The practice sheet
James Potter was thinking about Regulus Black. Again…
That bastard had stolen the practice’s schedule sheet. Again.
James and Regulus, both captains of their own quidditch team, constantly fought over the practice schedule, and once again they were fighting over early morning practice.
“you don’t understand, he stole the sheet so I couldn’t sign us in for the early morning practice” - said James to his professor.
McGonagall was not the type to do preference, but she was particularly proud of the Gryffindor quidditch team. It’s the fourth year in a row that Griffondor is playing the final. It hadn’t happened for at least 10 years. And she knew it was thanks to James. James was a skilled seeker. One of the best Gryffindor has ever seen after her of course. And when James was made captain of the team she knew that this year the Quidditch cup was theirs. Still, she couldn’t get impartial and had to be a good and righteous professor.
“I know James, but it’s the rules”, she said tenderly,” The first to sign in on the sheet is the first to choose their team’s practice schedule”
“But that’s not fair. The practice sheet is always pinned on the board when I’m in transfiguration and Regulus Black has break time. I can’t possibly get to the sheet first”
“Are you suggesting, I let you skip my class mister Potter ?” Said McGonagall with and hard tone trying to hold back a laugh in front of this desperate teenager.
“I did not think about that…” James said thoughtfully,” But Yeah! That might just work, if you let me arrive like 10 to 15 minutes late I might have a chance to grab…”
“That’s a no, you won’t be late for my class” she replies, not even letting him finish his sentence.
“But, … But.., But…”
“There is no But, Potter, you can’t just miss my class for..”
“I won’t miss it, I will just arrive 10 minutes late”
“Mister Potter I will ask you to not interrupt me when I speak,” She said her tone harsh. “You won’t miss, my class, nor arrive late or you will receive detention”
“Ok, miss,” said James defeated.
“Now, get out and please tell your little beater friend that if he wants to listen to our conversation he has to be more subtle and not just hid behind a desk” Said McGonagal before levitating the desk where Sirius was hidden.
“Hi, professor !” Said Sirius all crumpling down like it was totally normal.
“Get out now, both of you, you’re going to be late for lunch,” McGonagall said as a final point to their discussion.
James frowned and get back out ignoring Sirius.
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“Your brother is a pain in the ass,” Said James angrily.
“Believe me I know” his best friends answered.
“I hate him” He snarled
“I think he might hate you too” Sirius replied
James stopped suddenly.
“You think ?” he asked
“Think what ?” said Sirius puzzled
“That he hates me” He repeated
“Yeah I guess, but why do you care that’s not like you like him either so why bother” Said Sirius lost in front of his best friend strange reaction
“Yeah, you’re right, who gives a fuck about what he thinks” James replied weirdly.
“Yeaaah right …. Let’s go eat I’m sure Peter and moony are already in the great hall,” Sirius said then started running.