making a strange sort of snorting noise, the result
of him having tried to stifle his typical barking laugh
as mcgonagall’s gaze likely surveyed the table in
search of him —— always the most likely source of
such a raucous, certainly whenever the guilty party
was known not to be james && so few ever susp-
ected remus or peter.
of course, the girl didn’t find it quite as
amusing as he did, but would still giggle
quietly, as would a number of people in
the immediate vicinity.
glancing up to meet his friend’s stare, he’ll cough this
time, the hand reaching to cover his mouth doing so
to disguise his grin, rather than out of ‘politeness’.
for a little while, yes, all he does is glare at him. fucking sirius. this is just
absolutely bloody typical behaviour. james should have seen in coming,
so he’ll mentally boot himself for that, but in honesty; sirius will now have
to expect that he will want to get even. if not for the act itself, but for that
horrible, disgusting, gratifying laugh he has. god, james hates it when he
does that. it’s like listening to the devil laugh at you for being an idiot.
‘ fuckin' fuck you, you absolute wanker. ’
almost loud enough to get caught, but james s t e a d i e s himself. he
will then turn around in his seat. how to get him back, hmm? well, it’s
just going to have to be a hex. but which one? hmm ... the twitchy ears
hex. that one seems like the best for now. until he can get to the real
stuff. but can he get away with it while in class? no, he can’t. james
waits, then. doesn’t turn around at all when sirius tries to get his eye,
nor when another piece of paper is thrown at him. the bell comes all
too late, & just as the other students are getting up to leave, he yanks
his wand from his sock & ------
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