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<div style= "width: 375px; text-align: justify; color: 181818;"> James was easily one of the most intelligent students at Hogwarts. He knew it, his friends knew it, the professors knew it. Even his enemies knew it, for Merlin’s sake! It was a simple fact, one that everyone had grown used to. Everyone had also grown used to James’ aversion to classes and/or homework. As he moved through the corridors, no one gave him a hard time. The professors would harp on about it later, but even they knew not to mess with James when he had his mind set on something. It was better to wait until afterward to give him the (completely unnecessary) detention he had been expecting. James had sat through more detentions than he cared to count. The causes for the detentions were as different as the detentions themselves. James recalled shining trophies after an incident in which he had snuck into the Forbidden Forest. He remembered scrubbing bedpans after turning the Great Hall into a massive swamp for Halloween. He had sorted Potions ingredients after he’d charmed the suits of armor to insult Slytherins who happened to walk past. And, for all the detentions he had served, it seemed James Potter had not learned a thing. He had not changed his ways and he probably never would. It was for this reason, he suspected, that the teachers didn’t bother to “catch” him anymore.<br><br>
He did have another theory, though. James thought some of the teachers didn’t come after him because they actually found the Marauders and their pranks funny. Dumbledore seemed to be one of these professors. Whenever James happened to look his way after a particularly clever (and usually hilarious) prank, the headmaster seemed to be holding back laughter. He tended to favor Gryffindors over students from other Houses and James thought this had factored into his judgment of their merry band of pranksters. On the other hand, there was McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House. McGoogles was the opposite of Dumbledore in every way. She seemed to take every prank as a personal offense because it tended to “embarrass her House”. Still, James had caught her smiling at least once in his six years. <br><br>
Still lost in his thoughts, James found himself ducking into a passageway that would take him closer to the kitchens. Hogwarts, it seemed, had a plethora of secret passages. James and the other Marauders had made it their mission to find as many of these as possible. Already, they had mapped out seven that led into Hogsmeade. They were especially useful after Quidditch victories when Gryffindors were clamoring for a Butterbeer to celebrate. The Marauders were more than happy to oblige, sneaking out late at night and returning with cases full of the sweet beverage. It had become almost natural for James to duck into a passageway that would shorten his trip. At this point, he knew enough about Hogwarts’ secrets to make his way around the castle after hours without getting caught by Prefects or professors. He also knew enough about the secret passages to evade the hordes of angry Slytherins that tended to find him wherever he went. The Marauders had a knack for pranking the Slytherins, especially Severus Snape (Lily’s former best friend). James could not recall exactly how many Dungbombs had exploded beneath Snape’s chair or how many colors the slimy Slytherin’s hair had turned in the last month. He could, however, remember the look on Lily’s face when Snape had called her that hateful word (one that James would not repeat or even think). <br><br>
In any other location, the footsteps that echoed behind him would not worry him. But, this close to the Slytherin’s dormitory, James’ hand was on his wand faster than he could say “Swivenhodge”. The aforementioned angry Slytherins were always around. Their Slytherin heritage allowed some of them to be sneaky, perhaps even sneaky enough to sneak up on James Potter. Little did the Slytherin know, James Potter was always prepared. So, when he rounded on his opponent fully intending to cause them bodily harm, James was surprised to find Sirius Black, arms raised in surrender. "Easy there, mate,"
Sirius was saying. James breathed out a sigh of relief and lowered his wand (but did not put it away), grinning at his best friend. "So, is that a wand in your hand, or are you just happy to see me?"
James only laughed, used to Sirius’ crude humor after six years of sleeping in the same dormitory. ”A bit of both, I think. Better you than a slimy Slytherin, after all.”
He smirked. <br><br>
It was then that James noticed another set of footsteps fast approaching. He was sure he couldn’t get lucky twice in one day. There was no way Remus was on his way down to the kitchens when they were supposed to be in Herbology and James was sure Peter wouldn’t have risked a trip to the dungeons all by himself. He nodded to Sirius and turned toward the sound. When the Slytherin rounded the corner, James’ serious face turned into a smug smile. He turned back to Sirius. ”Speaking of slimy Slytherins, look who decided to show up?”
James said loudly. Severus Snape was coming their way, obviously hoping they wouldn’t notice his presence. ”Expelliarmus!”
James called, easily disarming the other boy before turning to speak to Sirius again. No need to risk a hex from Snivellus Snape (James would never admit it, but they could be very creative). ”I’d say this is an excellent time for our apology. Shall we hang him upside down? Or, maybe we’ll turn his hair red and gold again…”
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