the marauders: prongs, a jily fanfiction

chapter 8

disclaimer: everything goes to you-know-who...WAIT NO NOT VOLDEMORT I MEAN JK ROWLING

James POV:

"She'll be fine, Prongs. She's a strong woman, like Russian women. You know Russian women? Never met one, but heard they're tough as nails, and smart too. You think Evans is Russian? Prongs?"

(no offense to any Russian people out there)

"SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP, MATE!" I roared. Sirius shrinked back even though he had a huge grin on his face. "Sorry," I muttered, running a hand through my jet black hair. I flattened the part in the back where it kept sticking up. Bloody cowlick.

"Besides, Evans is strong. And she's a redhead. What better combination? Plus she's smart. She's probably figuring out a quadratic formula to how the Dwarf Theory applies to gnomes and dwarfs, and whether they can be related while she's in her coma," Sirius babbled.

"Padfoot, number one, you're going off your rocker, what happened? And second of all, why are you smart all of a sudden?" I asked, distracted.

Sirius put a hand on his heart with a shocked expression mockingly and said scathingly, "I can be smart, Prongs. Maybe I'm actually a descendant of Smarty McSmartsmarts III and you never realized it."

I snorted. "You're related to Evans?"

He rolled his eyes and harrumphed, which was quite funny since it sounded like a mixture of a bark, a snort, and a sound as if he was severely constipated.

I paced quickly, looking down at the perfectly clean white tile floors. An idea crossed my mind. "Hmm," I mused, looking up. "What's it now, Prongs? You've got an idea," Sirius remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"D'you reckon..." I trailed off, my mouth twitching. My mouth spread into a wide grin.

I made a circle with my thumb and index finger, and blew into it, making a sharp and ringing whistle.

A second later, I heard the vague sound of something bouncing off the walls, literally, as I heard vases shattering, pictures shouting scathingly, McGonagall shrieking so loud that Padfoot accidentally reverted to Snuffles, and a loud shout of glee.

Guess who it was?

"PEEVES!" I shouted, raising my arms and waving. "Hmph, Potter again. What do you want?" Peeves said, a bit grumpily.

Shall I tell you the story? Well, awhile ago, we were planning a prank, but of course at that time, Lily was apparently dating Chase Newcastle, so I needed to take care of that. We (Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail, and I) were heading up to the Astronomy Tower, but on the way, somehow, we found Peeves taking a 'bath' (he was hovering above the water) in his little rubber ducky shorts and talking to the mermaid in the prefect bathroom. We even managed to take a picture with this new photogenic camera that Moony invented, which could capture anything. Peeves begged us not to show it, so in return, he gave us each a promise to whistle whenever we needed him. He was our new ally, but he still had the picture so we could threaten him once in awhile. It also turned out that Chase Newcastle had been cheating on Lily with Celeste Letterman, so I just caught them and when Lily yelled at me for interfering, I merely showed her the picture of them.

Anyway...

I turned to Peeves and said, "Peeves? I need you to wreak as much havoc and cause as much destruction as you did in the hallway, only much more. And do it in the hospital room. Just don't touch any of the patients. So basically get Madam Pomfrey out of the hospital wing and make her do a couple rounds before getting back in."