Ellie the Marauder | Sirius Black

|28| Yes We. Yes Plans.

There I was, the morning of January 2nd, 1976, content and untroubled, cozy and drooling in my soft, cushy bed, with a few stubborn flecks of glitter still stuck to my skin and hair. I was the definition of peaceful. You know those people who make commercials for mattresses and sleep medication? Yeah, those guys would have envied the serenity and restfulness of the outrageously perfect slumber I was taking part in at that very moment.

So of course someone had to screw it all up.

"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP SNUGGLES!"

"Go away." I grumbled hiding my head under my pillow like any sane person should when coming into contact with a bothersome voice such as the one I just experienced.

"IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL CAT!" the voice sang in spite of my grumbling.

"Great. Now go away."

The unusually annoying intruder (whom my brain figured was Sirius) must have found this response unsatisfactory because he proceeded to bounce on my bed making me sea sick. Just what every gal wants for their birthday...

"Leave me alone!" I moaned, now resorting to blindly brandishing my pillow around as a weapon in the hopes of thwacking my intruder into silence.

It didn't work. In fact, it had the opposite effect.

Lovely.

"I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN WEEKS AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME?! I AM WOUNDED GREENGRASS! WOUNDED I SAY!"

I literally saw Sirius every day, I don't know why he would be 'wounded' by me trying to sleep in unless it was because my pillow thwack actually hit its mark... in which case I felt zero remorse.

I finally humored the intruder and peaked open a single blue eye. With this eye, I first caught a glimpse of Calvin looking equally annoyed by the intruder. Smart fish. Second, I saw glitter and confetti all over my floor—leftover from our little new year's festivities... and by festivities I mean Sirius and I combatively throwing confetti and glitter at each other in an effort to see who had the most stuck in their hair come 1976 (spoiler alert: Sirius did). Finally, my eye settled on the grin of a gangly, bespectacled boy with obnoxiously messy black hair wearing a violently pink jumper for some unknown reason.

"James?" I croaked, rubbing the sleep out of my now bewildered eyes. This couldn't be right... James was supposed to be in Romania visiting his second cousin twice removed, or his long lost half-dragon brother-in-law, or dog walker or something, not in my freaking bedroom! "Why are you here? At my house? In my room?!" I thought about asking why his jumper was such a hostile shade of pink, but knew Prongsy well enough to know I wouldn't like the answer.

"Oh you know, thought I'd just pop by and see what Calvin's been up too..." he said casually.

I shot an accusatory look at my fishy companion. "Did you know about this?" He blew a few bubbles and looked a little offended that I would even think such a thing... but he was a pretty good liar... sooo...

"GOOD MERLIN ELLIE! I came to surprise you on your birthday!" James whined bouncing on the bed again, sending my stupid curly hair springing all over my face, no doubt making me look more and more like a wild animal and less like a birthday girl. "Now up! Get up! We have plans!"

"We?" I asked, reaching for a big hoodie Sirius left under my bed during the heat of our confetti glitter fight. "Plans?"

James grinned mischievously. "Yes we. Yes plans. Now get ready and come downstairs!" he demanded, dramatically storming out of the room in his fuchsia jumper—side note, I swear that thing was so bright it burned a hole in my retinas.