Incorrectly Mischievous

Marauders Incorrect Quotes :)

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lily: *teaching james how to drive* okay, you’re driving when, suddenly, peter and remus show up in the middle of the road. quick, what do you hit?

james: hmm. that’s a tough one, but i’m gonna have to say peter. i don’t think i could ever hurt remus

lily:

lily: the brakes. you hit the brakes

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harry: RIP uncle vernon, i know you’re looking up at us right now

ron: …up?

hardy: yeah he used to beat me a little too often lmao

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sirius, trying to flirt: so.. you come here often?

remus, confused: i mean, this is our dorm, so. yeah.

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remus, to mcgonagal: i trust my friends. if they say they didn’t do it, then they didn’t do it

remus, five minutes later: alright, which one of you idiots did it?

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sirius: and if anything happens to me—

remus: i know. move on with my life

sirius: uh, i was gonna say avenge me, but sure

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remus: i only know one truly platonic relationship

sirius: yeah, us

remus: pfft. don’t make me laugh, black. you wanna hit this so bad

[two-gay-marauders-blog]

Sirius: My significant other has to be of the highest standard.

Remus: [trips over his own feet, bumps into a lamp post and apologizes to it]

Sirius: I want that one.

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harry: *counts to ten*

remus: good job!

sirius, smugly: eleven

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james: moony, fuck marry kill with the people in class, go!

remus: sirius

james: okay, uh… which one?

remus: what do you mean “which one”?

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remus: can i have a venti vanilla latte with, uh… seven espresso shots?

sirius: jesus christ, just do cocaine

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sirius: you’re such a gold digger, moony!

remus: what?!

sirius: yeah, you heard me!

remus: if i was a gold digger, why would i be interested in you?! you just got disinherited! i’d be the worst gold digger in the world!

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james: so did you kiss him?

sirius: no. look, remus might actually be my future husband, okay? i want our first kiss to be perfect

peter: aww. so you chickened out like a little bitch huh

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peter, filing in paperwork for Sirius at the hospital bc he has a broken arm: okay so who do you want as your emergency contact?

sirius: uh, remus, i guess

peter: okay… “relationship to the contact”, ohhh boy this could take a while

sirius:

[accordingtothe-lore]

sam: i don’t have “rizz”, i have big brown eyes and many unsettling things to say

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Sirius: do you guys think I complain too much?

remus, walking into the room: what is sirius bitching about now

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Remus: *bleeding out*

Sirius: quick, what’s your blood type?!

Remus: why would I know?

Sirius: what?! Why would you NOT know?

Remus: who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?

Sirius: how can you not know your blood type but know that?!

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Sirius: were you checking out my ass?

Remus: what?! No!

Sirius, genuinely concerned: why not what’s wrong with it