Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 12, 2004 11:56:40 GMT -5
“Where’s James?” Sirius asked Remus and Peter.
They had been waiting down by the lake for him for over an hour now. During that time Peter had gone to the kitchens for more food, Remus had pulled out a worn book, and Sirius had gone to the bathroom. James had yet to show and they were growing slightly worried, even though none of them would ever admit that.
“Still in the changing room.” Peter replied before biting into his second cookie.
“Still?” Sirius groaned, throwing himself on the ground next to Remus. “What’s he doing?”
“Probably drowning himself.” Remus responded as he turned the page of his book.
“WHAT?!” Sirius yelped. Remus looked up at him in surprise.
“I wasn’t being serious.”
Sirius blushed slightly. “I knew that.” he said defensively.
“Whatever you say Padfoot.” Remus said returning to his book.
“I did,” he whined.
Remus scoffed and continued to read.
“You believe me don’t you?” He asked rounding on Peter. Peter quickly nodded in agreement. He didn’t even know what was wrong. Seeing that Sirius had nothing else to say he resumed eating and looking at the lake.
Sirius sighed in annoyance and started pacing. Every few seconds he would look towards the Quidditch pitch. “He should be here by now.”
“Siri,” Remus said, marking his page, placing the book gently on the grass. “If you’re so intent on him being here maybe you should go and get him.”
Sirius stopped mid-step and looked at Remus. A huge grin spread across his face, before sprinting off in the direction of the pitch.
Remus smiled and shook his head.
*****
They’d lost. James couldn’t believe it. They’d lost. How could they lose? They never lose. He looked around the now barren pitch. The silence was deafening where there had once been hundreds of cheering fans. He’d been so close, so damn close. Gryffindor had never lost to Slytherin. What changed?
James climbed the stairs of the stadium and made his way to the back of the stands and sat down. The match had been over for over an hour now, not that he cared. It still didn’t change the fact that he had blown the whole match and any chance Gryffindor had for the cup. What changed? He scanned the deserted stands before closing his eyes. He had.
“James!”
His eyes snapped open. He made his way down to the railing and looked down on the pitch. Sirius was standing at the base of the stands and was looking directly up at him. He waved slightly. Sirius looked concerned for some reason, but waved back.
“Can I come up?”
“Whatever.” He responded sullenly.
Sirius frowned and started up the steps. A light breeze ruffled his hair, he shivered. It was getting cold. He pulled his cloak tighter around his self.
“Hey,” Sirius said softly, sitting next to James.
They had been waiting down by the lake for him for over an hour now. During that time Peter had gone to the kitchens for more food, Remus had pulled out a worn book, and Sirius had gone to the bathroom. James had yet to show and they were growing slightly worried, even though none of them would ever admit that.
“Still in the changing room.” Peter replied before biting into his second cookie.
“Still?” Sirius groaned, throwing himself on the ground next to Remus. “What’s he doing?”
“Probably drowning himself.” Remus responded as he turned the page of his book.
“WHAT?!” Sirius yelped. Remus looked up at him in surprise.
“I wasn’t being serious.”
Sirius blushed slightly. “I knew that.” he said defensively.
“Whatever you say Padfoot.” Remus said returning to his book.
“I did,” he whined.
Remus scoffed and continued to read.
“You believe me don’t you?” He asked rounding on Peter. Peter quickly nodded in agreement. He didn’t even know what was wrong. Seeing that Sirius had nothing else to say he resumed eating and looking at the lake.
Sirius sighed in annoyance and started pacing. Every few seconds he would look towards the Quidditch pitch. “He should be here by now.”
“Siri,” Remus said, marking his page, placing the book gently on the grass. “If you’re so intent on him being here maybe you should go and get him.”
Sirius stopped mid-step and looked at Remus. A huge grin spread across his face, before sprinting off in the direction of the pitch.
Remus smiled and shook his head.
*****
They’d lost. James couldn’t believe it. They’d lost. How could they lose? They never lose. He looked around the now barren pitch. The silence was deafening where there had once been hundreds of cheering fans. He’d been so close, so damn close. Gryffindor had never lost to Slytherin. What changed?
James climbed the stairs of the stadium and made his way to the back of the stands and sat down. The match had been over for over an hour now, not that he cared. It still didn’t change the fact that he had blown the whole match and any chance Gryffindor had for the cup. What changed? He scanned the deserted stands before closing his eyes. He had.
“James!”
His eyes snapped open. He made his way down to the railing and looked down on the pitch. Sirius was standing at the base of the stands and was looking directly up at him. He waved slightly. Sirius looked concerned for some reason, but waved back.
“Can I come up?”
“Whatever.” He responded sullenly.
Sirius frowned and started up the steps. A light breeze ruffled his hair, he shivered. It was getting cold. He pulled his cloak tighter around his self.
“Hey,” Sirius said softly, sitting next to James.
