The Marauders: Year Six #Wattys2017

Bertie Bott's

Bertie Bott's

"UUUGHHHHHH!! It's vomit! Gods alive!!!" Sirius dramatically flung himself back against the bed, his tongue hanging out, the box of Bertie Bott's spilling across the duvet. "My mouth, my mouth!"

Remus laughed, but hurriedly picked up the beans that were rolling all about on the bed and shoved them back into the circus-tent shaped box and handed it off to Peter, "I think I'll pass, but you lot have fun at this," he laughed.

Peter grabbed the box and took a deep breath, selecting an orange one from the depths of the box. "Alright. What's my threat?!" he asked, looking to James who held a sort of cheat sheet on the flavors in his fist.

"Alright," James looked the list over, moving his glasses to see better, "It's either mango or -- oh no --" he made a face, "Or else it's copper - like a knut! You ever licked a knut before?"

"WHY WOULD YOU LICK MONEY?" Sirius yelled, laughing, "Seriously! WHY?"

"I dunno! Haven't you ever been curious?" James asked.

"You're filthy!" Sirius bellowed.

"No! Mate, every kid does it! Sort of like every kid jams cereal up their nostril at least once."

Peter snorted, "I did that once! Mum called healers from St. Mungo's!"

"I did it once, too," James said, "And my mum freaked out but my dad just walked over and squeezed my nose so the cereal broke."

"My mum would've jammed it up further," Sirius guffawed.

Remus shook his head, "Am I the only one that knew better than to lick knuts and shove cereal up my nose then? Blimey."

The boys were lounging about the dormitory, their bellies full of ham and applesauce from dinner (though that hadn't dampened their plans to sit about eating candy and goofing off all the night long of course), and laughing uproariously over anything and everything that came to them.

"Well go on, Pete! Eat the bean already!" Sirius said.

Peter held the bean up before himself and took a deep breath, "Alright. Here goes." And he shoved it in his mouth. There was a long pause - anxious, the other three leaned forward, waiting to find out what flavor he'd gotten - and Peter let out a sigh of relief as the mango flavoring filled his mouth. "Oh thank Merlin," he murmured, "Mango!"

"LUCKY SHOT!" Sirius cried. "Prongs, you're up."

Peter and James exchanged items so that Peter now held the key and James the circus tent box. He drew a deep breath and stuck his fist into the box and rooted around a bit. He pulled his hand out to find he'd gotten a green one. "Oh tough go of it," Peter said, looking up from the chart, "You're either about to dive into seaweed or else it's musty mold!"

"Bleedin' hell don't tell me the seaweed is supposed to be the good flavor in those options!" James said, making a face. "I want a do-over!"

"You eat the beans you've drawn, Potter, unless you wanna forfeit!" Sirius answered, pointing at the pool of chocolate coins that sat on James's bed -- they were betting, playing for candy money. "Unless you wanna be a loooo-hooo-zzzaa-herrrrrrr," Sirius added, drawing out the word.

"Bugger you, Pads!" James replied, "Here we go! I dunno what one to root for!" he threw the bean into his mouth.

"In Asian countries they consider seaweed a delicacy," Remus intoned.