WHO: The Marauders! And whoever they run into/prank/harass. WHAT: Starting another mischievous day. WHERE: Hogwarts in general. WHEN: After the other threads by a few days. WHY: They solemnly swore they were up to no good.
It’s not every day that Sirius Black is out of bed at a decent hour.
On the contrary; on a normal day, he’d sleep until five minutes before breakfast is no longer served, stumble out of bed, thrust himself into a wrinkled set of robes and slide down the banister. That is, if James didn’t drag him out of bed with some sort of crazy antics that required getting up before the sun was fully awake in the sky.
However, much to his distaste, he had no choice today; he had been threatened with detention, extra homework, no Hogsmeade trips, a bluff about expulsion, and still James and him were never on time to anything. But then the Professor got smart. "Be on time for class tomorrow," she told them waspishly, "or I'll rearrange the dormitories so that you're in separate rooms with those who are always on time." Sirius had looked around, noticing Edward Snorn with his perfectly ironed robes and his bug-eye glasses, and felt his stomach lurch. That might be worse than rooming with Romeo, for Merlin's sake.
Upon returning to his room - ignoring Remus' smirk - he had spent two hours digging through the amazon living beneath his lumpy bed, searching for his birthday present from said werewolf the year before. Finally he emerged with the prize in hand, though admittedly a sneeze from the dust and a few cobwebs clinging to his sleeves. Le alarm clock.
Early this morning, hours earlier than he really needed to be awake, the alarm had blared in his ear, placed strategically so they would awake to the jolting monotony of the clock yelling, “GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP.” Goodness gracious great balls of fire, but he leapt up out of that bed. Bleary eyed and dazed, he was fierce enough to attack anything that came at him; he had to restrain himself from slamming the alarm clock against the wall, reminding himself that it had really been helping him. Nonetheless, he stomped into the bathroom to shower, and his footsteps were heard in the dormitory beneath him by a wide eyed first year boy, now cowering in his bedclothes, thinking that perhaps an ogre or something equally as terrifying was about to burst into his room. Poor kid.
By the time Sirius had scrubbed his hair till it shone and shaved the five o’clock shadow that now embraced his face nightly, he felt barely ready to venture into the Common Room, much less go learn in less than a few hours. From the amount of noise coming from said Common Room, he noted that the majority of the students were out of bed and dressed as well, likely exchanging roses or awaiting his arrival, and he groaned lightly. Eight hours of sleep was not enough for Sirius Black, though many girls would argue that his lack of sleep made him look dangerous and tempting. James might argue it looked as if he had a hangover.
All the same, his footsteps were equally heavy as he tripped out of the dormitory and grumbled his way into the Common Room, barely opening his eyes enough to keep himself from stumbling to his death. He hadn't run into James on the way down, but since his eyes had been closed half the morning, he wasn't sure if they hadn't crossed paths or if the messy-haired boy had just stayed out of his way as he ran his morning rampage. "James? Remus?" He called out to the room in general, feinting weakness from his lack of breakfast and hoping someone would bother to answer him. "I haven't eaten yet this morning and I'm going to, in three minutes, whether your pretty faces are in front of me or not."