This is exactly what the title says.
These are all oneshots/drabbles that I wrote out based on randomly generated incorrect quotes! It's chaos with one serious scene sprinkled in. Enjoy!
Some ships included.
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"And Gryffindor has just won the Inter-House Quidditch Cup! Let's hear some noise from the crowd!"
Two out of the four houses in the stands began screaming and yelling boisterously, the stands shaking with the jumping students and sudden movement. McGonagall was struggling to get the mic back from Dorcas who was still yelling excitedly for the win as the Ravenclaw house let out groans of disappointment. The Slytherin stand remained entirely silent as Gryffindor and Hufflepuff set off magical poppers and cheered even louder. On the playing field, the Ravenclaw team shouted in annoyance, some throwing their brooms to the ground in frustration while the Gryffindor team yelled for joy.
James was suddenly swept up onto the shoulders of a few teammates and hefted into the air, his arms raised as he whooped and shouted with joy. Even a few of the normally more stoic Gyrffidnors were running around or shouting, pushing and shoving each other into a small sea of red and gold teenagers.
"Sirius!" Sirius perked up from where he had been in the middle of the team and looked around, only to be tackled by a blur of blonde and red. "You did so good, mate! You better be planning on partying with us after this!"
"Marls!" Sirius gasped as the shorter girl swept him into a bone-crushing hug. "The hell, mate?! 'Course I'm going to the party, you cow! We won after all!"
Marlene whooped loudly and Sirius shook his head and scooped her onto his back. She yelped in surprise before settling and lifting her fists into the air. She yelled loudly and the Gryffindor house (and Dorcas) responded enthusiastically, leaving Marls to giggle excitedly as Sirius walked them both into the hollow stands and down into the lockers that were below. As Sirius let his friend drop back to the floor, she was swept up by the other girls and herded away to change and hurry back to the dorms.
Sirius chuckled and shook his head, walking over to his locker where he kicked it open and began changing. Just as Sirius had pulled off his chest plate, a heavy shoulder knocked against the locker next to his and made him look up. "Moony! You made it!"
Remus, who had been down for the count after the previous full moon the other night, only smiled and grabbed Sirius into a hug. Sirius was assaulted by the sudden realisation that he smelled like shit before he stumbled forward and caught himself against the locker Remus leaned against. Remus grabbed his shoulders and grinned at him, all crooked teeth and squinty eyes and, goddamn Sirius loves that man.
"You were bloody brilliant!" he exclaimed, hands tightening on his shoulders and Sirius flushed pink.
"I just hit around a ball, Moony. Nothing super important." Since when was he so modest?
"Nonsense!" Remus laughed and Sirius smiled crookedly as Remus's scarred hands grabbed his face. "I could practically kiss you!"
They both seemed to process his statement at the same time. Remus's cheeks and ears flamed bright red and his green eyes went impossibly wide beneath his curly bangs. Sirius choked on his breath and nearly fell forward into his taller friend, only supported by his hands still pressed against the locker behind Moony. They gaped at one another, both awkward and horrified at what had just been uttered in the heat of the moment.
Eventually, Sirius managed to look Remus in the eyes and choke out, "Uh- neat!"
"I said 'neat', Lily! I said fucking 'neat' like a twat!" Sirius wailed into the common room couch they had face planted into, his arms and legs hanging limply over the edge. The celebration party had only recently ended and Sirius had immediately kept Lily behind to lament to her. "Who the fuck says 'neat' these days? It's not neat to say 'neat', but I said it anyway because I'm fucking stupid!"
Lily turned a page in her book and snuggled down further into James's quidditch jumper. "Don't beat yourself up too much, Sirius. Everyone gets nervous sometimes."
There was a beat of silence before Sirius groaned dramatically into the red couch cushion and flipped onto his back, arms flopped over his forehead. His face was still bright pink at the memory and he ruffled his long hair in annoyance, leaving the waves to stick up wildly around his head.
Eventually Lily sighed. "Remember what happened when James confessed to me the first time?"
Sirius stilled on the couch. He suddenly perked up a bit and lifted his head, various leather necklaces clinking with his movement. "Didn't you, like, thank him or some shit?" he was smiling mischievously now.
Lily closed her book with a snap and stared regretfully into the fireplace. Her green eyes were far away and her face flushed. "I fucking thanked him, Padfoot..."
