Remembering

Phase Two

Okay, I really can't believe that Remus actually got wasted. 

Seriously, I can't.

Okay, okay, I'll tell you how it went.

***

After a couple of refills, Remus was just as drunk as James. They were both laughing loudly, slurring their words, making bad jokes, and swearing like there was no tomorrow. 

I smiled and laughed at their jokes, humoring them while I silently prayed for Alice to hurry the fuck up so that I didn't have to be in the company of these drunk boys.

James was no longer bold, just slap-happy. Remus had made sure at first that he didn't touch me. Then when Remus got drunk, James was long gone.

They could actually be fun sometimes. Believe me, if I had the choice to go to a bar with them, I sure would, because they were downright hilarious.

Then the time came when James passed out. Remus slurred a few more drunken words before keeling over too. I levitated their bodies up the stairs and into their bedrooms to sleep it off.

Phase Two was ready to go.

***

Okay, please stop interrupting. It's getting seriously annoying.

Do you want to listen to this story or not?

Thank you.

Yes, I'm trying to be little politer.

Fuck off, jackass.

Shit, that didn't work.

***

I stumbled down to the Great Hall that morning clutching a vial of bright yellow potion and my bookbag. My hair was in a sloppy bun and my robes were crumpled. 

My face was even worse, but I cured that by chugging the yellow potion. Instantly my face lit up and I felt energized.

I slid into my regular seat, grabbing a piece of toast and wolfing it down.

"So, Alice, did you do it?" I asked nonchalantly.

She winked. "Of course I did."

Emma smirked. "They don't know what's coming."

Marlene and Dorcas had apparently gotten Peter and Sirius drunk as well. Their hangovers were evident as all four Marauders slumped into the hall.

We all began giggling immediately.

It was hard not to, seeing four 16-year-old boys dressed as pink ballerinas who went to a bar dragged their feet to the table.

The hall burst into laughter. The boys barely seemed to notice it.

"Gah, my headache," Sirius groaned, squeezing in next to Marlene and pressing his palm to his forehead.

"What the fuck are they laughing about?" Remus muttered under his breath, grabbing the pumpkin juice.

"Language," I said, laughing. "What's gotten into you, Remus?"

James must have been either drunk or dead tired because he gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek, which he never does when he has an ounce of wit about him. I pushed him away, disgusted. I would slap him, but I felt a little bad about last night.

Peter rubbed his stomach. "Cheese..." he moaned.

I rolled my eyes. 

"Rough night, boys?" Alice asked with a knowing smile.