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[fiendishfyre]

Prongsfoot Microfic: February - Frogs

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Sirius laughed as he and James ran around the Black lake, trying to catch some frogs. They had challenged themselves to do it without magic. If there was one thing Sirius learned fast about his new friend, it was that James loved challenges. It paired well with Sirius who often enjoyed them as well. Often bored by mundanity. It was why his previous tutors knew to level up the lessons they gave him before he would just run off. This was…pointless, they threw the frogs in these buckets but they’d just hop back out. But James was having a thrill and in turn, it made Sirius excited to catch the slippery creatures. “Oh, Sirius lo-no!” James said, tripping over a rock and stumbling into the lake. It was shallow so there was no cause for concern about James drawing but when he stood up, he was soaked and muddy. And his glasses were missing from his face. “Oh, Merlin, I lost all my frogs.” “You lost your glasses,” Sirius said, walking over. He took out his wand and used an accio to retrieve the glasses. James thanked him once he had them back on. “I lost…Unfair, but I accept this loss with grace and dignity. And as a man of my word, I will let you decide what we’ll do next this fine Saturday afternoon,” James said, dramatically. It made Sirius chuckle and James broke out into a grin. Another thing he had learned was that James could make him laugh with relative ease. Sirius could have his typical, bored, distant expression, when James would crack a joke or pull some magical stunt that had Sirius breaking into a fit of laughter. “How about we just fly around on our brooms, no chasing or anything,” Sirius said, getting a puzzled expression from James but the 11 year old didn’t argue. They dried James off, leaving behind the frogs as they got their brooms. They flew around the towers, around the Quidditch field, and back over the lake. “I could get used to this,” James said, breaking the momentary silence they had. “Flying? Weren’t you born with a broomstick in your hand? How much more used to flying could you get?” Sirius said with an eye roll. He earned himself raspberry, feeling some of James’ saliva land on his arm. Gross.“No, I mean hanging out with my best friend. I never had one, I like it.” The way James had said that, with a smile on his bright face, no ounce of hesitation or bashfulness. Sirius didn’t know about best friends, he’d never had one. Closest was his brother, Regulus but siblings didn’t count. And they certainly didn’t click the way he had compared to James. He looked down at his hands, clutched around the broomstick handle. “You’re my best friend too,” he eventually replied.

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[siriuslystarbucks]

Written for @prongsfoot-microfic February 1: Frogs

"-or a toad," Harry reads from his letter. He blinks up at his father. "Why would anyone choose a toad?"

"They've got magical properties," James answers, but he's distracted. He likes to give Harry his full attention when he can, but he's also keeping a lookout for Sirius, who said he'd join them here.

"They do?"

"Some of them, yeah. We can stop by the pet store, if you want."

"I didn't say I want one," Harry says quickly, as if worried that James is going to buy one and shove the animal in with his school luggage.

"Yeah, you want an owl, I remember. No harm in giving them a look though. Ah." He spots Sirius and raises an arm to get his attention.

Sirius seems to have a sixth sense for his family though, because he's already heading for them before James could react to seeing him. "Hullo, love," he says as he sees them. Harry has become touch-avoidant, so he doesn't pat his shoulder like he wants to and presses a kiss to James's cheek. "What're you talking about?"

"Frogs," Harry says.

"Toads, technically."

"Is there a difference?" Sirius asks.

James starts to respond then stops and frowns. "I don't know. I feel like there should be, though."

"Maybe you can ask at the pet shop while I'm choosing an owl," Harry suggests, both to be helpful and also to end the conversation so they can start shopping. 

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[jmagnabo92]

PM - 74 - May 13 - Potential

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McG is upset that James and Sirius are wasting their Potential.

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“I just don’t understand,” Professor McGonagall says as she gestures towards the Great Hall which is filled with different colored balls that pop when touched by a person and reveal either: Screaming voices, singing voices, colored paint, water, or little animals like frogs that are now roaming around the Great Hall.  “You have so much potential, and you choose to waste your efforts on pranks?”

Sirius looks down, feeling somewhat ashamed.  He knows that James only came up with this idea to distract him from the howler he received on his birthday informing him that he was not and would not be the heir to the Blacks as he had been disowned for running away the previous summer amongst other reasons.  

Sirius had known that he had been disowned, but he hadn’t expected such a public display and the jeers in the corridors had made him want to run and hide, so James had decided that he needed a new project.  Something that would take enough time that he would be distracted by it and forget his horrible family.

The plan had worked, and this was the fruit of their efforts, unfortunately, they were caught.  Given that James had done this for him, Sirius couldn’t let him get into trouble for this.

“Don’t blame James – this was all me,” Sirius states.  “I just figured with everything … that it wasn’t like I was going to have many prospects after school and …”

“That’s not true,” James states from beside him.  “You’ve got so many prospects – you’re ridiculously talented.”

“Talent doesn’t matter when you’ve been publicly disowned and shamed, James.”

“You’re a Potter now – none of that Black nonsense matters.”

“It does matter!  They aren’t afraid to do unethical things to keep punishing me for not being their perfect heir.”

“Listen to me, Si.  They don’t have that kind of power everywhere, if nothing else Dad’ll help you start a business or you could join Sleekeasy’s…”

“I don’t want your dad’s pity job –”

“Boys!” McGonagall yells to stop their arguing.  “It doesn’t matter what you think with regards to your prospects.  What matters is that the two of you decided that you would fill the Great Hall with these abominations.  You’re wasting your potential.”

Sirius and James look down.  

“You two need to realize that with your brains that you could do so much more than this nonsense.  Thus, both of you are going to be in detention for two weeks and I will be giving you both a special project.  One that will expect weekly updates and progress on and one that will hopefully distract you both from causing any more chaos.”  

She doesn’t give them the chance to refuse, instead stating, plainly.  “Clean up this mess and report to my office as soon as you finish.”

With that, she stalks away.  

“Guess we’ve got a long night ahead of us,” Sirius states.  

“Yeah, but at least we’re together,” James says, pulling him close to kiss him.  “And we’ve not got a special project that we’ll get to work on just the two of us.”

Sirius grins and gives him another kiss.  “Yeah, that part’ll be nice.”

Before James can respond, Filch yells from the doors, “Stop snogging and get to work.”

“Eye, eye, Captain!” James yells back.  Then he winks at Sirius, “We’ll kiss later.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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