever and James could still be able to love him.
Loquacious
There were nights when James just wanted to sleep. Those were usually the same nights that Sirius wanted to frolic and chatter. There never seemed to be any middle ground.
"Padfoot, how about we play a game?" Sirius agreed enthusiastically; he loved games. "It's called 'Just Bloody Shut Up'," James explained. "You'll love it. I bet you'll win."
Sirius groaned.
"No, no, don't get angry. It's a great game. Moony loves it, right?"
Remus grunted something from his own bed.
"Just play for a bit."
Sirius sat up primly on the bed. "Really now, you're talking more than I am."
Modicum
There were some days when Sirius Black didn't feel like being the class clown. He was tired of being the goofy one, the skirt chaser, or the obnoxious loudmouth. He wanted people to realize that he was quite smart and he was more than willing to work hard at something instead of always passing the work off to his friends. James was the only one who seemed to notice this. He smoothed Sirius hair out of his eyes and they talked about the aspirations they had for the future. James treated him like an equal instead of a little kid.
Nefarious
No one had any idea...
James felt a chill up his spine when Sirius got that glint in his eyes. That was the glint that brought James hours of enjoyment of all sorts, but also hours of detentions.
Unfortunately, judging by the way Sirius was also rummaging in his pockets for something and Peter was craning his neck in all directions, James figured it would be a day that brought detention.
The small square packet that Sirius had brought out did not look like much, but it was making the slightest squeaking noise and jiggling a little.
Then it happened.
Obtuse
Sirius was really at a loss. It really wasn't every day that one was confronted with the idea of confessing love to their best friend. Sirius had been toying with this plan for the last six weeks. All different variations of telling James how he felt had been explored and still Sirius didn't know what he was going to do.
In the end, Sirius would find the words he needed and all would be right in his world again, but in the meantime, sexy James and his messy hair and his easy grin were making things very difficult for Sirius.
Plethora
The vast amount of junk on the floor told Sirius that James was missing something. He voiced this and received a nasty glare in return.
"My Cloak. I can't find it."
Sirius got down on his knees to help James look for it. It wasn't in James trunk, or under his bed or anywhere else they looked. Their search eventually escalated into a yelling match (James accused Sirius of hiding it) and then into a full out wrestling match on the floor of the dormitory (Sirius didn't like being accused).
Downstairs, Remus read unmolested for the first time in weeks.
Quaff
The Firewhiskey tasted even better by the third bottle. The night after the last exam was rowdy as all get out, but nowhere in the school was as noisy as the seventh year dormitory in Gryffindor Tower.
"Drink up, James, for tonight is a special night!" Sirius grinned, spilling whiskey all over Peter. "We are officially graduated now! We're free people!"
The four Marauders clinked glasses and drank deeply. The bottle was empty before James even had a chance to blink, it seemed. Luckily, Sirius had prepared for this eventuality and had secured a fourth bottle.
"To us, my friends!"
Riposte
James grinned to himself as he and Sirius worked on their latest prank. There was a tangible feeling of revenge in the air as they tweaked and poked at things with their wands. Snape had gone too far and neither thought that the latest 'exploding parchment that will cause his hair to fall out and turn his skin bright blue' was too harsh.
Unfortunately, Remus thought it was and he confiscated the dangerous experiment. James and Sirius had to slink away to the dormitory and plan a new revenge on Snape and Remus, who had only brought it on himself.
Schadenfreude
Screwing up his face and trying not to burst out laughing gave Sirius a look like a gnome. James stood in the center of the dormitory, glaring ferociously at everyone.
It looked as if Lily had beat him around the head with the flowers he brought her as an apology gift.
"She didn't take it too well then, did she?" Peter finally asked.
Sirius bit hard on his tongue because he knew laughing would mean his death.
James whipped out his wand and cast a Body Bind on Peter before anyone could move.
"Anyone else have anything funny to say?"
Tryst
Stars danced behind his eyes when James kissed him. Sirius growled and almost pulled away when James bit his tongue harder than he meant to, but James tasted so good, his body felt so right that Sirius couldn't bring himself to do it.
Instead, he bit back. James growled like an animal and dragged Sirius from the wall to throw him into the bed. Hands slid up and down lean bodies and lips trailed everywhere.
At times like these, Sirius thought that James was rather like a Greek god, bedding many mortals, and Sirius didn't mind being one of them.
Utopia
Sirius was sprawled on his back, naked. The sun shone through the window and the curtains moved ever so slightly. James was still sleeping, curled in the crook of Sirius's arm; his fingers were cold against Sirius's warm skin.
Sirius poked James in the nose gently to wake him. "It's two in the afternoon, Prongs," Sirius said quietly. "Wake up."
James blinked a few times before he focused on Sirius and he grinned. "What can I say?" he mumbled. "I was tired."
Just as James leaned in for a kiss, Sirius woke up, alone and cold in his Azkaban cell.
Votary
Sirius Black was a ‘mischief enthusiast'. He was the same way about creating chaos as some people were about collecting stamps or spark plugs. If there was ever a boy who loved wreaking havoc more than Sirius, why then, he never spoke up.
James had put up with this propensity for a long time and in good faith, but tonight he was nearing the end of his rope. "Padfoot, leave be and let's go to bed."
Nevertheless, Sirius, faithful to the task, would not go to bed until he had glued every single piece of Remus's clothing to the ceiling.
Wan
Mornings after the full moon were the worst. James was nearly asleep in Transfiguration when a loud thump roused him. Sirius had fallen off his chair.
Professor McGonagall stopped teaching to chastise him, but she realized, as James did, that he was not playing around. Sirius had passed out onto the stone floor and his breathing was shallow.
James patted Sirius' face to rouse him. "Sirius," he called. "Hey, wake up."
"'M still bleeding..." he murmured, lifting his arm slightly.
James pushed up the sleeve of Sirius' robe and saw the deep puncture wounds which could only be a bite.
Xenophobia
"Those damn Slytherins!" James cursed when he saw the hourglass that housed the red stones.
It had been very full only moments before. That is, until Professor McGonagall caught James and Sirius fighting with Snape outside Greenhouse Two and, being so fed up, nearly emptied it.
"Stupid bloody gits, the lot of them, Prongs. Let's get out of here before someone realizes it was us who lost all the points."
James and Sirius hurried up the stairs only to walk around a corner and straight into Snape.
"You'd better watch it," James scowled at him. "We're not happy with you."
Yearn
It was the stag inside of him that made James long to be outside on such a beautiful, breezy day, but he was stuck up in a dusty classroom, learning spells he didn't care about or would never need.
It was the energetic dog inside Sirius that made him want to jump on top of James and lick him thoroughly and madly.
When they looked across their worktable and their eyes met, they shared a single thought. Even though it was nowhere near being a full moon, tonight they would run together in the forest. Tonight they would be free.
Zeitgeist
In a testament to the times, Sirius was wearing flared pants. He said they were mens pants and he wore them because they made his bottom look nice, but James had other ideas.
"Lookit, Padfoot, they've got a little coloured butterfly stitched onto the pocket."
"Yes, I know."
James stared. "And you're absolutely sure that these aren't girls pants?"
"Yes Potter, how many times do I have to tell you? The butterfly is a very tough creature. You wouldn't want to cross one. Really, you're jealous that your arse is without a butterfly, that's what this is about, isn't it?"
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Date: 2010-12-18 07:00 pm (UTC)What an awesome idea. I never thought to do the alphabet with drabbles.. :) Mind if i steal it?