Sirius let out a yelp of laughter, trying his hardest to imagine James as a ‘proper Head.” It wasn’t as if James lacked certain leadership skills, because that man could lead an army if he wanted to, (then again, Sirius would follow him anywhere if he asked). It was more due to the fact that James had many of the same problems that Sirius possessed also.
The first was the ability to listen to figures of authority (which, again, was ironic as James was a part of said authority), as the two would put on their angelic faces to teachers, then turn around ad do the exact opposite of what they were told. The two were also easily bored, especially Sirius, as the young Black was much like his Animagus counterpart in the fact that he could never sit still for longer than twenty minutes (which made classes with Sirius ever so interesting.) THey just didn’t follow the rules. It was never bad enough to get them expelled, but it was a very constant thing of the two of them - if not all four - being throw in very separate detentions. Though sometimes that couldn’t be avoided. James was just what Sirius called “spirited”, laughing every time he did so.
“Mate, we all know which of the four of us should have been named Head, that one’s a bit too obvious. The best, the brightest, the most charismatic of all, who’s on the straight and narrow to do great things. Barely a toe out of line. Me. The one and only. Don’t know how you managed it and I didn’t, I tried so hard for that.” The whole of Sirius’ spiel had been satirical, because there was nothing he had wanted less than to be in a leadership position, or anything that would make him have to tread even a bit more carefully. Reckless was that boy’s middle name. (Or Orion, but he preferred Reckless.)
The pair kept walking back towards the Common Room, soon the leaves underfoot turning into the stone of the castle as they trekked. Sirius had something on his chest, something that had been bothering him for the past few days that they’d been back from the holidays. And, of course, James was the one he would talk to about it. Who else? “Mate, can I ask you about something?”
Without even waiting for a response, Sirius opened his mouth and the words just seemed to tumble out. “If there was this… person. And you’ve known this person for ages, but, suddenly, as you’ve been back, things have been weird. Not between the two of you, more just, well, me. My hands get all clammy, and I can feel my heartbeat race. I almost can’t speak around them, and I’m afraid to make a fool out of myself. And, well, this person and I are very good friends, and I won’t want whatever this is to ruin the friendship because I can’t talk to.. Them. And I’m not quite sure what’s wrong, if I should go see Madame Pomfrey because maybe I’m sick, or something, and that’s why my physical reactions are weird. And I dunno, it’s just. Off.”
He hummed in approval, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Padfoot wasn’t only his mate, he was his best friend, his brother. If whatever was plaguing Sirius was somehow beyond James’ reach, there was no doubt in his mind that he would do whatever it took to figure it out. He turned his head to watch as Sirius launched into his series of questions. James’ brows furrowed ever so slightly as his best friend rambled onwards, the words spilling from between his lips like water bursting free from behind a dam. Physical reactions... ruining a friendship with one of his best mates? Oh.
James raked his fingers through his perpetually messy mop of hair, the black strands only sticking up in a state of further disarray. A small smile tugged at his lips. “I don’t think you need Pomfrey, Padfoot.” For all the things that James Potter was, for all the words and labels you could viciously throw his way, his undying loyalty to his friends was never in contestation. Four boys; four mates, always together and never far apart. Enemies, friends, diligent professors, they all simply saw what shimmered on the surface - the countless detentions and reckless behaviour, the arrogance, the unshakable foursome forever crowding the halls, pushing through life with loud boisterous laughter. But just how deeply the bonds between all four boys ran, would always remain a mystery to those that shared their castle walls. The truth was never meant for public eyes, leaving some of their greatest accomplishments to forever remain hidden between four beating hearts.
“If you want my opinion, the clammy hands, racing heart and getting tongue-tied..” He reached out and grabbed ahold of Sirius’ elbow, gently pulling his friend to a halt, the stone hallways falling silent. The ever so present amusement that seemed apart of James’ very essence, the smirk that never seemed to fade, was all but absent now. His gaze flickers across the features he knew so well, studying his friend. “I mean.. It sounds like you fancy someone. This mate of yours.”
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