Who: James and Sirius What: Being twats, essentially. Where: Potter home When: Jan 30th Rating: G Status: Logged, complete.
The world is falling apart. Not a particularly new state of mind but a relatively new state of affairs. It's caused him to be quite exhausted, actually. His eyes closing wasn't the best solution as all the words began to look the same and the symbols appeared to be doing pornographic things with the punctuation marks. It was definitely time for a break.
He could have tried to be careful about going around the house. Lily was likely feeling fairly lousy still and he had no desire to be seperated from his balls. When he saw james out on the back porch, he was struck with a very wicked idea. He poked his head out in a very conspirational way and without so much as greeting asked, "Can you come in here for a sec?" and ducked back in the door.
James had been pouring over the notes he'd made for the Diagon map so he was more than glad for an excuse to give it up for a bit. Especially when Sirius had that look in his eye. He hopped up and tossed the notes onto the small wooden table that sat off to one side and headed into the house. It was habit to move stealthily when Sirius was having ideas, and so he slipped inside and pulled the door closed behind him.
"Whatcha got in mind, Pads?" James asked, smirking as his mind filled with the 101 things Sirius might have in mind for them that hopefully had nothing to do with any wars, government, or secret nooks in Diagon Alley.
Of course, the second the words were out of his mouth, Sirius blasted a water spell at him and proceeded to crack up laughing, holding on to the wall for support. There was nothing like playing a really stupid joke to lighten the mood when everyone had been working their backsides off. James couldn't believe he'd fallen for that and what was worse, the water had knocked his glasses off of his face and it was fucking cold.
"Real fucking funny, Black," James complained, though he was having a hard time not laughing so he clearly wasn't mad. He looked down at the floor but didn't see his glasses anywhere and backed up with a slight crunch. This time he did laugh because leave it to Sirius to damage his glasses without even trying.
"I'm gonna get you, twat, just as soon as I put these back together."
James leaned down to pick them up and slipped out his wand as he did, shooting a knee locker and a tongue tying spell at Sirius in rapid succession.
"Teach you to mess with me," James said cockily with a huge smirk on his face as he attempted to piece his glasses back together well enough for them to be repaired.
That caused a wheeze and a set of borderline buckling legs to go with the fits of laughter that were peeling out of his mouth. He pushed his back against the wall, making no obvious attempt to follow up the attack with anything like a crushing blow. He should leave the crushing to James and he can do the blowing, right? It took him a moment to get his tongue free - counter curses in your head are difficult when the rest of you sounds vaguely like a hyena and you really don't are because it's the best laugh you've had in ages.
"You look like a wet d-dog," He wheezed, wiping his eyes and doubling over again. "Correction - a blind wet dog!"
"It's gonna take me ages to get my hair back in order," James whined, though they both knew that was bullshit. "And you better fucking fix these," he said, tossing his glasses at Sirius. "It's a delicate fucking spell and I can't see where the screw's supposed to go."
James was still laughing despite the swearing and the broken glasses. He had no idea what had put Sirius in the mood but he was glad for it. He leaned back against the door, sitting on his bum instead of standing up again and cast a drying spell on himself. It left his hair sticking up in a way that was even wild for James "Wild hair" Potter.
"What crawled up your arse and put you in a good mood?" James asked with a smirk. He tried to pat down his hair a little but only manage to poof up the front even more.
"What order?" He snickered, trying to pull his legs back to normal by hand at first and landing himself on the floor. It was nice, just reminding themselves that they were (for a little while yet) still teenagers and could get away with being twats. Especially when it was with eachother and they understood.
He conjured up a towel, before throwing it at him. It was a very adult thing to do, to worry about colds and illness, but sometimes he knew fun had to have practical sides to it and oh fucking hell, when did he turn into Remus and does it mean he has to see Marlene to get his balls back? "I'm....nineteen. You're going to be twenty. Remus is going to be twenty, even if you'd think it was forty the way he's getting on. We need to have one last blast before we're all old."
"So this was your blast then?" James asked, amused. "One last squirt of water and then on to the grave?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth he winced. They hit too close to home. "Grey hair and saggy balls and man tits that hang to your belt?" he asked, forcing cheer back into his words. "I suppose the upside is the jauntiness of the robes you can get away with wearing," he said. "Though you'll never pull them off like Dumbledore."
He took the towel and rubbed his hair and face with it.
"Fix. My. Fucking. Glasses," he prodded. He wanted them back. He hated this blind feeling, even when he knew he was safe with his best friend. He never worried Sirius would hex him with anything too bad, even in jest, but still, he liked being able to see. He tossed the towel back at Sirius.
"Ha! No. That was me messing around to get you to my way of thinking instead of rating high on being a total swot." Sirius made a face at the terms, but he wasn't about to let the mood, such as it was, be dragged down by James' awful vocabulary. "If I can pull them off like Abe, all I need is a goat and I'm set."
Seeing James without his glasses was rather tempting for a while. Although he looked like a shaggy though rather lovable and lost puppy. Though he could understand the feeling of being naked without something - though that had never been a problem for him. He clinked the glasses and the strange sound indicated they were in tact. "You're no fun at all, sometimes, Potter."
"I'm a fucking full time riot," James protested, using his wand to flip the glasses out of Sirius's hands and into his own. He placed his glassed on his face and gave a slight sigh of relief as his friend's face came into view. "And the most fun you're ever going to have," he said, before he realized just how dirty that sounded and busted up laughing. "Most fun you're never going to have, rather," he clarified.
He scooted across the floor on his arse like some sort of crabwalking flobberworm and settled next to Sirius.
"We should do something," he said. "Anything."
"Oh, I do declare, Mr Potter, that you are spoken for and I don't generally fuck wet dogs. Oh, well, I suppose you could count Mary there, the girl has claws." He snickered, trying to keep the tone as light as he could. He wondered briefly if James knew how much things would change this year, with a baby and them older and not even counting all that danger that followed them around.
"We could save the world, but that's such a cliche," Sirius grinned, pushing his hair out of his eyes with a yawn.
"You're the dog Pads... and I don't bitch when you climb into bed with me with wet feet and dog breath so leave my hair alone," he quipped, elbowing Sirius hard in the arm. "And somehow I don't think Mac would be crazy about you calling her a wet dog," James added. "Just guessing but "Soggy Bitch" isn't exactly high on the praise chart last I checked. Wouldn't risk calling Lils that, that's for damn sure," he added.
"And yeah, who wants to save the world?" he asked, wrinkling his nose. "That's for people with promise. I say we blow things off this afternoon, go to the muggle cinema and then cast charms to tie all the shoelaces in the place together," he said conspiratorily. "Watch'em fall... no harm done."
He was whispering now, because Heaven help him if Lily or even Remus at this point, caught wind of such a fucking stupid plan. It sounded brilliant.
"I aint married, it gives me a bit of leeway with who I can climb on and what I can say to tempermental scots," Sirius had to laugh at that, because James really was starting to sound like such a parent...then he came out with things like tying shoelaces together. As a rule, people were always more interesting when they were in a mood. Except Remus, that tended to lead to all manner of problems.
"And risk dying by going out? Sounds like a bloody plan to me. I need a good ride - the bike, not anything else you gutter-minded queer-boy." He tried to stand and...then remembered the curse. He countered it before going into some fresh giggles. "Come on, before your balls wrinkle and dry up."
"Let me just... tell Marlene I'm going out," he said. "Lils's napping. No point in waking her up," he said, knowing that really he was afraid of his wife and not wanting to actually say that outloud. "And the bike sounds Brill. I call back," he laughed, knowing that he'd HAVE to have back anyway. Sirius hardly ever let James drive.
"C'mon then. S'almost 4 and the matinees will be almost over when we get there. Perfect timing."