Who: Sirius Black & James Potter What: Camping in the Forbidden Forest When: 16 September 1977 Where:Forbidden Forest Warnings: Brawesomeness; low Status: Threaded; incomplete
They had finally made it into the throng of the Forbidden Forest, to the middle of one of the 'most dangerous places' without a scratch or anything else to make them regret the decision. In fact, the boys were positively bouncing, ready to spend an entire night out there just to prove that they could (and, admittedly, in order to see some creatures they'd never get an up close and personal view of otherwise). Sirius threw his bag down on the little flat area they'd found to stay at before he found James.
"Prongs!" He shouted, using the boy's shoulder to hoist himself onto James' back, high enough that he didn't need to choke him by trying to hold on. "What do you see, you stag?" Sirius was whispering suspensefully as his eyes scanned the trees for any movement whatsoever. There were plenty of things for them to do, but Sirius was easily distracted and everything had to have his attention; nothing could be missed.