|12 May 1976, Great Hall, Breakfast.
||[Jun. 5th, 2005|06:53 pm]
James jerked his neck sharply to one side and grinned in relief at the series of loud pops that emitted from it. Remus next to him grimaced and shook his head. "Sleeping in the shower getting old yet, James?"
Shaking his head, James reached for a scone and buttered it. "Bloody hell no. But as you well know, I am neither one blind to certain defeat, nor likely to go down without a fight, and so if you will observe carefully..." pausing mid-sentence, he reached for the plate of scones and took a small bag out of his pocket. It was full of what looked like chopped up berries, which James shook onto the plate of scones. A wave of his wand sunk the pieces into the scones, and James satisfiedly put the plate in front of the seat that Sirius would occupy. Thanking Merlin once again for McGonagall's insistence on having Sirius meet her early to discuss his latest detention, he looked sternly at Remus and Peter. "One word and you two can consider yourselves unfriended." Peter looked suitably worried, but Remus just rolled his eyes and went back to his book.
What James had, in fact, put on the scones were chopped-up bits of one of Bott's Specialty Beans. Sold separately from the Every Flavor Beans, these caused unfortunately unusual reactions in the people who ate them. They only lasted a few seconds, so one didn't have to go about whistling and emitting steam like a teakettle or trumpeting like an elephant for longer than necessary. But James had doctored these a little, soaking them in a time potion he'd brewed himself so (he hoped) about ten minutes after Sirius finished eating one of the scones, he would be unable to speak English. Instead, every time he tried to talk, he would quack like a duck. This would last about two or three hours.
No sooner had James resumed sipping at his hot chocolate than Sirius crashed into the Great Hall and flopped down in his seat, outraged and bemoaning his latest detention. James hid his smile in his cup as Sirus grabbed a scone and stuffed half of it into his mouth. At last, success... Playing it cool, he made all the appropriate noises of dismay at McGonagall's pronouncement (he did agree, four nights of detention with Filch just for Shrinking Greta Catchlove's blouse was a bit extreme- really, he understood it was embarrassing, but the way her buttons popped off had been priceless) and waved a cheerful goodbye when Sirius stormed off to Care of Magical Creatures. God, I wish I could be there to see him...
The smile slid off his face a few seconds later when Lily stopped, said, "Oh, we didn't get scones at my end of the table," and walked away thoughtfully munching on one before any of the boys could stop her.
Remus just looked at him with a look half sympathetic, half amused. "I hear India's lovely this time of year."