Chapter 1
Even before he had woken up this morning, James knew today was a bad day. He woke up to several furious texts from Sirius and Remus, demanding an explanation for what he had done. James was confused. What had he done this time? It must have been truly bad if Remus had texted: he usually ignored James's antics.
Sirius's texts were more lackadaisically written, like he had too much to say and too little time to say it.
What the fuck, Prongs?
How dare you post shit like that?
Where did you get the nerve to - to - I CAN'T EVEN DEAL WITH YOU RN
Remus's texts were less frantic:
Your post was really uncalled for, Prongs
I understand if you ship me and Pads
But why go behind our backs and post this?
James scratched his head, confused. What had he posted that had warranted such reactions, especially from Remus? He checked his Snapchat, but didn't find anything relevant. All he had posted were pictures of Padfoot in his Animagus form, at his request, so it wouldn't make sense for Sirius to get mad over that. He hadn't posted on his X account in weeks, nor on Tumblr, so where could this oh-so-despicable post be?
His stupid brain finally worked out that it must be on Instagram, as that was the platform he was most active on. But what could he have posted that would have riled Remus (and Sirius, I guess) up? He then saw his most recent official post and blanched.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he stared at his phone. How tired had he been last night? He'd posted an edit of Sirius and Remus that he'd been working on for the past week, but not where he usually did. He'd posted it on his official account. The account Sirius and Remus followed.
"Fuck," he repeated.
His phone vibrated in his hand, letting him know that Remus had sent another text.
Meet us at the library in ten minutes, James. No excuses.
James stared at the text for a few moments, at a loss for what to do, then gulped and ran a hand yet again through his untidy hair. He let out a shaky sigh and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Well," he muttered, "I'm fucked."