Messr Padfoot

It's warm today.

James watched Sirius get comfortable and frowned at him. “I never said we couldn’t do destruction. I like destruction, makes life go round.” He nodded in an exaggerated way. James looked down and started playing with the bubbles again, feeling very much like a small child but not caring enough to stop. “Dancing with birds isn’t all that bad, i just would rather not deal with them right now. We know Emma will start something with Marlene.” James snorted rudely at his own suggestion and flopped his arms down, splashing himself in the process. “We could hex some students, we havent bothered Sniv and his death eater gang in a while.” James said thoughtfully. James paused and sneezed. “I like this scent but i hope it isnt going to make me sneeze too much” James murmured, more to himself then to Sirius. James looked back at Sirius and laughed at his beard. He raised both his eyebrows to as if to say “nice” but didnt bother to say it out loud. “Do you think this is a little gay? Taking a bath together?” James said in a teasing voice. “What would your fans say?” James brought his hands up and covered his mouth in mock horror.

#c:james #in which sirius is in denial #of course it's gay you idiot

"Still remember the shoelace-tying spell?" asked Sirius, an impish grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Always spices up a boring dance partner." He kicked the water, feeling the bubbles tickle his toes, as he answered, "Then dance with someone else entirely. Who cares what they think? Distract them and sneakily waltz over to Snivelly, at which point you'll stealthily," Sirius made small hand motions to indicate just how stealthy, "hex his shoelaces together." A full-fledged grin now split his face, and it grew only wider at James's comment on being a little gay. "Well," he began slowly, "you're the one who suggested our bath." Sirius paused as he added more foam to his beard. "And if I were gay, which I am Not, I would never settle for being a little gay. I'd be a big gay. The biggest." With that, he stood up and started to dry himself off, adding only (just to be clear, of course) "I'm affectionate, Prongsie. Not gay. My fans are all idiots anyway, they probably think I'm some sort of sleazy handsome daredevil. Which I am, but y'know, I have standards." Sirius slowly tugged on his pants, then trousers, focusing intently on lacing his boots. As a sort of afterthought, he asked, "Did we drink all the alcohol?" They couldn't spike the punch if there was no spike, after all.

It's warm today.

James pushed up his nose in mock offense. “Damn it padfoot! Bad dog.” James chastised. He then turned around and started swimming though the water again at a slow pace until he found a spot he liked. He stopped and turned around, glancing at Sirius. He shrugged once, “I don’t care who we prank as long as i’m not included in this ridiculous diaper thing your obsessing over.” James remarked back at him. James smiled and idly started to play with the bubble. He brought some up in his hands and attempted to blow them into the air. He failed and most ended up on the other side of his palms but a few got on his nose at least. James frowned and looked back over to Sirius and brought up his hand and tried to make his hair not stick to his head. “What all are we going to do at this thing anyways? Should we go early to set up?” James asked.

Sirius flicked one of the faucets on, idly slicking back his hair again, and waited for scented--what did the label read?-- "ocean breeze" bubbles to fill the room. He supposed it was better than lavender bubbles or something horribly girlish like that. Looking over his shoulder at James, he gave a knowing smile and replied, "Why would we ever prank ourselves? I don't think we have much time for diapers anyway." It was slightly disappointing, he thought, that the first dance of the year couldn't be kicked off by something delightfully destructive like diapers on everyone or floss tying slow-dancers together. "Guess we'll just settle for spiking the punch and setting people on fire. Or Mrs Norris, whatever." He rolled his eyes and started scooping the foam onto his face, making a sort of Dumbledore-esque beard for himself. "Doesn't that make you sad? Tear up a bit maybe? No mass chaos at this dance, none at all." Sirius turned the tap off and lifted himself up to sit on the edge of the bath, legs dangling in the warm water. He gave a forced shudder and whispered, "Might even have to dance. With a bird."

#c:james

You have a weird fascination with my hair, the other night you kept pulling it. I do not want to know what you were dreaming about.

Are you comparing your hair to my bits? That has nothing to do with me being a dog.

I ran into some disgusting pureblood second year.

Disgusting because she was a pureblood or disgusting because she was a second-year?

#c:charlie

It's warm today.

James started to laugh but then was caught off in mid laugh as he felt his legs slide from under him. His body completely falling into the water. James didn’t have time to close his mouth and felt a mixture of water and soap enter his mouth and down his throat. He frantically sprayed his skinny arms in protest but everywhere he hit was something wild and hard, which he assumed was Sirius. James grabbed onto what he hoped was Sirius’s waist and pushed himself out of the water. James coughed and tried to get the water out of his system. His throat burned and his eyes watered but he held onto Sirius for support. “Damn—” He sputtered again “Sirius. What the bloody hell was that?” He opened his eyes and looked at Sirius, trying to keep his angry composure but complete melted at the sight of Sirius. James started laughing again. It took James a few moments to finally calm down, he took several deep breaths before speaking again. “Alright, you wanker. We’ll do the diaper thing if you promise to not try and drown me again.” James grinned and took his hands off of Sirius waist and slowly started swimming away. “You didn’t look like a faucet by the way.” James called out almost as an after thought.

Underwater, Sirius burbled desperately as James fell upon him like a deadweight, limbs thrashing. This was a sodding bathtub, how could two teenage boys drown in it? Together? He was jerked out of his mournful musing by one last violent shove to his ribs, dragged to the surface by a pair of skinny arms. What he saw almost sent him falling back in. No matter how many times Sirius saw James with wet hair, it would never get old. In striking contrast to his usual spiky mess —tenderly referred to as his lion’s mane— water clung to it and made his head look ten times smaller. He howled with laughter, not at all sorry. Electing to ignore James’s offended rhetoric, Sirius shut his eyes tight instead and clenched his jaw, bracing for what was about to come. Suddenly, he shook himself. Like a wet dog, he violently whipped his hair, the tremors starting at the top of his head and travelling down his spine, sending droplets of water flying everywhere and his hair sticking up in erratic spikes. It was strangely satisfying. When he was done, a roguish grin zipped back on his face, lending a teasing tone to his voice when he pointed out, “We switched hair for the day.” Sirius waded lazily after James, moving through water as if they were molasses, yelling back, “We’re doing this to everyone, you know. Even Marlene and Emma.”

#c:james

It's warm today.

James laughed and brought up his arms to shield his face from being splattered with soapy water. After he noted that Sirius was in, he lowered his hands and grinned. He un-did his belt and lowered his trousers. “Not destroy it completely. Just get people unknowingly drunk, mess with people’s outfits, light Mr.s Norris on fire. Innocent stuff.” James shrugged and pulled down his boxers and walked over to the edge of the tub and jumped in. James wasn’t under the water for long and soon he came above the surface sputtering. He wiped the bubbles off his face and made his way towards the edge of the tub again. He reached up and took his glasses off. “I’m a cripple now, Sirius. Don’t attack me.” James said with a cheerful but with a slight warning in his tone. He set his wet glasses on the edge and turned around and started to make his way towards the blurry shape which he assumed was Sirius.

#c:james #James doesn't have to fall over it can be just sirius

Sirius shot back up to the surface just as James began listing out what that entailed Not Destroying Completely. Punch-spiking, that was always fun. He raised a finger in the air. “I still say we include diapers. You never know—” But a wave crashed into his face and cut him off. Fucking James. It wasn’t so much that he minded getting wet, considering the sudsy water dripping from the tips of his hair and running down his back, but rather a matter of principle and friends not allowing friends to splash blindly. As revenge, Sirius knew what to do. But James wasn’t coming his way. He was walking towards the faucet. With an exceedingly disappointed sigh, Sirius shook his head and flicked the back of his friend’s head. “Oi, you antlered myopic! I’m over here!” He had trouble believing James was this blind, but it was up to him to save his comrade. Splashing over to James, Sirius latched onto his skinny waist and wrenched them both in the opposite direction, overbalancing, and sent himself nearly toppling over. Can't fault a bloke for trying. His last words before he sank under were frantically shouted, “Do I look like a faucet to you?”

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“I only wear the badge because it looks cool I dont wear it so i can actually pay attention to the useless information that comes with being a “head student” James crinkled up his nose and turned towards the door. He cleared his throat. “Purple ice cream.” James waited and nothing happened, so he tried again. ” Green pastries?” He raised an eyebrow at the door in a questioning manner and turned to Sirius. “It had a color in the password, that’s all i remember.” James paused and continued, “It also had a type of food with it.” James turned away and thought for a moment. “Yellow slugs? Pink tomato’s? Purple clusters.” Then the door sprang to life and James jumped back in surprise. He gave a forced laugh and entered the room. “Well, what do you know? i finally got it.” He smiled over at Sirius before returning his gaze towards the room. He started walking towards the bath in the middle of the room and started unbuttoning his shirt. “We could destroy the ball. At least then it would be worth attending.”

"Magenta mince pie?" interjected Sirius, when James gave him a look. How was he supposed to know? Prefecture was not his thing. He gave a shudder at the thought. "Teal pumpkin." Nothing happened. He looked expectantly at James, who kept bombarding the poor door with colours and food items until-- finally-- it swung open with a click to reveal the bath. With a clap on James's back, Sirius gave a solemn nod and remarked, "Bravo." He was surprised it took only a few guesses, perhaps there was hope for James after all. Following James into the room, Sirius gave the door a swift kick to shut it and tugged his already open shirt over his head. Quickly shedding the rest of his clothes, he dropped them haphazardly around the room as he made his way to the edge of the water. "Destroy the entire thing? But that would ruin everyone's fun." He raised his brows at his friend, taking a step backwards to get a running start. "We should do something hilarious that embarrasses the pants off everyone. Like diapers." And with a whoop that echoed off the tiled walls, Sirius leapt into the air and executed a somersaulting flip into the water.

#c:james

The only flea I have is you! You’re a big, Black pest.

#also a pirate apparently #c:lily

And I live in your hair. Obviously. I'd much rather be a dog than a flea, though, thanks.

Do you like having fleas, puppy?

I don't have fleas! You have fleas. The biggest fleas.

#c:lily

It’s dirty.

No it's not! 'S nothing wrong with being a dog!

#c:lily

It's warm today.

“I said it then and i say it now. One of us has to have faith in us.” James flashed a cheeky smile before turning around and walking in the opposite direction. “Lets hope i remember the password to this place. We might have to take a detour and bully Remus into giving it to us.” James chuckled to himself and glanced over at Sirius. James looked away and pulled his snitch out of his pocket and began to fiddle with it. “This school year had been complete bollocks so far, don’t you think?” James raised an eyebrow and then looked away so he could grab the snitch out of the air again.