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Post by Jamie Poofter on Jul 10, 2011 17:50:29 GMT -5
James Potter growled at his companion for possible the hundredth time, moving towards him and snatching up the muggle cigarette he was practically inhaling. He scowled at his friend before putting the white stick out. It had been a standard day, with a standard planned trip to diagon alley for James to get his books and other materials for his next semester of school. At least he had been sure it was going to be standard, such was never the case when the next thing you know Sirius "Attention Must Be Paid" Black was on your doorstep, ridiculously cheesy grin plastered across his face as if he were Dumbledore in HoneyDukes.
Dorea, his mother had been absolutely thrilled by the arrival of her great-nephew, she had been asking James all summer if his "other half" as she so bluntly put it was going to be visiting over the summer downtime from school. James hadn't really been able to confirm or deny the possible visit, from what he'd gathered from the owls he'd written to Sirius and Regulus, their mother, Walburga had gone possibly even more off her rocker this summer, causing her to shorten her leash on both the boys severely, hardly letting them leave the house, let lone the property.
So of course it came as a surprise to James that Sirius Black managed to show up at his house at all, especially showing up not looking at all bloody, or beaten by his family. In fact it almost looked like he'd been given permission to come visit. (which James suspected there was no way, and that Regulus would probably endure punishment for Sirius leaving the house)
And that, was how the whole fiasco had started. With Padfoot coming along to Diagon Alley with James, and his mother Dorea for the day.
Of course the whole day ended with a whirlwind trip to muggle London for the young wizards and Sirius finding a place to buy these muggle cigarettes talking about how he'd heard about them last year from some muggleborn from Hufflepuff, who had said they were all the rage amongst muggle teenagers, and Sirius frankly, always one to do exactly what his mother wished of him, said wanted to try them
Unfortunately for James, this meant that Sirius wanted to smoke the white sticks in his house, and insisted on blowing the smoke in his face.
Which is why for possibly the hundredth and first time today he'd taken one of the white sticks from his friend and put it out.
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Post by Srs Noir on Jul 10, 2011 21:00:35 GMT -5
"Et tu, Jamie?" Sirius said, a sad look coming over his face. He liked cigarettes. They made him look cool...-er. "First Regulus steals them from me, and now you take them away. What did I ever do to deserve this treatment? Me, your best friend in the whole wide wizarding world."
He sighed, the cauldron in his lap quickly filling up with what Sirius remembered having bought for the day.
"Did- do you have Runes or is this my book?" he asked, holding up the watermelon-thick text. He rarely payed much attention while shopping for school supplies, or even to his schedule; gathering whatever he needed as quickly as possible. Especially this year, as he'd lost time with James over the summer, and intended to make it up, starting in Diagon Alley by flirting with some shop owners and procured free ice cream for them (between cigarettes, that is). It was more of a confirmation that he 'still had it' so to speak.
His mother had indeed bared him from leaving the property, sure that any contact with his muggle loving friends would force her son into shaming the family by publicly humiliating himself. She hoarded excuses to lock away Sirius, especially, including an informant passing along that he'd been sleeping with muggleborns; as if that was new news.
"So, Jamie, how was this glorious summer without me by your side? Striking, of course, being incredibly lonely and heartbroken, that goes without saying."
Sirius flopped down onto the floor, tired already of school supplies. The charm had worn off after second year, when supplies included things that could bite you if mishandled. Really, the only pleasant experience was Ollivander's, when he first got his wand.
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Post by Jamie Poofter on Jul 11, 2011 21:41:21 GMT -5
James raised an eyebrow at the mention of Regulus stealing them wondering if the younger Black brother had taken up chain smoking as stress relief or something.
"Regulus... took your... muggle cigarettes...?" James really didn't know what to say without sounding like he didn't believe his over theatrical friend, he moved to sit on his bed, watching Sirius sitting on the floor shoving things into his cauldron. The room was silent for a minute, except maybe the fly buzzing around in his friends head, the silence of course was always short lived with Sirius Black in the room and he broke it asking (a surprisingly tame question) if the Runes book was James' or his own. James snorted and moved to grab onto the book, swatting his friend with it playfully
"It's mine Padfoot. You don't believe in runes. Or it's against your muggle organized religion or something." James was trying to recall exactly what Sirius had said about the matter of runes when he was fourteen.
He looked at his friend again when he asked him how his summer was, and of course in true Sirius fashion he was only... slightly theatrical about it. James gave him an incredulous look before speaking to him again: "My summer was fine, and not nearly as horribly isolate as yours, I would assume. I spent some time with Remus in July... went to a number of quidditch matches with my parents, Regulus was allowed to come along once, however when my mother asked about you, Walburga said you were sick... all-in-all the normal, just with one less furball present, you know."
James shifted after saying that last part of that sentence figuring he'd be tackled to the ground, as it was just an oh so Sirius thing to do.
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Post by Srs Noir on Jul 12, 2011 12:10:25 GMT -5
Sirius nodded his confirmation, idly sifting through parchment and quills and-- oh, that was a pretty shade of grey, he must have bought that one, James rarely cared how pretty his quills were.
Regulus had been taking the muggle fun-sticks for reasons entirely different than what Prongs was thinking, of course. He proclaimed he couldn't stand the smell, made him sick; and had been ripping them up if only to spite his brother. Sirius was sure that, were it not for the ducks that haunted Regulus so, he'd go to the park and toss them in the lake.
Devil's work, these are! Devil possessed these pooooor souls, possessed them, and now they draw- they draw these symbols, these accursed symbols-- he recalled the movie he'd seen over winter break in year four, when he tried to infuriate his mother by watching those muggle films. He had no idea what it was about, but it was terrifying, and threw him off Runes for a good year and a half until he forgot.
"Right, right," he muttered, tossing the book quickly away from himself, "keep that to yourself, then. And don't come crying to me when you can't remember what it feels like to smile because your mouth has been sewn shut by that harpy they call a professor." It didn't help that the runes professor did indeed look suspiciously like one of the demons from the film.
"My summer was fine, and not nearly as horribly isolate as yours, I would assume. I spent some time with Remus in July... went to a number of quidditch matches with my parents, Regulus was allowed to come along once, however when my mother asked about you, Walburga said you were sick... all-in-all the normal, just with one less furball present, you know."
Sirius adopted a wounded, kicked puppy in the gutter face, dropping the candy he was hoarding (the most important supply for the school year).
"Prongsy--after all this time... that's all I am to you? A furball of little consequence? I- I don't know what to say. I thought I meant more to you. I thought you'd be heart broken without your-- your hero to guide you through these weeks. I... I see how it is." He wiped a fake tear from his eye. "See if I ever get you another birthday present again. It'll fall to Moony. And you know him. He'll just get you socks."
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Post by Jamie Poofter on Jul 12, 2011 19:33:43 GMT -5
James snorted at Sirius' remark about the Runes professor, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair without thinking before he finally spoke to his friend, letting out an airy laugh: "I think it's more likely we end up at the wrong end of a scythe then have our mouths sewn shut by a professor of all people." James had been the one to listen to Sirius' crazy talk after he had seen that movie, as Remus had spent several hours explaining it wasn't real before ultimately giving up and just ignoring the subject altogether. James hadn't known what to say to his friend because he hadn't seen this... muggle movie device before and in the end had only caused Sirius to get even more paranoid over the issue.
After James spoke about his summer, he saw Sirius stop analyzing his pretty new quill and adopt that look as if he'd been kicked down a flight of stairs by his mother. (Which happened over the Yule of second year) James made the executive decision to tune out the dramatics his friend was currently spouting and stare at an imperfection on his wall that he'd have to have the house elves fix, when the boy was done, James spoke again:
"Hey I like the socks Moony gives me, he makes them himself and they have little stag's all over them." James hadn't even been paying attention to what Sirius had said, truth be told if every conversation hadn't come back to that Remus always gave them socks for Christmas and Birthday gifts he'd have been caught not listening to his dear, darling, amazing, awesome, godlike, bestest of best friends in the wholest of worlds.
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