"I write her a letter
just a few short lines,
and suffer death
a thousand times."
Asteria O'Connor, sole heir of a prestigious wizarding family,
has other plans when the self-proclaimed Marauders decide to
torment her and her housemates.
It's abo...
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sirius
"Prongs I swear, if you hit me with that pillow one more time, I'll break into your house during Summer, and hang the head of a deer above your bed."
The thwack sound of a pillow making contact followed by James shouting desperately for me to come save him makes me turn my tired body over and pry my eyes open. I glance lazily between my open curtains at the scene before me.
I conclude that Remus is winning the wrestling match. This is mainly due to the fact that the pillow which James was using to hit the werewolf, is currently being held over his face, constricting him of air.
I can't leave my brother hanging.
I launch myself out of my bed and tackle Remus to the floor. James cheering victoriously behind me once he regains his breath. Remus shoves me off of him and scowls at the both of us. I then turn to James and slap him over the back of the head.
"Oi, what was that for?" he complains with a frown, holding the wounded area.
"For waking me up," I tell him, getting up and retreating back under the Gryffindor coloured covers, "on a Saturday."
James has always been an early riser. Ready for the day the moment his eyes open. I've known this since we started school of course but once I moved in with him, I sometimes got Fleamont to cast a Silencio over him so that his shouting wouldn't wake me up. Even then he'd just jump on me until I got annoyed enough to engage in some form of interaction.
"But you're up now, Pads. Come on," he groans. "I wanna spy on the Slytherins. You're coming too Moony."
This piques my interest, making me open my eyes once more, silently asking for him to continue.
"They have their Quidditch tryouts today," he explains. "I wanna see what we'll be up against this year." He moves closer to me so that we're eye to eye. "They've won the cup for the past four years running. I need to start planning strategies as soon as I can if we want our team to even come close to a win. Godric, last year was my first year as Captain and only the second time we've ever been in the final. We're getting close, Pads. I can feel it."
I groan but get up anyways, cracking my neck as I go over to the chest of drawers beside my bed.
"Why isn't Wormy getting rudely woken up?" I question, glancing over at the snoring boy in the corner of the room. "He's a big fan of Quidditch too."
"Our good friend Pete was serving detention last night and I think he deserves a bit of a lie on," claims James whilst grabbing some binoculars from his trunk.
