Nails - Jegulus
James was dead and they all knew that.
It had started a week ago, when Dorcas and Pandora introduced Reg to the joys of false nails. Regulus had opted for crimson stiletto nails and in true James Potter fashion, he’d been bewitched by them, for he was after all a simp. And an idiot. Because he hadn’t thought to not change his shirt in the dormroom where his friends were all chatting.
“Prongs? What’s with your back?”
“Are those scratches?”
“They are! They’re scratches!” Remus said with a smirk tinted with worry that his boyfriend was about to become a murderer.
Sure enough the older boy scowled and rounded on his best friend, “why the fuck do you have scratches on your back? Have you fucking taken my baby brother’s innocence?”
“No one said it was Reg!” The brunette attempted as his defence.
“So you’re cheating on my little brother?! Oh, you are dead, James Fleamont Potter.”
James cursed under his breath, throwing the pyjama tee he was about to change into at his best friend as he jumped out of the way of his lunge, “no! No!!! It was Reggie!”
“You are dead!”
Remus glanced at Peter with a wearied smile as James hopped across the blonde’s bed and did a loop of their dorm room with a furious Sirius on his tail. He snorted as James darted out of the room and into the common room, gesturing for Pete who nodded and they both stood and raced out after the pair, Sirius’ yells audible presumably across the castle.
The commotion of course didn’t go unnoticed as the brunette dodged the other’s advances by swerving in between people and furniture who had given up long ago trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with the friends.
James’ eyes locked on his boyfriend as the slytherin walked into the common room with Pandora and Marlene, “Reg! Help!!! I told Sirius it wasn't you who got my back like this!”
Regulus’ eyes widened as the entirety of gryffindor goggled between him and the running brunette’s back. He forced himself not to flush, raising a dainty eyebrow, “dumbass.”
“Reggie please, he’s going to kill m-” he cut off in a squeal as he leapt over the sofa to avoid the older boy.
“Dumbass.”
Remus snorted, watching the two idiots dart around the room, “you realise if Si kills him, you won’t get James hugs?”
Reg glowered at him, glancing away from the chaos for a moment as he did so, “damn you and your logic, Lupin.” He looked back and cursed under his breath before finally advancing to cut in, “SIRIUS PUT THE FUCKING BAT DOWN-”