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alotofgood) wrote2011-01-27 11:06 pm
alotofgood) wrote2011-01-27 11:06 pm
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013. may 1976.
May 19, 1976 — Evening.
Hogwarts, Scotland
Gryffindor Common Room
Directly after this.
When James climbs through the portrait hole, Sirius is standing with Remus and Peter.
"Marauders," he greets, waving his bandaged (but far better) hand.
"James." Sirius' eyes go to his hand. For a moment, he simply stares at it — then he shakes his head and lets out a breath. "You bloody fucking idiot — what the hell were you thinking? What were you doing?"
"So, you heard."
"Of course I heard. I'm Sirius Black. I hear everything." He steps forward. "My brother? Really?"
"Yeah. Really."
"What'd he do this time?"
"He was talking about you. You and Evans."
He rubs his face. "Potter, I could punch you in the nose right now. Why couldn't you leave it alone?"
"Would you leave it alone if you were in my position?" James looks serious this time, because he means it. Fine, what he did might've been a little irrational, but he doesn't regret it. And he'd do it again if he was given the chance. "And don't say you would, because then I'd know you were lying."
"That's not the point, is it?" Sirius rubs his nose. "So how much trouble did you get into?"
"Detention," James says. "Next week with Slughorn."
"... that's it?"
"Honestly, I think McGonagall's just relieved there'll be a full Quidditch team ready to go on the 30th," he says easily. He does wonder though; his sentence had been awfully light.
"Well, who knows what Slughorn is going to make you do," Remus says.
"That's true," says Peter. "Slughorn looked really angry. Though, to be honest, I'm not sure if it was really at you or at Regulus and Snape."
"First Gibbon, now my brother. They're really doing a brilliant job; model students, really," says Sirius. He rubs his chin. "I'd be angry too, if I was him."
"Look, Pads. You're not — you're not mad, are you? About what happened?" James asks, because he has to. Regulus Black, stupid bloody prat that he is, is still Sirius' younger brother.
Sirius looks at him, his expression solemn. "No, Prongs. My brother and I ... well, we're different. We think differently. The fact that he'd use a word like that, and direct it at me? At Evans? At anyone at all?" He shakes his head. "I'm just ... a bit sad for him, really. But mad at you, James?
"I'm going to sound like a right girl saying this, but you're more of a brother to me than he ever was."
He shrugs. James starts to smile.
"But, enough of that," Sirius goes on — maybe a bit too quickly. "What's this I hear about Evans bringing you to the Hospital Wing?"
Hogwarts, Scotland
Gryffindor Common Room
Directly after this.
When James climbs through the portrait hole, Sirius is standing with Remus and Peter.
"Marauders," he greets, waving his bandaged (but far better) hand.
"James." Sirius' eyes go to his hand. For a moment, he simply stares at it — then he shakes his head and lets out a breath. "You bloody fucking idiot — what the hell were you thinking? What were you doing?"
"So, you heard."
"Of course I heard. I'm Sirius Black. I hear everything." He steps forward. "My brother? Really?"
"Yeah. Really."
"What'd he do this time?"
"He was talking about you. You and Evans."
He rubs his face. "Potter, I could punch you in the nose right now. Why couldn't you leave it alone?"
"Would you leave it alone if you were in my position?" James looks serious this time, because he means it. Fine, what he did might've been a little irrational, but he doesn't regret it. And he'd do it again if he was given the chance. "And don't say you would, because then I'd know you were lying."
"That's not the point, is it?" Sirius rubs his nose. "So how much trouble did you get into?"
"Detention," James says. "Next week with Slughorn."
"... that's it?"
"Honestly, I think McGonagall's just relieved there'll be a full Quidditch team ready to go on the 30th," he says easily. He does wonder though; his sentence had been awfully light.
"Well, who knows what Slughorn is going to make you do," Remus says.
"That's true," says Peter. "Slughorn looked really angry. Though, to be honest, I'm not sure if it was really at you or at Regulus and Snape."
"First Gibbon, now my brother. They're really doing a brilliant job; model students, really," says Sirius. He rubs his chin. "I'd be angry too, if I was him."
"Look, Pads. You're not — you're not mad, are you? About what happened?" James asks, because he has to. Regulus Black, stupid bloody prat that he is, is still Sirius' younger brother.
Sirius looks at him, his expression solemn. "No, Prongs. My brother and I ... well, we're different. We think differently. The fact that he'd use a word like that, and direct it at me? At Evans? At anyone at all?" He shakes his head. "I'm just ... a bit sad for him, really. But mad at you, James?
"I'm going to sound like a right girl saying this, but you're more of a brother to me than he ever was."
He shrugs. James starts to smile.
"But, enough of that," Sirius goes on — maybe a bit too quickly. "What's this I hear about Evans bringing you to the Hospital Wing?"