feast - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 382
“Have you seen James?” Sirius asked his friends worriedly as they all sat down for the beginning-of-the-year feast, craning his head this way and that to try to spot his friend in the crowd. James had separated from them to fulfill his Head Boy duties earlier, but was long overdue back, now that all of the students had arrived at school.
“He was in the Prefects’ Car,” Remus mumbled, shrugging as he sat down next to Sirius and looked hungrily around the empty table. “Said he had something to do, would catch up in a minute.”
“Probably wanted to chat up Evans, now that they’re working so closely,” Peter said with a smirk, sitting down as well.
But Sirius had already spotted Lily settling into a seat a few spots away, grinning and chatting animatedly with Marlene McKinnon. “No, he’s–”
“There he is, Pads, look!” Remus interrupted, pointing across the Hall.
And there he was. Standing by the Slytherin table, red-faced and spluttering, James was clearly fighting for his life as he spoke to someone who had their back to the Gryffindor table and was partially blocked by the crowd. Sirius would have recognized his best friend’s dazed, lost puppy look from ten kilometers away.
“Oh, Merlin, not again,” he groaned, slapping his palm to his face. “He looks like he’s ten seconds from fainting. And–” he let out a low, disappointed snort as James ran his hand through his hair, “nah, mate, don’t do it, it’s not cute, you look like you’ve been hit by lightning!”
Peter chuckled. “He does, doesn’t he?”
Remus stood on his tip-toes, trying to see over the other students. “Can you see who it is, though?”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Oh, Moony, you amateur," he drawled fondly. Using his boyfriend’s shoulder, he stood up on the bench, ignoring McGonagall’s shout of his surname, too busy enjoying the chaos.
Of course, his amusement was soon wiped away by cold shock and dread as soon as he saw who James was pathetically trying to chat up.
“James Potter!” he yelled across the hall. “That is my brother, you arsehole!”
And now the entire room was staring at James Potter and Regulus Black.
Regulus Black, who actually looked mildly interested in what James was saying to him, his face pink with embarrassment.
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