The Marauders: Year Six #Wattys2017

I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU

"He just jumped off the bloody balcony and flew away?" Sirius was staring at James in utter disbelief.

James nodded, "Casual as could be. Just..." and he mimed somebody walking with his fingers across his arm and off his elbow. "And..." a wave of his hand to indicate the flying.

Sirius looked around at Remus and Peter. "Alright, blokes, I know it's Moldy Voldy that's done it but... that's sort of ridiculously badass."

Remus said, "It's... impressive, that's for sure."

Peter trembled, "But he can fly," he said nervously, "He can bloody fly! Without a broomstick! That's... that's..."

"Hardcore?" Sirius suggested.

"I was thinking terrifying to the depths of my very soul, rather," Peter said, "But sure. Hardcore works as well."

Sirius leaned back against Remus's lap on their bed, taking a bite out of a licorice wand, crossing one leg over his knee and wagging the wand as he spoke, "You know, you got to hand it to him, the Dark Lord is obviously horrid and I hate his fucking guts, but blow me and call me Drooble's Best if he ain't got style."

"I may never eat Droobles again," James announced, throwing a stuffed bear that one of the girls had left outside the Marauder's dormitory door that afternoon with a balloon and a note asking James to the Yule Ball.

"Throwing your bloody fan gifts at me, are you, Potter?" Sirius snapped, sitting up and grabbing the bear from the air as he sailed at Sirius's face. He turned the bear over. "Oh gods Evans, this thing is grotty. Look at it's stupid face. It makes me want to stab it in the heart."

"It talks, too," Peter, who had been the one who had found it, said.

Sirius looked over, "No. It doesn't. It can't. Does it?"

"Squeeze it."

Sirius squeezed it.

I LOVE YOU! the bear squeaked.

James was red.

"Fuck me sideways." Sirius looked over at James. "Please. Give me permission to stab it."

"I don't care what you do with it," James replied.

Sirius grinned and pulled out his pocket knife. He was about to spear the bear in the heart when he paused and said, "NO. Wait. Bloody hell you know what would be marvelous? We fly up to the top of the tower and tie it onto the spire."

James snorted.

"Seriously, though, they're getting a mite crazy," Remus said.

"Siriusly," snickered Sirius, who was using his knife to cut a seam in the back of the bear.

"Yeah will you please pick someone to go to the Yule Ball already?" begged Peter, "They ask us every time you're not around where you're at and if you've got someone yet and when you'll be chosing and it's just so bloody annoying."

James snickered, "I haven't decided yet. I'm holding out 'til all the prospects are in."

"The prospects are basically every fucking female in this entire school," Sirius said, digging about in the cottony guts of the bear and withdrawing the plastic voice box. "And also that Ravenclaw bloke with the bad haircut."

"Anthony," said Remus, "His name is Anthony Sparks."

"Anthony Sparks? Really?" James said, feigning interest, "How about that." He laid back on his mattress and looked at the ceiling.