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"HE WHAT?!" Narcissa screamed, starting to descend the stairs that led to the dorm, "Doesn't he know? We have plans Saturday. You know those plans can't happen if you're in detention! Right?!"

"I know! I know! It's not like I didn't try to get out of it." Cassandra snapped back, struggling to keep up with her rapid pace.

She whined, "But-" 

"It was bound to happen eventually," Cassandra stated, opening the door to her dorm. "We've been ditching all week."

"But why did it have to happen now?" The blonde groaned, falling back on her bed.

She scoffed and Narcissa snapped her head towards her, quirking an eyebrow. "Don't ask me! I didn't give myself detention!"

This caused an eye roll for Narcissa, pulling a pillow over her face. 

"There's no getting out of this one, Black." The freckled girl said, falling into the bed next to her.

"Fucking hell."

. . .

"SORRY, WHAT NOW?" Sirius said, finally averting his gaze from the quill that was previously a teabag.

"I got early detention this Saturday," Mumbled James.

"Without me?!" Sirius sighed dramatically, half-joking.

"Thankfully, you tosser,"

"Oi!-"

"For fucks sake, please shut up? Some people have work to do," Remus intervened, nodding towards Peter who was trying to brew Felix Felicis.

Sirius moved his wand to point at Peter's cauldron and in a matter of seconds it blew up in his face. Sirius fell off the common room couch laughing while James tried to keep himself together. Remus was scolding Sirius for being a prick (said boy was too busy laughing to notice), and Peter looked distraught.

"Had it comin', mate," The culprit managed to cry out.

"'S not funny," Peter whined, dragging out the 'n'.

It was now Remus' turn to try and keep himself together while James had lost it.

Peter mumbled something along the lines of "stupid pricks", but was unheard as he started laughing along with them.

. . .

"YOU BOMBED SOMETHING?!" Gideon exclaimed.

"What? No- I bombed the test." Amos said. Gideon's mouth formed an 'o' shape.

"My first ever detention," He scoffed, "What do you even do in detention, Gid?"

The redhead looked at him incredulously, "Hey, don't look at me, I still have a perfect record."

"Oh, piss off."

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