Marauder crack

Still under the palm tree

- What was that all about?

Sirius ignores the question with a little interested "hmm?". James stops for a moment picking up unicorn hair from the greenhouse floor. One of the Herbology teacher's imaginative punishments for putting mandrake fertiliser on the singing peonies. Professor Sprout doesn't like her peonies going out of tune.

- All that Quejicus story, man. About him being able to get Remus expelled. What was that about?

It is hot in the greenhouse. Sirius glows from sweat.

-He can't tell Dumbledore that he's a werewolf- James continues. -Dumbledore already knows.

In response, Sirius mutters something like "pffyeah".

- And all that about notifying the parents' council.- He sighs deeply, leaning on the rake. Rebellious strands of one hundred percent Potter hair have become a kind of rarefied toupee. Sirius gives it a comical look. The heat clouds James's glasses. - It is obvious that he knows, right?- Silently, Sirius gives no sign of understanding. - That he's into Guys, Padfoot. Certainly, he knows. He thinks if he speaks about it around Slytherin and then the dirty sluts go crying to tell mommy and daddy, those pureblood bastards worshipers of racial hygiene who control the council would try to expel him.

After a very long silence, Sirius seems to come out of the trance.

- Yes, that must be it.

James seems satisfied. The heat in the greenhouse condenses the humidity. He leaves traces like tears on the glass. Mandrakes sleep in sweaty beds of wet earth. There are two days left until Saturday and if James does not think about Remus and Quejicus again it is because, Saturday is his big day with Lily Evans, the future mistress of James Potter.

-I wonder how that idiot didn't stay locked in the closet when he went to get his things."- Sirius sets the other matter aside and he sits on the work table to smoke a cigarette. - The spell shouldn't have worked.- He makes a pause. - But my spells always work.

James shrugs.

- You must've been distracted with that mysterious girl who has got you from the baaaaaalllllls- and as he is singing the last words, he dodges the earth ball sent by Sirius as punishment, and neither of them has a good excuse when Professor Sprout arrives and lets out a scream of horror when she sees his greenhouse was dirtier than it was before she commissioned them to clean it.

- Putting the two of you in charge of the flowers is like pretending that a dragon nurses a butterfly !!

When Miss Sprout gets angry, she looks like a mandrake out of her mind.