james_potter17 (james_potter17) wrote in restrictedsect, @ 2009-07-04 23:53:00 |
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James usually liked the train ride up to school. It was the time that he took to savour in the last few hours of freedom from school and homework with his friends before they were all doomed to a year of studying and finding ways to break the new school rules that were bound to be set in place by Argus Filtch. It was a tough job but someone had to do it, James would always say to his friends, someone had to make sure that Filtch was keeping on the top of his game. This year, James wound up trapped for a good part of his morning riding in the Prefect’s compartment, listening as the Head Boy and Girl dictated the jobs and responsibilities of the Prefects and, after that, they reviewed all one hundred and seventy seven school rules that were to be followed.
Please… James thought as they stated rule number thirty-six, no Ever-Flavor Chewing Gum (It never looses flavor! So you can chew for days and days and days…) allowed during class time, I’ve broken every one of these rules, I know them off by heart …Wonder what the trolley lady has today… Maybe I’ll try to knick a few treacle tarts offa her, the old broad usually likes to be flattered…
James was the first to rise once they were told that they were free to head back to their own compartments. The door was swinging wildly behind him as he walked out the door before most of the others could get out from their seats. He managed to stop the old witch pushing the trolley along the narrow corridor of the train and, after passing a few compliments her way about how nice her hair looked and insisting that she had purchased a new hat since it looked absolutely lovely on her, James found himself the owner of an armful of sweets, including chocolate frogs, pumpkin pasties, licorice wands and extra treacle tart. He was grinning broadly from ear to ear as he pushed open the door to their usual compartment on the train and dumped the load of sweets on top of Sirius’ head.
“Alright there, Padfoot?” He said loudly and with a wide smile as he announced his way into the compartment where his friends had already been waiting, “Ah, watch out for the treacle tart and TRY not to squash any of them, I’ve got claim on all of them!” James paused and picked up the one that was caught in Sirius’ hair, “Er, right… ‘Cept for this one of course… THIS one… I picked out ESPECIALLY for you.” He had said with a sheepish grin as he brushed the crumb’s out from the boy’s dark hair, “…Didja miss me?”