|BOYS GOSSIP TOO.
||[Sep. 9th, 2005|06:23 pm]
In the boy’s wing of the Gryffindor tower, Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew sat on their respective beds, quietly finishing up Potions homework. The clock read 5 minutes before dinner and the only thing making any noise was the dainty scratching of quills… and Peter's stomach.
"Where is Remus," interrupted Peter.
“Probably stalking that dark-haired Hufflepuff girl,” said Sirius, sliding his quill behind one ear.
“He’s probably sorting things out with Dumbledore about the whole…you know,” James made a gesture with his hand.
“Snivillus,” chuckled Black, “Oh Remus, I didn’t think you had it in you…”
James shot a dirty look to the boy, “Not funny, Sirius, he’s in loads of trouble. Who says he’ll even recover from it? The Ministry will have a word-”
“I thought he has,” said Peter almost to himself.
“I thought he already was cured,” Peter repeated.
Black slammed his book shut and jabbed his quill into the ink well balance atop his nightstand, “What ever the case may be, poor Lupin is stuck with him as a peer tutor.”
“We shan’t mock him about it,” instigated Potter.
“Oh no no, course not,” Sirius refrained from laughing.
“Can we eat now?”
Clare, darling, so sorry to use Peter. If you don’t like, tell me I’ll change it.