belladonna | marauders imagines

James | Ghosts

"James!"

"What in the hell-" he looked like you climbed into his window in the middle of the night — which was exactly what you did.

"It's Halloween! What happened to our traditional trick or treating?" You asked, casually sitting down on his bed. He grabbed his glasses from the desk and sat up.

"We haven't done that since we were 12," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"Exactly! It's a forgotten tradition by now!" You said in excitement.

"It's 11.45, Y/N." He frowned. "Did you drink a lot of coffee or something?"

"I refuse to answer that."

"Besides, we used to do a lot of things when we were kids. Like sleep throughout the day, or believe in ghos-"

"YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?" You yelled and his eyes widened, listening to whether his parents woke up.

Once he was sure no one was awake, he glared at you.

"Why don't you yell a bit more louder? Wake up the whole street, won't ya?"

"No, wait, I'm asking the questions here," you said seriously. "What do you mean you don't believe in ghosts?"

"Which sane person actually thinks there are ghosts?" James sighed.

"Me!"

"I said sane person."

"Mean!" You folded your hands.

A laugh filled the room - one that wasn't yours or his. His mouth fell open in disbelief, before he rolled his eyes.

"Nice try, Y/n." He went back to his sleeping position, knowing you'd go down the window the same way you came up.

"Nice try what? You are mean."

"You can't be this invested in pranking me, you know. Some might say you like me." He said, his eyes closed.

He was getting comfortable in his bedsheets and you didn't reply, but stared at him like he just sprouted three extra hands.

He opened his eyes to see you unfazed, and just maybe, a sliver of fear crept into his heart.

"The laugh we just heard before," he explained. "You did it, right?"

"What laughs? Are you okay?" You sounded so worried that he sat up again.

Even though there was only the two of you in the bedroom, why did he feel watched?

"Despite what you think, I'm not a moron." He said again, though now he sounded doubtful.

You stood up hesitantly. "I think you need sleep, James. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

The laugh came again, and this time James could pinpoint the direction where it came from. He stood up and walked to the window, poking his head outside.

"What are you looking at?" You followed his gaze and found nothing.

James paled. He pointed to the nearby shed with a shaky finger.

"Uhm, what am I supposed to see?" You asked slowly, while he looked like he couldn't believe his own eyes.

In fact, he took off his glasses, rubbed it with his sleeves and put them on again.

"It's gone!" He said in shock. "I saw it just now and it's gone! Y/N what did you do? This isn't a very funny prank!"

"I didn't do anything!" You said defensively. "Something's up with your glasses. And I thought you said you didn't believe in ghosts?"

"I meant those things with a white bedsheet over them! This was a shadow and hell, it had claws. I'm positive I saw blood on the walls..."

"Yeah, you need sleep." You climbed on the windowsill and he grabbed your wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to Narnia, where I came from," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Your sarcasm isn't appreciated. You can't leave me alone after you woke me up, and you somehow summoned a creature here — I could be dead and you'll have blood on your ha-"

"Love, you're rambling," You kissed his cheek and his face turned even more red.

"This is why there are rumors of us dating!"

"If we're not dating, then why am I climbing out of your room at night?"

"That doesn't mean-"

"And did you not ask me to stay the night a few seconds back?" Your smirk couldn't get any more smug. He struggled to find his voice again.

"It's not- there was something there- god, you're insufferable!"

"Love you too!" You yelled pleasantly before climbing down the wall.

Once you were sure James got over his shock and went back to bed, you took out a wad of cash and held it up. Sirius came out of the bushes with fake blood on his hands. He grabbed the cash and started walking beside you.

"I don't get paid enough for this." He muttered and you smiled, knowing he loved every second of pranking his best friend, just like you did.