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alotofgood) wrote2011-02-19 10:00 pm
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016. june 1976.
June 6, 1976 — noonish.
Hogwarts, Scotland
The Great Hall
This past week has probably been about the best part of Fifth Year for James Potter. Not even since their Third Year (and possibly some of Fourth) had the Marauders managed to pull off such a flawless stream of pranks, certainly not one for each day of the week.
There had been no resistance, no lecture, no threat of a lecture, and no points taken from Gryffindor house. Just laughter. A whole bloody lot of brilliant, brilliant laughter.
James feels like himself again, just as Sirius said he would.
He's started to wonder why he ever bothered with Lily Evans, with 'growing up', and trying to get himself involved with all that serious rubbish.
Why bother doing any of that when one can simply have a laugh — and make others laugh — instead?
Why bother when there was Snivellus Snape to prank?
James is glad he joined in. By Tuesday, his participation is wholehearted as he revises and devises ways to maximize the effectiveness of each day's prank.
And all of it feels fantastic.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. It is but a bitter truth.
As the last school week of the year draws to a close, bringing in the weekend before every Fifth Year student takes their OWLs, so must the pranks.
Saturday's self-imposed wedgies turn out to be hilarious. In between study-breaks and mealtimes, every student around the school has caught sight of the uncomfortable, scrunched up, downright constipated look on Snivellus' face as he tries his absolute best not to pick at his underpants and readjust himself. It has brought nothing but tears of laughter to James' and nearly all the rest of the school's eyes.
Now, on Sunday, James and Sirius find Remus and Peter in the Great Hall, where the latter two are revising their notes for their first exam on Monday: Charms.
James settles himself next to Peter, while Sirius plunks himself in the empty spot beside Remus.
"Happy Sunday, you two," James says cheerfully.
"Happy?" Peter repeats, looking at him despairingly. "I feel anything but happy. We've got Charms tomorrow. Charms."
"You are rather rubbish at Charms, Pete," Sirius says obligingly. He pulls a familiar sheet of parchment from his pocket. It has, with the days gone past, become a little worn.
James' eyes light up immediately. "We're just about to break into the Slytherin team's broom closet," he says, lowering his voice. "So, I do hope you boys are ready —"
Remus holds up a hand and looks from James to Sirius. "I'm afraid you two will have to do this last one on your own," he says. "In case you hadn't heard, we've got our Charms OWL tomorrow, and I would really like not to bugger it up."
"Oh, come on Remus, you've got to help us with this last one," Sirius whines.
"You both do. It's our last prank of the year. There's plenty of time to study afterward," James adds.
"No there isn't," Remus scoffs. "We've got less than twenty-four hours to revise for what is going to be a hellish week."
Sirius waves a hand. "You blokes are boring," he says.
"Well, unlike some, the rest of us have to study in order to get O's and we can't all spend our days taking the piss out of Sniv — out of Snape."
James sighs. "It pains me, Moony, that you and Wormtail won't be joining us."
"I wish I could, James," Peter says, looking like he might cry, "but ... Charms."
"Right. Well, no time to waste, then." Sirius turns to James and jerks his head towards the door. "Ready to go?"
James nods, giving Peter a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he gets to his feet. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he says.
---
A little more than an hour later, James and Sirius return to the Great Hall looking absolutely chuffed.
James puts his wand away.
"It's as though we've both been doused in Felix Felicis," Sirius says gleefully, sitting by James this time.
"I know! It's brilliant," James says, equally as cheerful.
Remus and Peter both look up.
"Should I be worried?" asks Remus.
James grins. "Not at all, Moony. I can't say the same for Snivellus, though."
And at that moment, the greasy-haired teenager in question comes running into the hall, yelling.
Even amidst the chatter of students, it's difficult to miss the sight of Snape being chased into the space by five racing broomsticks. He turns around the Slytherin table as he reaches the end, clearly hoping to lose them through confusion.
It obviously doesn't work, certainly not on Quidditch racing brooms.
Students start to laugh. Nearly everyone's attention is on him now.
James is only disappointed that the entire school isn't here to see their ingenuity. Those flying charms couldn't have worked better if Flitwick himself cast them.
He exchanges a grin with Sirius, who grins right back.
Snape makes another turn before rushing back out of the hall and making for the left corridor, his robes billowing pathetically around him. As soon as he leaves, the Great Hall is bustling with talk of what had just happened.
"Did you see that?" a nearby Hufflepuff says, giggling.
"Was that Severus Snape?" another student asks.
"And were those broomsticks?"
"That was effing brilliant!" someone else says.
"How long is that charm supposed to last?" asks Remus, tapping his quill on the top of his Charms textbook to get their attention.
"Another five minutes, maybe?" James gathers, turning back to his friends. He tries not to look too happy with the reaction of the students around them. But it's terribly hard not to bask in it.
Sirius nods, looking the same. "I wanted ten, but in the end, we figured it might get old if it went on for too long."
"Hmm." Remus turns back to his work.
Peter is looking at them forlornly. "Bloody hell. Is that charm going to be on our OWL?" he asks.
Hogwarts, Scotland
The Great Hall
This past week has probably been about the best part of Fifth Year for James Potter. Not even since their Third Year (and possibly some of Fourth) had the Marauders managed to pull off such a flawless stream of pranks, certainly not one for each day of the week.
There had been no resistance, no lecture, no threat of a lecture, and no points taken from Gryffindor house. Just laughter. A whole bloody lot of brilliant, brilliant laughter.
James feels like himself again, just as Sirius said he would.
He's started to wonder why he ever bothered with Lily Evans, with 'growing up', and trying to get himself involved with all that serious rubbish.
Why bother doing any of that when one can simply have a laugh — and make others laugh — instead?
Why bother when there was Snivellus Snape to prank?
James is glad he joined in. By Tuesday, his participation is wholehearted as he revises and devises ways to maximize the effectiveness of each day's prank.
And all of it feels fantastic.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. It is but a bitter truth.
As the last school week of the year draws to a close, bringing in the weekend before every Fifth Year student takes their OWLs, so must the pranks.
Saturday's self-imposed wedgies turn out to be hilarious. In between study-breaks and mealtimes, every student around the school has caught sight of the uncomfortable, scrunched up, downright constipated look on Snivellus' face as he tries his absolute best not to pick at his underpants and readjust himself. It has brought nothing but tears of laughter to James' and nearly all the rest of the school's eyes.
Now, on Sunday, James and Sirius find Remus and Peter in the Great Hall, where the latter two are revising their notes for their first exam on Monday: Charms.
James settles himself next to Peter, while Sirius plunks himself in the empty spot beside Remus.
"Happy Sunday, you two," James says cheerfully.
"Happy?" Peter repeats, looking at him despairingly. "I feel anything but happy. We've got Charms tomorrow. Charms."
"You are rather rubbish at Charms, Pete," Sirius says obligingly. He pulls a familiar sheet of parchment from his pocket. It has, with the days gone past, become a little worn.
James' eyes light up immediately. "We're just about to break into the Slytherin team's broom closet," he says, lowering his voice. "So, I do hope you boys are ready —"
Remus holds up a hand and looks from James to Sirius. "I'm afraid you two will have to do this last one on your own," he says. "In case you hadn't heard, we've got our Charms OWL tomorrow, and I would really like not to bugger it up."
"Oh, come on Remus, you've got to help us with this last one," Sirius whines.
"You both do. It's our last prank of the year. There's plenty of time to study afterward," James adds.
"No there isn't," Remus scoffs. "We've got less than twenty-four hours to revise for what is going to be a hellish week."
Sirius waves a hand. "You blokes are boring," he says.
"Well, unlike some, the rest of us have to study in order to get O's and we can't all spend our days taking the piss out of Sniv — out of Snape."
James sighs. "It pains me, Moony, that you and Wormtail won't be joining us."
"I wish I could, James," Peter says, looking like he might cry, "but ... Charms."
"Right. Well, no time to waste, then." Sirius turns to James and jerks his head towards the door. "Ready to go?"
James nods, giving Peter a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he gets to his feet. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he says.
---
A little more than an hour later, James and Sirius return to the Great Hall looking absolutely chuffed.
James puts his wand away.
"It's as though we've both been doused in Felix Felicis," Sirius says gleefully, sitting by James this time.
"I know! It's brilliant," James says, equally as cheerful.
Remus and Peter both look up.
"Should I be worried?" asks Remus.
James grins. "Not at all, Moony. I can't say the same for Snivellus, though."
And at that moment, the greasy-haired teenager in question comes running into the hall, yelling.
Even amidst the chatter of students, it's difficult to miss the sight of Snape being chased into the space by five racing broomsticks. He turns around the Slytherin table as he reaches the end, clearly hoping to lose them through confusion.
It obviously doesn't work, certainly not on Quidditch racing brooms.
Students start to laugh. Nearly everyone's attention is on him now.
James is only disappointed that the entire school isn't here to see their ingenuity. Those flying charms couldn't have worked better if Flitwick himself cast them.
He exchanges a grin with Sirius, who grins right back.
Snape makes another turn before rushing back out of the hall and making for the left corridor, his robes billowing pathetically around him. As soon as he leaves, the Great Hall is bustling with talk of what had just happened.
"Did you see that?" a nearby Hufflepuff says, giggling.
"Was that Severus Snape?" another student asks.
"And were those broomsticks?"
"That was effing brilliant!" someone else says.
"How long is that charm supposed to last?" asks Remus, tapping his quill on the top of his Charms textbook to get their attention.
"Another five minutes, maybe?" James gathers, turning back to his friends. He tries not to look too happy with the reaction of the students around them. But it's terribly hard not to bask in it.
Sirius nods, looking the same. "I wanted ten, but in the end, we figured it might get old if it went on for too long."
"Hmm." Remus turns back to his work.
Peter is looking at them forlornly. "Bloody hell. Is that charm going to be on our OWL?" he asks.