A Little Night Mischief
"this dorm was once a madhouse"
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"I'm bored."
Remus barely glanced up from his Divination textbook. "Okay."
"Moony!"
"Shut up and eat your eggs."
James messed up his hair and glanced around the Great Hall, looking for something else to amuse him. Unfortunately, he found nothing that caught his fancy, so he returned to sketching Quidditch plays in a notebook. Gryffindor's first match wasn't for a few weeks, and while he wasn't captain, he didn't believe in sitting idly by while others made all the important decisions. He refused to be a bystander in his own life.
"Why aren't Pete and Sirius up yet?"
"Because they're enjoying their Saturday like normal people."
James winked and ate an entire muffin in three bites. "Ah, Moony, you're in a right mood this morning."
"Imagine trying to read while your best mate is ranting about being bored even though it's eight o'clock in the morning and he can do anything he wants with his day." The scars on Remus' face stretched as he grinned, showing that he wasn't at all angry.
The bespectacled boy helped himself to another serving of scrambled eggs, sprinkling on a generous amount of pepper for good measure. His eyebrows drew together when he noticed his friend's practically-untouched plate.
"You should eat something. Just saying."
"Later," Remus mumbled as he flipped a page. "I'm not hungry."
"Rubbish."
"Right back atcha."
"Remus."
"James."
"Remus John Lupin."
"James Fl-"
"Oi!" James sprung up from his seat, a crazed look in his hazel eyes. Remus grinned, knowing how much he despised his middle name. "Don't you dare."
Remus tilted his head, eyebrows raised. "You leave me alone about breakfast, then, or I'll tell the entire school."
"You finish what's on your plate and I'll stop bothering you."
They both stared intently at each other for a moment before shaking hands and returning to their own business. A slight smirk of triumph graced Remus' face as he slowly sank back into his book, but he didn't notice James sneaking extra toast onto his plate.
"Morning. Moony, Prongs," Peter greeted as he slid into the spot next to James. He helped himself to a few muffins and poured a cup of hot chocolate simultaneously with the skill of a practiced individual.
"Morning," James replied, pushing his notebook to the side once again. "I'm bored. In case you were wondering."
"I wasn't," Peter quipped. James stuck out his tongue at him.
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Bad Timing (J. Potter)
Fanfiction"Detention again? Really?" "Yep. One hundred percent worth it, mind you." "If you were half as smart as you think you are, then you wouldn't get caught." "Maybe I wanted to get caught." "No, you didn't." "No, I didn't." - James Potter x OC
