James Potter (jamesface) wrote in a_new_life, @ 2009-08-16 10:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | james potter, november 1975, sirius black |
Who: The terrible duo (James & Sirius)
Where: The kitchens
What: Apparently Sirius 'has plans'
When: Sunday, sort-of-lunchtime
James, still doing up the zip on his jeans, grabbed his bag and stumbled out of the dormitory and into the common room. He didn't stop to say hi to anyone, especially Lily who was sitting with the other fifth year girls near the empty fireplace. Instead he slipped discretely out of the portrait hole and hurried down the staircase. There was very little in the world of academics and Professors that could make him hurry to anything, except Quidditch practice, but when Sirius started using capital letters and overheard Muggle phrases he probably only knew half the meaning of, it was either going to be a really bad day, or a really good one. James had high hopes for the latter. He had slept ALL NIGHT without dreaming once, and had even slept straight through lunch.
I love the weekend, I love the weekend,, he sang to himself as he descended the great mable staircase into the entrance hall before making his way towards the painting that led to the kitchens. He tickled the pear and immediately on tugging open the frame, found himself in a hustle and bustle of House Elves clamouring to do his bidding. "Lunch, thanks chaps," he grinned. "Don't care what, go nuts." The nearest Elf appeared to go into a state of ecstasy.
He spotted Sirius sitting on one of the benches the elves used to stir and chop things, already halfway through what looked like a hearty meal, and made his way over to him. "All right Black," he said, adopting a mock-stern tone. "This had better be important."