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rosie_ruesTitle: A Hidden House
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine *pouts*. I'm just borrowing them.
Wordcount: 1256
Prompt: Tree house!
Notes: Pre-slash. Sixth year. Grumpy, sleep-deprived Marauders in the rain.
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“No Potions for us,” Sirius chanted gleefully. “No Runes for Moony. Hours of unexpected freedom. We have been liberated, comrades. Up the revolution!”
Remus had regretted a great many things during the course of his friendship with Sirius Black. Introducing him to Muggle newspapers was one of them. He wasn’t sure which subscription worried him more – the one to The Sun or the Socialist Worker
James, who was blithely ignorant of Muggle politics, pressed his chin further into his coat and said, “You do realise you’re celebrating the misfortune of others, Padfoot?”
“Why should I care if Slugbum has the flu?” Sirius demanded. “Death to the oppressors.”
“It’s not a laughing matter,” James snapped. “This is serious, Sirius – shut up, Wormtail. This is an epidemic of unseen vastness. This is a pandemic.”
“Technically-” Remus began and then shut up as James glared at him. Between James’ extended sulk at being chased from Lily’s bedside and Sirius’ usual post-lunar silliness, tempers were fraying.
Peter said hopefully, “Prank?”
James turned an anguished stare on him. “When the light of my life is dying alone amongst Slytherins? You are heartless, Wormtail, heartless and vile. Your callous-”
Sirius started making sick noises.
James snarled.
Peter sniggered.
Remus thought wistfully of the quiet of the Hospital Wing after the moon. “It’s only flu, Prongs. It’s not lethal, as I’m sure you’re discover fairly soon.”
“What?”
“You’re obviously sickening for something.”
“You reckon?” James asked hopefully as Sirius said, “Nah, he’s just sickening.”
“Fuck off, Black, you purebloo- achoo!”
“Told you so,” Remus said as James caught his breath and began to grin.
“Wow,” he croaked. “Do you think Pomfrey will give me the bed next to Lily’s?”
“What, so you can wank over Evans in her pyjamas?” Sirius asked. “You’ll die in agony if she catches you.”
“You are a low-minded pimple, Black,” James said loftily and then added thoughtfully, “Some causes are worth dyin- achoo!” He stumbled as he sneezed, slithering across the wet grass. Sirius caught him, propping him up until he regained his balance.
“Wormtail,” he said, all dignity. “Take me to the Hospital Wing. You two wankers can bugger off.”
Remus blinked at him and Sirius said indignantly, “Moony didn’t-”
“He pedanted at me.”
“There’s no such verb,” Remus said, just to be aggravating.
“See! Pedantifier!”
Peter snorted. “Sounds dirty.”
“Everything sounds dirty to you, you pervert. Now escort me to my lady’s- achoo!”
Sirius and Remus were left on the lawn. The sky was getting increasingly grey and Remus, whose new scabs were itching, glanced wistfully after them. “Back inside, Padfoot?”
“Inside? Why? It’s a lovely day.”
Remus stared around at the wan light, the wet lawns and the grey lake and said, “How precisely?”
Sirius waved his hand and said vaguely, “It’s very, uh…”
“Yes?”
“Monochrome.”
“Monochrome?”
“Yes.”
“That means black and white. This is grey.”
Sirius shoved his hands into his sleeves. “I don’t want to go in. The portraits keep talking about me.”
Even for Sirius that was excessively paranoid.
“Half of them are my family,” Sirius added.
“Oh.” It was getting dark and the wind was biting. “What do you want to do then?”
“Peter’s right. Let’s prank someone.”
“I shouldn’t…” he began, heart sinking, and Sirius swung away, scowling.
“Fine. Be like that.”
“It’s alright for you,” Remus snapped at his retreating back. “Just because you’d have abused your powers.”
“I’m not listening,” Sirius called out and put his hands over his ears.
“Fine.” Remus marched off in the other direction.
By the time he’d made it to the lake it was pissing it down. He slumped down on a boulder anyway. Let Sirius be self-righteous. It wasn’t like he ever had to be responsible for anything or look after anyone. He never - moon nights didn’t count!
Thwarted even in his self-pity, he hugged his knees and glared out at the water. Even the squid was hidden from sight. He hadn’t wanted to give up pranks. He liked the thrill and challenge of it. It wasn’t fair that not only had he been deprived but also blamed for it.
There was water running down his nose. His fringe was sticking to his eyelashes. His toes were soggy. It would serve them all right if he caught pneumonia and died even though he wouldn’t because werewolves didn’t.
A large, damp head butted his thigh. He looked down to see Padfoot gazing up at him, eyes begging and tail wagged hopefully.
“Piss off,” Remus said. “I’m not talking to you.”
Padfoot whined and caught the corner of Remus’ robes in his mouth.
“And don’t slobber on me, either.”
An insistent tug and so he sighed heavily and got up. He maintained a dignified silence as Padfoot dragged him across the grounds towards the Quidditch pitch.
“I am not playing fucking Midnight Snitch with you.”
Another reproachful look and a tug.
Padfoot stopped underneath the old oak at the foot of Hufflepuff tower. Remus pressed against the trunk, hoping the patchy covering of leaves would hold some of the rain off. In a puddle by his feet he could discern the disintegrating remnants of a letter. The Black family crest, mud-smeared and well-trodden, floated in the murky water.
“I suppose you’re feeling better now?”
Padfoot looked up.
There was something in the tree. After a bewildered moment he recognised the tree house some of the younger Hufflepuffs had built last summer. There was a light showing. Intrigued, Remus scrabbled up the trunk, anchoring himself with the guide rope.
The inside of the tree house wasn’t very big but it was dry and flat. The roof was shimmery with waterproofing spells and a clay bowl was floating in the middle of it, full of burning twigs.
It was almost, well, cosy.
Sirius stuck his head through the hole in the floor. “Moony?”
He didn’t know what to say but at last managed, “Aren’t you coming in?”
Sirius scrambled up in a sprawling flurry. “Inside but not inside,” he said, looking sideways at Remus.
He could hear the rain drumming comfortably on the roof. “Nice.”
Sirius crawled across the floor to lean against the trunk of the tree which formed most of the back wall. “We just need alcohol.”
“Bad idea,” Remus said squatting next to him. “Mood we’re all in, ‘twould end in violence.”
“Why are we in a mood?” Sirius was fiddling with the hem of his robe.
Because James and Lily are ill and you’re getting menacing letters and Peter’s feeling insecure so he’s being loud and I’m – okay, I have no excuse…
“Moony?”
“Blame the weather. And the moon. Blame everything on the moon.”
“Or my family,” Sirius said with a tentative grin and yawned. “D’you mind if I go to sleep? Can’t do it in the common room – people ask questions.”
Of course, none of them slept properly during the moon. Feeling guilty, Remus said, “Course I don’t mind. Might just join you.”
Sirius grinned at him and slumped back. “Transfigure some leaves into pillows, then. I can’t be bothered.”
Remus dipped carefully out to gather a handful of leaves. By the time he had a single green and crackly cushion Sirius was snoring loudly.
Remus put the cushion down and looked at Sirius. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Thump me when I’m grumpy. I do appreciate it. More than I ever say.”
“I know that, you prat,” Sirius said, without opening his eyes. “Now hush! The Almighty One is trying to sleep.”
For that Remus would let him have the cushion.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine *pouts*. I'm just borrowing them.
Wordcount: 1256
Prompt: Tree house!
Notes: Pre-slash. Sixth year. Grumpy, sleep-deprived Marauders in the rain.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
“No Potions for us,” Sirius chanted gleefully. “No Runes for Moony. Hours of unexpected freedom. We have been liberated, comrades. Up the revolution!”
Remus had regretted a great many things during the course of his friendship with Sirius Black. Introducing him to Muggle newspapers was one of them. He wasn’t sure which subscription worried him more – the one to The Sun or the Socialist Worker
James, who was blithely ignorant of Muggle politics, pressed his chin further into his coat and said, “You do realise you’re celebrating the misfortune of others, Padfoot?”
“Why should I care if Slugbum has the flu?” Sirius demanded. “Death to the oppressors.”
“It’s not a laughing matter,” James snapped. “This is serious, Sirius – shut up, Wormtail. This is an epidemic of unseen vastness. This is a pandemic.”
“Technically-” Remus began and then shut up as James glared at him. Between James’ extended sulk at being chased from Lily’s bedside and Sirius’ usual post-lunar silliness, tempers were fraying.
Peter said hopefully, “Prank?”
James turned an anguished stare on him. “When the light of my life is dying alone amongst Slytherins? You are heartless, Wormtail, heartless and vile. Your callous-”
Sirius started making sick noises.
James snarled.
Peter sniggered.
Remus thought wistfully of the quiet of the Hospital Wing after the moon. “It’s only flu, Prongs. It’s not lethal, as I’m sure you’re discover fairly soon.”
“What?”
“You’re obviously sickening for something.”
“You reckon?” James asked hopefully as Sirius said, “Nah, he’s just sickening.”
“Fuck off, Black, you purebloo- achoo!”
“Told you so,” Remus said as James caught his breath and began to grin.
“Wow,” he croaked. “Do you think Pomfrey will give me the bed next to Lily’s?”
“What, so you can wank over Evans in her pyjamas?” Sirius asked. “You’ll die in agony if she catches you.”
“You are a low-minded pimple, Black,” James said loftily and then added thoughtfully, “Some causes are worth dyin- achoo!” He stumbled as he sneezed, slithering across the wet grass. Sirius caught him, propping him up until he regained his balance.
“Wormtail,” he said, all dignity. “Take me to the Hospital Wing. You two wankers can bugger off.”
Remus blinked at him and Sirius said indignantly, “Moony didn’t-”
“He pedanted at me.”
“There’s no such verb,” Remus said, just to be aggravating.
“See! Pedantifier!”
Peter snorted. “Sounds dirty.”
“Everything sounds dirty to you, you pervert. Now escort me to my lady’s- achoo!”
Sirius and Remus were left on the lawn. The sky was getting increasingly grey and Remus, whose new scabs were itching, glanced wistfully after them. “Back inside, Padfoot?”
“Inside? Why? It’s a lovely day.”
Remus stared around at the wan light, the wet lawns and the grey lake and said, “How precisely?”
Sirius waved his hand and said vaguely, “It’s very, uh…”
“Yes?”
“Monochrome.”
“Monochrome?”
“Yes.”
“That means black and white. This is grey.”
Sirius shoved his hands into his sleeves. “I don’t want to go in. The portraits keep talking about me.”
Even for Sirius that was excessively paranoid.
“Half of them are my family,” Sirius added.
“Oh.” It was getting dark and the wind was biting. “What do you want to do then?”
“Peter’s right. Let’s prank someone.”
“I shouldn’t…” he began, heart sinking, and Sirius swung away, scowling.
“Fine. Be like that.”
“It’s alright for you,” Remus snapped at his retreating back. “Just because you’d have abused your powers.”
“I’m not listening,” Sirius called out and put his hands over his ears.
“Fine.” Remus marched off in the other direction.
By the time he’d made it to the lake it was pissing it down. He slumped down on a boulder anyway. Let Sirius be self-righteous. It wasn’t like he ever had to be responsible for anything or look after anyone. He never - moon nights didn’t count!
Thwarted even in his self-pity, he hugged his knees and glared out at the water. Even the squid was hidden from sight. He hadn’t wanted to give up pranks. He liked the thrill and challenge of it. It wasn’t fair that not only had he been deprived but also blamed for it.
There was water running down his nose. His fringe was sticking to his eyelashes. His toes were soggy. It would serve them all right if he caught pneumonia and died even though he wouldn’t because werewolves didn’t.
A large, damp head butted his thigh. He looked down to see Padfoot gazing up at him, eyes begging and tail wagged hopefully.
“Piss off,” Remus said. “I’m not talking to you.”
Padfoot whined and caught the corner of Remus’ robes in his mouth.
“And don’t slobber on me, either.”
An insistent tug and so he sighed heavily and got up. He maintained a dignified silence as Padfoot dragged him across the grounds towards the Quidditch pitch.
“I am not playing fucking Midnight Snitch with you.”
Another reproachful look and a tug.
Padfoot stopped underneath the old oak at the foot of Hufflepuff tower. Remus pressed against the trunk, hoping the patchy covering of leaves would hold some of the rain off. In a puddle by his feet he could discern the disintegrating remnants of a letter. The Black family crest, mud-smeared and well-trodden, floated in the murky water.
“I suppose you’re feeling better now?”
Padfoot looked up.
There was something in the tree. After a bewildered moment he recognised the tree house some of the younger Hufflepuffs had built last summer. There was a light showing. Intrigued, Remus scrabbled up the trunk, anchoring himself with the guide rope.
The inside of the tree house wasn’t very big but it was dry and flat. The roof was shimmery with waterproofing spells and a clay bowl was floating in the middle of it, full of burning twigs.
It was almost, well, cosy.
Sirius stuck his head through the hole in the floor. “Moony?”
He didn’t know what to say but at last managed, “Aren’t you coming in?”
Sirius scrambled up in a sprawling flurry. “Inside but not inside,” he said, looking sideways at Remus.
He could hear the rain drumming comfortably on the roof. “Nice.”
Sirius crawled across the floor to lean against the trunk of the tree which formed most of the back wall. “We just need alcohol.”
“Bad idea,” Remus said squatting next to him. “Mood we’re all in, ‘twould end in violence.”
“Why are we in a mood?” Sirius was fiddling with the hem of his robe.
Because James and Lily are ill and you’re getting menacing letters and Peter’s feeling insecure so he’s being loud and I’m – okay, I have no excuse…
“Moony?”
“Blame the weather. And the moon. Blame everything on the moon.”
“Or my family,” Sirius said with a tentative grin and yawned. “D’you mind if I go to sleep? Can’t do it in the common room – people ask questions.”
Of course, none of them slept properly during the moon. Feeling guilty, Remus said, “Course I don’t mind. Might just join you.”
Sirius grinned at him and slumped back. “Transfigure some leaves into pillows, then. I can’t be bothered.”
Remus dipped carefully out to gather a handful of leaves. By the time he had a single green and crackly cushion Sirius was snoring loudly.
Remus put the cushion down and looked at Sirius. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Thump me when I’m grumpy. I do appreciate it. More than I ever say.”
“I know that, you prat,” Sirius said, without opening his eyes. “Now hush! The Almighty One is trying to sleep.”
For that Remus would let him have the cushion.
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Date: 2005-10-12 09:28 pm (UTC)“There’s no such verb,” Remus said, just to be aggravating.
“See! Pedantifier!”
Hee!
Funny and sweet and wistful.
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Date: 2005-10-12 10:41 pm (UTC)Nice.
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Date: 2005-10-13 08:02 am (UTC)Thanks :)
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Date: 2005-10-12 10:57 pm (UTC)Heee! Remus arguing with himself is too cute. I am going to start having nightmares about what's in that letter. *G* I am just adoring this whole world you have going on. The boys are so real and interesting. Just lovely.
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Date: 2005-10-13 08:04 am (UTC)Poor old Remus. He tries to feel sorry for himself.
Thanks for the comment. I'm glad you're enjoying them.
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Date: 2005-10-13 08:15 am (UTC)Of course they're petulant. I get very sick of martyred-Remus. He's a teenage boy and therefore possessed of an immense capacity for self-pity ;)
Thanks for the comment :)
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Date: 2005-10-13 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 08:39 am (UTC)Mr Moony would like to remind Mr Wormtail that, as he knows very well, naked flying chafes.
Mr Padfoot wonders exactly how Mr Moony and Mr Wormtail discovered this and why he wasn't invited.
Mr Prongs is delighted to remind Mr Padfoot that it happened in second year and a certain cowardly dog was so concerned by the thought of 'splinters in the family jewels' that he refused to participate.
Mr Padfoot thinks that Mr-
Enough! *sighs* I knew there was a reason I didn't want this lot residing in my brain. Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2005-10-13 02:34 am (UTC)That was harsh :)
I loved it!
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Date: 2005-10-13 08:40 am (UTC):) Thanks.
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Date: 2005-10-13 03:19 am (UTC)Lovely!
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:11 am (UTC)I should really be talking about Remus and Sirius because they're the focus of the fic, but, well, James? He's so lovely and uncomplicated! Just don't tell him he's uncomplicated. *morelove*
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Date: 2005-10-15 10:18 am (UTC)I love this period - the mixture of innocence and the shadows of what's happening beyond Hogwarts is fascinating.
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Date: 2005-10-19 06:17 am (UTC)But then again, I worship you too and your amazing dynamics and oh-so-wonderful pieces that make me laugh. (The Almighty One! it cracked me up.)
Because James and Lily are ill and you’re getting menacing letters and Peter’s feeling insecure so he’s being loud and I’m – okay, I have no excuse…
“Moony?”
“Blame the weather. And the moon. Blame everything on the moon.”
Oh, I so love you XD
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Date: 2005-10-21 02:44 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it. They're such fun to write.
Pedantifier
Date: 2005-10-26 07:12 pm (UTC)“See! Pedantifier!”
Peter snorted. “Sounds dirty.”
“Everything sounds dirty to you, you pervert.
And (sorry) a couple tiny edit suggestions:
"It’s not lethal, as I’m sure you’re discover fairly soon.”
maybe should be: you will
"...eyes begging and tail wagged hopefully."
begging and wagged don't agree. perhaps use 'wagging'
Is it okay with you for me to write these editing-type comments here? I won't do it in future if you'd prefer. I haven't figured out about how to do e-mail yet, so I can't do it that way.
Re: Pedantifier
Date: 2005-10-26 07:20 pm (UTC)I love bickering boys. They're such fun to write.
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