everything | [marauders]

[Sirius Orion Black]

it feels like I'm losing again
when I've lost everything

Frustration surged through his veins he walked through the portrait hole and threw his messenger bag down on the floor. The dull clunk had not even caught his ears as Sirius kicked the nearest thing in sight, which was one of those disgustingly plushy but comfortable high-backed-winged armchairs. The vibrant red chair shuddered a little bit when his foot met the leg of it, but all it really did was result in Sirius's own stubbed toe. He let out a partial yap of pain at his own stubbed toe and perhaps even ignorance or carelessness due to his own anger. He obviously had no beef with this high-backed armchair, really it lay deeper somewhere else. He had just had a confrontation in his last class that led to the deduction of about fifty points from Gryffindor because some Slytherin had to run his filthy mouth. He was bad-talking some muggleborn again and Sirius couldn't bare to hear it considering he was sitting between two of them, of course not by choice mind you, so he started to speak out against what they were saying. Naturally the fight escalated and just when they were all about to pull their wands on each other the teacher caught them. To think that history of magic actually got exciting sometimes when it came to N.E.W.T.s level, really. Needless to say the dispute had been short lived after the teacher had gotten involved, still he had also taken points from Slytherin but not as many. Maybe the volume of Sirius's voice had been a bit louder than the two Slytherins or perhaps more firm, whatever the reason that had possessed the History of Magic teacher to take more points from Gryffindor than Slytherin Sirius was cursing it. He knew that his housemates were rightfully angry at him, but he was to upset at himself this moment to care. How could he have been so hard-headed? He should have just cursed them flat out.

It seemed like hexing someone or even cursing them was the solution to most of his problems these days, or at least the logical solution that he could not always engage in. Sirius would have loved doing so whenever he found himself in a tight spot, especially when it came to dealing with unruly ex-girlfriends. Oh how many times he had desired to just curse them and be done with it, he had lost track and could no longer count them on one hand. Yet, when you were Sirius Black, cynical and notorious womanizer, then collecting a mob of rebellious ex-girlfriends somehow just came naturally. That was to say especially the sort of rebellious ex-girlfriends that went out of their way to seek revenge at all costs. Certainly there were many people out to trash and destroy Sirius Black's reputation, but then there was the extreme group that more than desired to destroy him but possibly see to it that his head made it on a platter as well. Public humiliation had been plotted in the past, but it had never quite worked according to plan in the end Sirius's ego was just to large to even attempt to burn down. Having the mindset that he did didn't seem to help Sirius when it came to dealing with these sorts of crazy girls because in general he did not care. If it came down to pulling his wand on them he probably would have done so, but as he was so sorely reminded by his friends all the time he did have some sort of morals when it came to girls. He would not pull his wand on them, unless they did so first and they did deserve it. That was to say there was rule one before there was rule two, so the girl needed to pull her wand on him first. Not to say that this had not happened in the past once or twice because it had, but recently girls had taken to slapping him. That was the preferred action because it did not really involve hurting them no matter how much Sirius wanted to curse them. His anger seemed to peak a bit at this idea and then slowly begun to die off, it was as if the thing that had come to sizzle was suddenly shut off at its zenith.

Sighing and shaking his head a bit Sirius threw himself into the high-backed chair that he had just kicked moments earlier. His stubbed toe was smarting something awful, but he ignored the pain and instead opted to stare daggers at the wall for a few seconds. He knew that his anger would do him no good and that plotting revenge would now be the best option. He could do so right now in the empty common room without a shred of company and with nothing to do. It was strange to find the common room empty on this early evening, but a lot of the classes had just gotten out and perhaps people were heading to the library for the evening. This was a time of beginning school assignments, and maybe this semester students were actually wanting to get on top of their workload. Sirius definitely wasn't, he had been avoiding his homework like the plague despite Mooney's every urging to go and do something "productive." How was writing a foot of parchment on the troll invasion of Budapest "productive," Sirius would never know especially when all it did was make his fingers ache. Not to mention that he was more likely to get ink poisoning the longer he wrote the way that the ink blotted so messily on his paper was disturbing. Rolling his eyes a bit at the thought, Sirius's gray eyes shot up as suddenly the portrait hole swing open and someone entered.

ooc; took me ten times to make this thread =P
words; nine hundred something
tagg; marauders only, sorry girls
music; sevendust - aggression

[James Ignotus Potter]

The problem with now having selected classes for N.E.W.T’s is that you can end up separated from your friends who prevent you from acting stupid and instead find yourself lodge in a classroom with the only girl that you have been seriously interested in just months after she had shot a few choice words at you in front of a crowd.

At least this is the situation that James Potter had found himself in when he’d first entered the classroom for his ancient runes lesson at the beginning of a new term. The shock on his face when Lillian Evans had walked in and taken her seat was probably comical to anyone who had seen it and although they were now almost a month into the term James was still spending every lesson trying to catch her eye or get some form of recognition that she still at least considered him to be alive. Its costing him, his notes are scare to say the least and he’s pretty sure he’ll now fail the one class he needs to get the job he wants after school all because she decided she wanted to take the class to.

As the rest of the class file to the library to work on their newest James chooses to make his way back to the common room alone. He’s aware he looks pathetic, he feels pathetic, dragging his school bag along the floor behind him, a forlorn look pasted across his face. The journey back to the common room takes longer than it usually would mostly due to the fact that James isn’t really concentrating on where he’s going or who he’s walking into.

The portrait guarding the common room isn’t about to be co-operative with him either on a day like this and it takes a further five minutes before he can remember the password to gain entry.

He’s pleased by how deserted the common room is; it matches his mood better than the corridors of the castle with sunlight streaming through the windows. It seems as though they are purposely mocking him on a day that he’s chosen to be a miserable as possible before eleven o’clock. He notes Sirius seething by himself next to the fireplace and begins to head over, making it halfway across the room before the school bag decides that it had endured as much as it possibly can and the fastening comes undone. James stares at it in dismay as books spill out and a pot of ink makes a break for it coming to rest under a nearby table. He shrugs and throws the strap to the floor with the bag deciding to continue across the rest of the room without it.

Reaching the area where Sirius is sitting James rolls himself haphazardly over the back of the settee coming to rest on his front with his face now pressed into the pillows and offers Sirius a greeting in the form of “mmpsuh mmmph” He wonders vaguely if he can just stay here forever, in time people would come to accept that this was his space and stop trying to move him or mention how pathetic he is. People would just carry on with their lives, Sirius would continue trying to feel up every female inhabitant of the school before he leaves, Peter probably wouldn’t notice anything different, Remus, hopefully would bring him some chocolate from time to time out of pity for his fallen friend and Lily, all going to plan, would realise she loved James all along but now she’s ruined everything and become old and crazy like that woman in some muggle novel Remus kept banging on about. James couldn’t currently remember the name but he knew there was something about mouldy cake. Which just made him want some cake.

He wonders what Remus is doing at this moment and whether he has any chocolate on him. If there’s one thing James appreciates its that Remus always carries some form of chocolate about his person. Apart from this he wonders why Sirius has yet to ask him what’s wrong, surely his problems can’t be so dire that he can ignore James’ rather dramatic scene. At least James hopes not as he’s not sure how much longer he can actually keep his face pressed against the pillows.

outfit ,,

[Remus John Lupin]

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back and forth like some walking spastic
How can a fistfight be romantic?
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Remus sat in Arithmancy, trying as hard as he could to keep his attention steady on what was being taught. He had taken on many classes this year, hoping to get NEWTs in all of them. Two days until the full moon and unlike years past where Remus would eventually give up and just relax instead of pushing himself, he would push himself this year. After all it was the beginning of the year and he did not want to fall behind, plus if he pushed himself now and got ahead he wouldn't feel as bad when he would be confined to the Hospital Wing after the full moon. Remus would not let himself fall behind, not this year. So the brunette tried his best to clear his tired mind and focus on the lesson. He began to copy down the numbers and even though it seemed like hours he was finally done.

The boy packed his things up, going over in his mind what work he should do first. Well I really should get on those Ancient Runes translations, they should be fairly easy, he thought to himself as he swung the bag over his shoulder and headed out from the classroom. His heart began to pound and he slowed himself down, forgetting that his body was at the exhausted state that it was. He was sure that at least James and Sirius would be back from class already as they were always the first to leave their classes. The boy sighed softly wondering if Peter was desperately trying to study somewhere, it was sad. If he would simply let Remus help him study... the boy shook his head that always resulted on Remus basically teaching him class which he didn't mind but he was much too tired and busy to do that right now.

The walk to the common room seemed so long and tedious and he wished that his heart would stop trying to beat it's way out of his chest. Finally he reached the portrait and smiled, though the Fat Lady seemed quite ruffled and began to rant and rave about James no less. Remus nodded sympathetically and quickly spoke the password, entering the common room. He quirked a brow at the state of his two best friends, another sigh surpassed his lips and he crossed over to where James had either carelessly dropped his bag or merely let it spill out in front of him and not give a damn. Remus whispered a tidying spell to get all the books back in their proper place within the bag and a cleaning spell followed for the ink. With some difficulty the boy lifted James bag onto a small table as well as his own.

Despite their states, Remus gave them both a smile. "So is anyone going to tell me what happened?" His voice was soft, you could almost hear the exhaustion but their was some lightness. The boy gently took a seat across from Sirius. The short boy pulled his legs up on the plushy chair with him, he guessed some relaxing wouldn't kill him. He stifled a yawn, pressing his hand over his mouth. Remus reached into his robes pulling out some of Honeydukes famous chocolate and threw some to the both of them, he was sure they were both already expecting it. For when any of his friends were down he'd always produce chocolate. He didn't care for any himself right now, he didn't feel like eating at all which he was use to by now, that 'symptom' always seemed to come around two days before transformation.

Remus leaned back in the chair a bit more though he was on the ready to talk to either one, he loved helping his friends, he could his own problems on the back burner and put their needs first. Remus was famous for doing that and he rather liked it, it kept him busy.


TAGS:: Sirius/James
LISTENING TO:: THE USED`` on the cross
WORDS:: I dunno around 600 or 700?
NOTES:: ^^
CREDIT:: this template is credit to Trinity Darling at CAUTION 2.0.

[Sirius Orion Black]

it feels like I'm losing again
when I've lost everything

It didn't take Sirius long to recognize his best friend, James Potter, as he stumbled into the room looking as if he too were having the day of his life. Sirius averted his eyes warily to the fireplace, almost in a grumpy manner although he knew that James would acknowledge him as soon as he saw him. Yet he didn't feel like greeting James first because he was not certain if the other were much in the mood for talking judging by the look on his face. Sirius too was probably not very much conversation at the moment he was still resigned to that frustrated feeling that was welling up in whatever free space was left in his mind at the moment. Seconds later he heard a series of loud thuds and crashes, and the sound of a rolling ink bottle. He assumed that James had somehow managed to drop his bag, or maybe he too had thrown it aside with the force that Sirius had earlier employed against his own bag. Watching James drag himself across the room now that he was in Sirius's view seemed almost a terribly arduous task. It was painful to watch nearly, it was clear that something had gotten Prongs down or else he would not be making such an errand of dragging himself across the common room.

“mmpsuh mmmph”

Catching the muffled greeting after watching James drape himself over a nearby sattee, Sirius responded with one of his own. "Everning.." He grumbled, his voice trailing and dragging on the word which was barely audible. It seemed like far to much effort to open his mouth at the moment, which was something that was rare for Sirius who was constantly talking about something. Certainly the incident earlier had been miniscule, but he had let it get to him far more than he should have. A lot of little things were involved in and around it though, it wasn't just that it was so many more things -- things that Sirius was never willing to talk about. But that small thing had been worth getting frustrated over, so that was the beginning of letting something out but not the whole thing. No he would still keep the majority of that to himself if he could help it, perhaps he would tell James and Remus some of it but definitely not all of it. There was just to much stuff for him to unload onto the backs of his friends, it would seem cruel to drag them in to deeply to his situation, which was much bigger than him to begin with. Within this desperately scattered train of thought, Sirius took vague notice that the portrait hole had swung open again. This time though he did not take the time and effort to look up instead his gray eyes were fixated on the crackling fire that lay somewhere immediately in front of him. The familiar careful footsteps and whispered words that he heard next easily gave away the identity of the common room's newest occupant. Of course Remus would find them both here, he was rather good at that thing, Sirius thought to himself.

"So is anyone going to tell me what happened?"

Leave it to Mooney to sound calm, cool, and collected like always, there was also that constant soothing quality in his voice tone that was so prominent. Sirius could probably drift off just listening to it, but somehow today it caught his attention and when he looked up Remus was sitting across from them. There were traces of brightly colored wrapped papers clutched in his hand already, and Sirius knew it was coming. Sirius easily caught the candy that was flung in his direction, he reflexes were rather good possibly because of all the toning that they had undergone due to Quidditch practice. "Fifty points from Gryffindor!" Sirius groaned with a scowl, his words seemed not to be directed towards either one of his friends. He said this before passionately lunging into another one of his rather angry rants, "And those bloody Slytherins are all to blame for it. They were picking on a muggleborn again!" There was a heated quickness in the way that these words left his lips as his gray eyes seemed to form sparks at the mere thought of it. He begun to fiddle with the candies wrappings, they were still packaged Sirius had yet to touch the chocolate but it probably would not last long in his hands.

words; seven hundred maybe less?
music; sevendust - driven
tagg; marauders

[James Ignotus Potter]

James heard Sirius offer him a greeting soon after he’d flopped down into the pillows although he didn’t respond directly to the greeting, instead raising his hand half-heartedly in the air towards Sirius in an acknowledgement that he’d heard him speak.

He wasn’t sure how long the two of them sat there is silence, the only noise been the occasional log in the fireplace crumbling. James wondered how long the blissful silence in the common room would last, he knew that the majority of his ancient runes class had started some form of study group in the library in an attempt to keep up with their workload but he was hoping that with the sun shining most of the students would make their way outside to enjoy the final bits of sunshine before winter set in. James certainly hoped so he was in no mood to have to act up for the sake of other students as the marauders usually did he just wanted to stay here, muffled in this pillow and block out the rest of the world.

It wasn’t until he heard the bags thump down on the table that James a even aware someone else had entered the room, he assumed that by the quite footsteps that it must have been Remus, Peter had never been light footed which was surprising considering him animagus choice. This was quickly confirmed by the tired sounding voice of his friend ”So is anyone going to tell me what happened?” James didn’t respond immediately, he was considering the best way to word the scenario which had played out earlier that day in order to make himself sound as least ridiculous as possible.

He heard Remus snapping the chocolate in half and the piece landing on his back as his friend threw it to him, he realised he was going to have to show some form of movement now as he wasn’t sure as to whether Remus had unwrapped it or not and he didn’t want a large brown splodge on the back of his white shirt when he still had an astronomy class later this evening. He lifted his head and flipped himself over on the settee, propping himself up on one to get a better view of the two marauders sitting opposite ends of the fire place from him. His face was slightly red from lack of oxygen in the pillows but as soon as he’d managed to fish the chocolate out from under himself and take a bite out of it he began to feel slightly better as he was distracted from the memory of earlier.

Fifty points from Gryffindor! James chose not to respond straight away, he could tell that Sirius had been seething over this topic since he arrived and decided it was best to allow him to rant and not interrupt, otherwise Sirius would continue in a strop until his face turned red and he looked as though he was going to explode. Which James found rather funny if he wasn’t on the receiving end of it. And those bloody Slytherins are all to blame for it. They were picking on a muggleborn again!

James responded with a ‘tutting’ noise to show his disapproval at the other house ”Fifty points though Pads, what did you do kill him?” He knew it was most likely that Sirius had just been caught by a professor who had graduated Slytherin house in their day and therefore more partial to it but it was fun to hope otherwise. He scrolled up the wrapping from the chocolate Remus had given him and flicked it across the rug into the fireplace.

outfit ,,

[Remus John Lupin]

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back and forth like some walking spastic
How can a fistfight be romantic? -----------------------------------

Remus allowed himself to relax against the chair beneath him, the large chair itself was much larger than Remus. The brunette imagined he must look rather comical, as the chair was nearly engulfing the small boy. Remus nodded sympathetically, hearing the frustration embedded in Sirius's voice. He wondered if Sirius had gotten into another fight, something that Sirius seemed to be doing a lot of lately. Though whenever Remus would stumble upon him fighting he would try his best to break it up in a calm manner (much more difficult than he thought) and never took points from either side. In his mind he could justify it for instead of docking points from both he just didn't take any away and warned both parties.

Remus frowned though at the words Sirius spoke, "regardless of the amount of points lost, I'm sure that the student was very grateful to have someone stick up for them." Remus gave him a sad smile, there was nothing he hated more than discrimination. Though he didn't put it into words particularly, Remus was very happy that Sirius stood up for the muggleborn. It was sad to see how much more superior certain purebloods though they were, it nearly made him sick. Bloodline was something that no one could have control over, Remus shook his head. His amber eyes caught sight of James finally sitting up and facing them, he gave him a smile and placed the chocolate back in his pocket though if they wanted more he would surely give it to them.

"Well if it makes either of you feel better, today I docked about that amount or so from a group of Slytherins as they were hexing and teasing a small Ravenclaw first year," Remus was not usually one to talk about what he did as a prefect, what points he docked from whom and what not. Though he did so in hopes to lighten the mood but it made him feel sick just thinking about it, the girl was so upset, so young. The Slytherins had to at least be fifth years, they should have known much better to tease and hex anyone let alone a lost first year. It was almost the same sort of situation, discrimination. He had faced so much of it as a child.

-'Honestly, why she would even bring him around? He could lash out at any time!'
-'Violet, he's only a child!'
-'It doesn't matter, you know how they are.'

"Come along now Remus," his mother gave him a reassuring smile and took his hand as they walked through the store. Eyes followed him, laced with disdain. "Mother... maybe we should go? Could I wait outside?" his small voice was barely above a whisper.

"No dear, no it's fine," his mother's voice was rather shaky.

'Ahem, Mrs Lupin, while we appreciate you're business we'd like if you'd come alone from now on, a lot of people are rather wary of your son,' a distinguished looked wizard spat. 'I'd really not like to cause a scene so I'd like for you to leave.'

Before his mother could muster another word the small boy gave a tug, "please mother, let's go," the eight year old let go of his mother's hand and hurried as fats as he could out of the store. He didn't dare to make eye contact with anyone though he could feel their disgusted looks burning into him.

Returning his attention to his two best friends he sighed, "I just don't know why it's such a big deal." Though he soon realized they were probably at a loss as to what he was thinking about, "erm blood that is, I think judgment of character should be much more important than who's a muggleborn and who's half blood." Though he knew ranting about it would do nothing. He yawned and the boy looked over to James for a moment, wondering why he was so upset, probably something to do with Lily. He'd been so upset about her, so serious now, Remus felt bad for him.

Remus folded his legs as he sat, gaze fixated on the window settling on where the nearly full moon would be once nighttime had fallen, cursing it for a moment. Though he soon returned his gaze once more to his friends.

TAGS:: Sirius and James
LISTENING TO:: RED`` let go
WORDS:: 725
CREDIT:: this template is credit to Trinity Darling at CAUTION 2.0.