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Post by Redvamp on Apr 28, 2009 18:29:22 GMT -5
His mother and father had spoiled him from an early age and had continued to spoil him into adolescents. It was fair to say that he was raised in a rich family and had never wanted for anything. Maybe that was why he was such a cocky bastard at times. His parents were also extremely proud of their intelligent son, especially once he was made Head Boy. Sirius was yet to find out about that, thank God!
James looked down at the windowsill, staring at the shining badges that sat in front of him. How could this have happened? Why was Remus not made Head Boy? This just wasn’t fair! He had to be responsible now, which meant not pulling pranks with Sirius at school. He shook his head knowing good and well that that was not going to happen.
“Just can’t get caught.” James said with a soft smirk taking to his lips. The soft hooting of his great gray owl, Nebulous, brought him out of his thoughts. He was sleeping contently in his cage, sheet pulled down to keep the light of day from waking him up. He had a long flight that night to make; he was to deliver a short thank you note to Dumbledore for this great honor.
Standing up, James stretched his long arms over his head; when he brought them back down his right one ruffled his hair. He seemed to do that out of habit now, especially when he was thinking. He needed to find a way to get Sirius back for the last prank he had pulled on him.
“But how...” He muttered as he looked about the room for some sort of inspiration. It was then that it came to him. He had purchased some itching powder from a joke shop in the muggle world a while back and had felt that it was a little too harsh to put Sirius through such. He went to his dresser and pushed his underclothing to the side and pulled out the jar. Oh he would get that boy back for trying to prank him...and for the previous prank that he managed to pull off. He stuffed the small jar into his jeans just in case his mother or Sirius were home. He knew his mother would scold him for trying to pull a prank on poor Sirius, but would then tell him of the different pranks his father used to pull when they attended Hogwarts. Needless to say, Mr. Potter was never a prefect or a Head Boy.
He quickly and quietly crept from his room, unsure if Sirius was home or not. He did not want the other to catch him sneaking into his room. Upon entering the room he looked about for a moment for the article he planned to put the itching powder in. Finally he located Sirius’ school robes in his trunk. Oh this was going to be good! He pulled the jar from his pocket and emptied most of it into his school uniform. He carefully tucked the jar back into his pocket before exiting the room; he was sure to leave everything exactly as he had found it.
It struck him that this prank would not come into plan until they were changing into their robes until they got to Hogwarts and that would be too long for him to wait for satisfaction. Plus, Sirius was sure to pull some other prank by then. What could he do that would get Sirius back at the current moment. What did Sirius love?
“His hair.” James said with a bright smile on his visage. He moved down the hallway and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Where was it? He pulled the shower curtain back, staring at the different bottles of shampoo. There was his…where was Sirius’?
Upon finally locating the bottle, James pulled his wand from his pocket and tapped his chin with it.
“What was that spell again?” He was deep in thought for a moment before it hit him. “Oh yes.” He no longer needed to mutter spells because of his experience and great talent with transfiguration spells. He flicked his wand with the expertise that came with much practice. Oh poor Sirius. Once he used that bottle of shampoo he would be stuck with pink hair....though it would only last about a day, two tops. Then again, if Sirius was as good at Transfigurations as James, he would be able to change his hair back in no time at all. James wasn't mean enough to give Sirius pink permanently, or even semi-permanently.
Stepping from the bathroom, James made his way back to his room where he hid the nearly empty bottle of itching powder. He really did wonder where these muggles came up with such strange items. Well, however they did or why they did he was glad they did. It made pranking Sirius rather easy.
He made his way downstairs and plopped down on the couch. He did wonder where Sirius was and what he was up to. He hadn’t seen his best friend all morning. Picking up the list of items he needed from Diagon Alley for when school started from the table, he scanned it with little interest. He still had to pack his stuff for school and buy the items that were not crossed off the list. Oh how he hated packing![/color][/font] |
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Post by Sirius Black on Apr 29, 2009 11:59:59 GMT -5
Sirius came in, quietly letting himself in with the keys James had given him. He was carrying bag of shopping - mostly food. He took off his muggle hoodie and ruiffled his hair, shouting out to anyone in.
"I'm back! I got some shopping!" He left the bag in the kitchen and headed upstairs, sticking his head around James' door. "I'm just going to take a shower, okay?" he said, grinning at his mate, who was packing. "Why don't you just do it with magic?" he asked, then left without waitng for an answer. He hopped into the shower, making a face at his reflection. His hair needed a wash. He grabbed the shampoo and begun to lather.
"Oh you.... that little.... JAMES POTTER, YOU WILL SUFFER FOR THIS!!!!" roared Sirius half an hour later, staring, appalled, at his reflection. The long, usually light brown waves had become varying shades of pink. He looked a lot like a poodle. Even as he realised James had got another one up on him prank wise, he had to admire the spell. It had, quite effectively, turned him into a walking bag of candyfloss. He towelled it dry, got changed and went into James' room, his hair still damp. He raised an eyebrow, silently pointed to his hair, then to James, then stuck his middle finger up at James and tapped his hair with his wand. Nothing happend.
Ten minutes later, Sirius' hair had been through a variety of colours, including green, purple, pink again, yellow and back to pink. Already the roots were beginning to revert back to brown, and he suspected it would wear off, but he still had to wear a beanie hat to his shift at the local muggle pub. When he got home, he went and lay on his bed - James and his parents were already asleep, and he stared at the ceiling, thinking. It occoured to him that James might have more pranks planned, but at the moment, he was too tired to think about that. He checked his journal was safe - all hell would break loose if James read that - and then, on impulse, begun to put things in his trunk, hoping he wouldn't wake James up. He was, yet again, restless.
Part of it was probably missing Hogwarts, the pranks, the drama, the marauders. He couldn't do anything majorly daring around here, and he didn't want to get James into trouble by bringing an unruly friend home. He clamped down on that thougt as soon as he'd had it, and rubbed his eyes. What time was it? He looked at his cloakc and stifled a moan - it was 1:43 am. Why wasn't he sleepy? He paced his room a little, then sat down on the edge of his bed, running his fingers over his forhead and thinking
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Post by Redvamp on Apr 29, 2009 18:10:29 GMT -5
James had heard Sirius come in and yell something about shopping. Well that was where he was. It made sense and he was sure his mother would appreciate it greatly. It was less work for her to worry about, though she never seemed to mind. For an aged witch she still had a lot of energy in her old bones. He also knew that his mother really enjoyed having Sirius around. There was no way that she would ever throw him out and he would be welcome in there house for as long as he wished to stay. She loved him like a son, and in doing so she would spoil him as she spoiled James. She wasn’t sure how Sirius would take that, though, and so she kept the spoiling to a minimum at the moment.
Sorting through his different robes he tossed a pair off to the side. Those would be too short this year. He had grown at least an inch, if not two, over summer and he would need to shop for new robes for the most part. He couldn’t look silly with robes that were too short. Maybe he could give them to someone less fortunate. He wasn’t sure who would want them; maybe he should just give them to Madam Malkin and she could sell them as used. That would be what he would probably do when he went into Diagon Alley next.
He looked up from his packing when Sirius stepped into his room. “Hello Sirius.” He said with a bright smile, happy to see his mate was back and in a good mood. At least that meant that when he found his hair the shade of cotton candy he couldn’t possibly be too upset. “Alright, take your shower...you need one after all.” He pinched his nose with his fingers, a teasing smile on his lips.
Magic? Ehh...he could pack his things with magic but where was the fun in that? Either way it was a hassle. He decided that once Sirius left he would once again put off packing. That was one thing he was excellent at, procrastinating that is.
The sound of the shower going on brought a rather mischievous smile to his lips; this smile lit up his whole face. Oh, he couldn’t wait to hear what Sirius would say about his new hairdo. He surely would not be happy about it. For a moment James wondered if he was going too far messing with Sirius’ hair, one of his prized possessions. Then again, it would be amusing and he was sure Sirius would laugh about it later...probably much later.
Stretching sore arms over his head he glanced out the window. It had been a while since he had been on his broom and he knew he would have to get back into practicing before the school year started. He was the team captain after all. He made a promise to himself that after dinner he would get out there and practice until he couldn’t anymore.
His thoughts of Quidditch were interrupted by Sirius’ rather loud scream. He waited a minute for some sort of curse word to follow. When none did he was rather surprised. He picked up a book and opened it, pretending to read. He didn’t look up at first when Sirius entered his room, but upon feeling the heated gaze upon him he closed the book and looked up.
Hazel optics seemed to sparkle with delight at the sight of Sirius’ multihued pink hair. His brow raised even before he spoke. “Really now, Sirius, do you really think the girls will find that attractive? I mean most of them do like the color pink, but I do not think they wish to see it on the guy they are snogging.” Clearly he was trying to play it off as if Sirius had done it to himself. Oh, but when he got flicked off and Sirius had failed to change his hair color back to normal, James couldn’t help but break out in uncontrollable laughter. He laughed so hard that his eyes began to water, tears dripping down his cheeks.
“Oh Sirius...you should know not to prank someone who is not afraid to prank back.” He wiped the tears from his cheeks as he watched the young male continue to change the color of his hair. “I do have to say that the pink does suit you best out of all those colors. Give you a rather distinguished look.” His eyes were filled with the laughter that did not escape his lips. “Oh and what do those silly muggle shirts say again? Real men wear pink? Well you must be the most real man ever now.” Again he broke out into uncontrollable laughter as Sirius left to get ready for work. He knew his friend would attempt to get him back for this prank, and he would probably succeed, but what he didn’t know was that James was already one step ahead of him.
When Sirius had left for work, James went outside to ride his broom about in the night sky. He twisted and twirled, did flips and dives. He still had it. After about two hours of flying he figured he would call it a night. He took a quick shower, making sure to change Sirius’ shampoo back to normal afterwards, and headed off to bed. He was already fast asleep by the time Sirius came back.
For some strange reason James woke up around 2 in the morning. Oh yes, now he knew why he had woken up, he had forgotten to send out Nebulous with the letter. Moving from his bed in only a pair of pajama bottoms, he opened Nebulous’ cage and took him out. He picked up the short letter and attached it to his leg. Nebulous held tight to James’ arm, causing a few cuts to form and blood to trickle ever so slightly from them. He was used to this by now; this was one of the ways that he showed his love for his master. It was like him giving James a big bear hug.
“Take this to Dumbledore, Nebby, with all deliberate speed. Be careful. Watch out for planes.” He ran his fingers over his owl’s head who hooted with delight. He opened the window and watched as he disappeared into the clouded night sky.
Upon seeing the blood on his arm, he made his way to the bathroom to wash it off, but found himself stopping outside of Sirius’ room. He thought he had heard him shuffling around inside. He lifted a hand and knocked softly to announce his presence before he opened the door a crack. “You still up?” He leaned in the dorm frame as he watched his best mate sitting on his bed, seemingly in deep thought. “Got something on your mind, Padfoot? Trying to figure out a way to get me back?”
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Post by Sirius Black on May 9, 2009 14:09:04 GMT -5
Sirius started when James knocked, jerking back into the present. He had been thinking, something he had been doing increasingly these days. He often thought about his family, wondering if, should there be a war, he would fight them to the death. He would happily do so, but he wondered if his concisions would let him. He begun to think about the rumors flying around like owls, rumors that worried and, if truth be told, scared him. He knew about the supposed "Lord Voldemort", and his death eaters, and Sirius fervently hoped they were nothing more than rumors, although in his heart of hearts he knew they weren't.
Sirius tried to put such grim things out of his mind and looked into James' chocolate eyes and half smiled. "I've already thought of one, Prongsy." He hadn't, but with any luck it would keep James on his toes. He stood up and stretched, arching his back. He suddenly wondered why James was in his room at 2 in the morning. He grabbed a textbook guiltily and looked apologetic, heading over to his still open suitcase.
"I didn't wake you did I?" he asked, putting the book in his suitcase and frowning at it appraisingly. He had packed it so messily that nothing else would fit in. It was a mess of parchment, textbooks, socks, ink and dungbombs, and there was still a lot of stuff to fit in. He sighed and knelt down, and begun to take things out. He had begun to get methodical about things, to the point of obsession, something that had been a cause of consternation for him and hilarity for James as he subconsciously organized his food on his plate before eating it. He made vague piles and begun to put things back in his suitcase in a more organized manner, slotting textbooks neatly in, wrapping potions vials in tissues and folding his robes so they would fit. He covered most of the room this way, by making piles around his suitcase, all the wile thinking of a way to get James back.
Well, the boy loved his broom. Sirius pondered stealing it, but then again James would freak. It would have to be something relatively inoffensive. He wondered about dying James' skin pink, but James was unlikely to shower again before they left for Hogwarts... maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Then he had an idea, thinking about what James had said earlier. Real men wear pink. He thumbed his won robes, wondering how easy it would be to turn them pink... but then the real problem would be making them stay pink... he muttered a few words under his breath and nodded decisively to himself, ducking his head to conceal a grin.
Sirius stood up, scratching his arm. It was itching really badly, and if he was a dog he would think he had fleas. It took him a couple of seconds (and a rash to form on his arm) to realize someone had put itching powder on him. He cautiously ran his hands over his robes, the last thing he had touched, and begun itching even more furiously. He looked at James, and launched himself at his mate, scuffling for a hold.
"I'll-teach-you-to-put-itching-powder-in-my-clothes!" he panted, trying to keep quiet. He brushed his hand against James and recoiled as something sticky brushed onto it. "Eww, James, what is this?" he said, examining his arm. He was unnerved to realize it was blood, and ho looked at James worriedly. "What did you do now?" then he twigged. "Oh yeah. Neb? Who the heck were you sending a letter to at this time?" he asked, momentarily distracted from his annoyance at the itching powder. He would have to wash his robes again, and probably check everything in his suitcase from now on. Note to self, he thought, keep suitcase locked from here on in.
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Post by Redvamp on May 10, 2009 23:10:23 GMT -5
James nodded upon hearing that the other had already thought up something to get him back. He was sure that if he had thought of something it was only a partial plan or he would have already put it into action. “Well if you need any help with that plan of yours…you can feel free to bounce ideas off me.” He couldn’t hold back a slight snicker knowing full and well the other would not ask him for ideas on how to get James back, that would just be…stupid.
The blood on his arm was totally forgotten now as he began to try to guess just what Sirius had up his sleeve. “Nah you didn’t wake me.” He said as he stretched his long arms over his head before letting them fall limply back to his side. He didn’t feel that he needed to tell the other that he had been on his way to the bathroom seeing personal information such as that was generally not talked about. He watched as the other began to pack his things all over again. His stomach twisted upon seeing him messing with his robes. Well there went that prank. It would be wasted and no one would even get to see his genius. Oh well, he would come up with something later on so that he had something waiting for when Sirius got him back.
He did find it rather amusing just how methodical that Sirius had become about his things. He didn’t understand where it came from, or maybe it had always been there and James had never noticed before. He was sure he would have noticed, so this was probably something new. Maybe it helped him to calm down or made him feel better. It was probably something that he shouldn’t tease the other with; it should probably be one of those things that neither of them mentioned, joking or not. The jokes were supposed to be fun for both sides, and if it hurt one of their feelings, well, it clearly was not a good joke. And there was no way that James would ever purposely hurt Sirius’ feelings, or harm him too horribly in a physical manner either.
As the other began to itch James couldn’t help but let a snigger pass through his lips. The gig was up! He was trying so hard not to laugh, but he knew sooner or later he would fail and his laughter come pouring out. The need to laugh quickly vanished from his body as he watched his best mate launch himself at him. He braced himself for the impact, which was the only thing that saved them from tumbling hard to the floor and waking up his parents. He was sure they wouldn’t even wake up for such because they had put a spell on their room to keep the boys loud noises from interrupting them.
“I was just trying to get one up on you.” He said as he tried to push his friend away from him. His own arm began to itch where Sirius had touched it. “Eww…you are spreading your…” He tried to think of what that muggle word was, oh yes… “Your cooties to me!” He laughed, but stopped upon seeing blood on Sirius’ hand. He looked the male over to make sure he hadn’t hurt himself in tackling James, but it soon struck him that it was his own blood.
He was about to give a smart answer to Sirius question about what he did now, but he held it back as the other continued on. He guessed the right source and yet James’ stomach sunk at the others next question. “I was…” Was it better to lie? He knew he couldn’t lie to his best friend, or at least not lie to him and get away with it. “I was sending a note to Dumbledore.” He hoped it would end at that, but he was sure it wouldn’t. The other would pry and he would have to tell him the truth, which would result in more torture. At least the male couldn’t booby trap his trunk or his Hogwarts belongings because he, unlike Sirius, knew to lock his trunk to keep unwanted eyes and pranks out of it.
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