For proof that I’m actually working on chapter 11(out before new years):
“Alexander Hamilton was kind of a slut.”
James closed the book Pete’d been reading on his fingers.
Sirius groaned, “Why the fuck does Remus have to be patrolling right now? We need him for this stupid muggle studies project, and he’s the backbone of Wormy’s idiot plan.”
James rolled his eyes as Peter spluttered out an incoherent reply.
He was trying to plan some team building exercises for quidditch, but it was pretty useless when some of them weren’t even talking. That morning the gryffindor team had played the worst he’d ever seen.
“Hey cocksuckers, do any of you know where Remus and Lily are right now?”
“Patrolling,” Sirius responded, not looking up from his book.
“Yes, you dumb fuck, I’m aware. I mean where physically, like in the castle.”
James slid the map out of his pocket.
“Sixth floor, window by the east wing.”
Mary rolled her eyes at him and left.
After writing and subsequently crossing out twelve other ideas, he looked up to see Sirius and Peter staring at him like he was bleeding from the head.
He grinned. Peter grimaced. Sirius’s book clipped him on the ear.
“Wow, real mature.” He said.
“Just like how you’re handling this whole situation?” Sirius replied, summoning his book back to his lap.
James sent a shelf of dictionaries after him.
Peter snickered, but there was no time to reply, for at that very moment, Madam Pince came careening around the corner, looking absolutely murderous.
“HOW DARE YOU MISHANDLE THESE BOOKS. OUT. OUT. NOW.”
