The Other War // James Potter & Lily Evans

(again, title used loosley, in a completely, non sexual context) drunk deeds;

"Muggles also use such contraptions like lights. Which apply the same functions as candles, but are switched on and do not last forever..." James hunched his shoulders and rested his chin on his hand, watching the Professor as he droned on about lights and candles and Electricity and whatnot. All that was on his kind was Lily and that he was going to be going on a date in just six days. The thought made the class a little bit more bearable. James looked to his side where Remus seemed utterly unfazed by the boringness of the class and actually appeared to be interested. Next to Remus sat Peter who was asleep and drooling. The class was interrupted when the door swung open loudly and Professor Burbage almost dropped her wand in fright. Sirius sauntered in and took a seat next to James without a word, only a nod shared with the teacher. James leaned over.

"So what's happened?" James asked curiously.

"Ah, detention for a month." Sirius said as if it weren't a big deal. "Turns out twenty three students were taken to the infirmary with bleeding ears and one boy from Slytherin was sent to st Mungo's for near hearing loss. I think it was Mulciber. Serves him right, that pure blood Slytherin scum-"

"In the back row, quiet please." The Professor paused what she was saying to scold the two.

"Sorry, Professor." Sirius yelled but he didn't sound sincere. Burbage grumbled something to herself before turning back to the black board.

Sirius didn't hesitate to continue talking to James as soon as the Professor turned her back to them.

"Anyway," Sirius continued. "The ball. When's that again?"

"After Christmas break," James replied. "Are you going?"

"Yeah," Sirius smirked. "Haven't owled McGonagall, though."

"Ah, well." James said, twirling his quill in his fingers. "I haven't either."

Sirius laughed as if he'd never expected more from James Potter. James chuckled in response, his fingers dancing through his raven hair.

The rest of the morning seemed to blur into a messy mush of something about the difference between goblins and german dragons and by the time lunch arrived, James already felt like he'd run a thousand times around the lake.

"I have no classes for the rest of the day today." James bragged as he walked back to his common room with his friends. Peter's shoulders sagged.

"I have care of magical creatures," he sighed. "Why aren't any of you in this class with me?" Peter asked incredulously. "I'm certain we agreed to align our timetables."

"Peter," Sirius said with a shoulder shaking laugh. "We were joking. Remus here takes Divination but there was no way in hell I was going to do that." Remus bowed his head dramatically. "Besides, it's not like knowing the future will help me in life."

"It could," Remus added quietly.

"Oh, sod off," Sirius scowled. Peter took off down the other corridor after brief, dramatic, farewells and the remaining three set off to spend the rest of the day, putting off homework in the heads common room. The common room was empty when they got there, the air was still. Without hesitation, the trio tossed aside their cloaks and set themselves upon one of the plush sofas. Remus was the only one who pulled out his homework. James saw Sirius cast a suspicious glance over the parchment in Remus's hands.

"Always homework, always punctual." Sirius muttered.

"Forgive me, Padfoot, if I'm not repulsed by homework like you are; I happen to enjoy learning." Sirius stuck his tongue out at Remus who smirked triumphantly and turned back to his parchment.