Announcing The Dates
Every single morning for the next week, before he even changed into his clothes for the day, James got up and rushed down to the common room to check if the announcement for the next Hogsmeade Weekend had been posted on the bulletin board by the portrait hole."Ferfuckssakes, Prongs," Sirius moaned from his bed, which was closest to the door, "At least close the bleeding door softer... Some of us have hang overs."
"And by some, he means him," said Remus from his bed, "Seeing as he's the only one that's got a bloody drinking problem."
"Fuck off," Sirius groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. "I haven't got a drinking problem, it's a sobriety problem, what I have."
"A sobriety problem?" Peter asked, confused, pulling on his socks.
Sirius's voice was muffled by the pillow, "Yes. If I stop drinking too long, I become sober and being sober is fucking the worst."
James returned, frowning, "They still haven't posted the next Hogsmeade weekend."
Nobody commented. Sirius went on lazing about beneath his pillow shelter, Remus was buttoning his sweater and tucking his tie in to his vest and Peter was struggling with getting the spell to tie his shoes just right. James looked about at them. "Haven't you lot heard me? They still haven't posted Hogsmeade weekend."
"What in the hell is the matter with them! Prongs," said Sirius in a sarcastic tone, "Better go bust down those fucking gargoyles and give Dumbledore a what-for about it! He obviously doesn't know that you're waiting to find out when you're going to snog Evans at Madam Puddifoot's."
Peter laughed.
James frowned, "We aren't going to snog at Madam Puddifoot's!" he paused. "It might be the Three Broomsticks."
Remus shook his head.
"Well, send an owl to the Daily Prophet! They'll be wanting to update the press release," Sirius said.
"Screw all of you guys," James muttered. "I dunno why I'm even friends with you lot." He morosely set to getting his clothes out of his trunk and messing up his hair with his palm in frustration.
Remus said patiently, "James. They'll post the dates soon."
"I know. I'm just afraid she's going to think up an excuse for it."
"She won't," Remus replied.
Lily Evans was getting just as anxious. "Have you heard anything about when it's going to be?" she asked, sitting on Ali Prewitt's bed in the fourth year dorms. They were working on homework together and Lily couldn't concentrate.Ali looked up, "No. Usually in April though, isn't it?"
Lily sighed. "It is April, though."
Ali nodded, "It is." She paused, turning her eyes back to her textbook, then back up to Lily's face. "You're awfully excited about Hogsmeade this go... Wouldn't have anything to do with who you're going with, would it?"
"Excited?" Lily scoffed, "I'm nervous is what I am. Dreading it, really." She kept her eyes carefully turned from Ali, even though she could feel her staring at her, sizing her up, smirking at her.
"Right. Dreading it." Ali nodded. There was a long moment of pause. "I hear James Potter is dreading it, too."
Lily looked up. "Is he?"
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The Marauders Year Five Part 2 #Wattys2017
FanfictionThe second half of the Marauders' Fifth Year has already started with a ton of excitement - but the year is not finished yet. As the Ministry continues the hunt for Harold Minchum and the cave in which he is suspected to be concealed, the Marauders...