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Alice For Tea
Date: 2006-08-08 23:14
Subject: | Bang for the Buck |
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Tags:fic, remus/sirius
Written for the lovely bubbleforest, my good longtime fandom friend :) This fic is about 2/3s completed. I decided to go ahead and post the first part in honor of her completing a popslash fic that she's been working on for a long time as a sort of toast. Congratulations, Mette! *raises glass*

Bang for the Buck | Remus/Sirius | R | Part 1/2
Each Quidditch season for many seasons, chaos waged in the name of House pride befalls Hogwarts. It must be said that Sirius Black always embraced this tradition wholeheartedly.



A dirty deed is brewing.
-- Dresden Dolls, Bitter


There is a longstanding tradition of war between the Hogwarts Houses during the Quidditch season. As soon as the chilly-bright days of October set in, at least twice a week each House team would troop down to the pitch for a grueling practice. The battle for the Quidditch cup was by nature a highly tactical and confrontational one; no player on the pitch was spared from body-checks, Bludgers, trick plays, or various underhanded methods that might or might not escape the watchful eye of Madam Hooch.

The four Houses became enthusiastically embroiled in this war. The hallowed halls of Hogwarts saw many a hex and jinx thrown in the name of this holy war of House pride and defense and assertion of superior athletic ability. The best players always had to be careful of their step while keeping a wary eye on their backs, as students from opposing Houses were wont to try and debilitate them. Besides the attempts to physically injure, there was also the matter of pride, and so the goal of utmost priority for the students not on the Quidditch teams was to humiliate the other Houses in the name of Gryffindor, or Hufflepuff, or Slytherin, or Ravenclaw.

Sirius always embraced this tradition wholeheartedly. The Marauders were the forerunning, trendsetting, and groundbreaking perpetrators of this particular Hogwarts tradition. Untapped wells of evil genius were devoted to meticulous planning. There had been near-misses, near-expulsions, many, many points taken, and to say nothing of the multiple detentions.

This year, Remus had a strong foreboding feeling that Sirius was going to “go all on out.”

“I’m going to go all on out,” Sirius announced in the Gryffindor common room after dinner one night.

Sirius was sprawled on the sofa, the squishiest pillow balled up and crammed beneath his head. His legs swung over the end of the sofa, draped over the arm, and his foot tapped to an arbitrary rhythm. The reflected firelight was dancing in his eyes, and the grey eyes were practically gleaming with the envisioned prank.

James, sitting on the floor and leaning against the armchair, smirked at him. “What’s on your mind, Padfoot?”

“This and that,” Sirius said carelessly. “I haven’t thought out all the details yet.”

Remus scoffed. “Do you ever think out all the details?”

Sirius’s jaw dropped, and he was the very picture of wounded innocence. “I am a master planner of mischief! Have I not coordinated dozens—nay—hundreds of ingenious, innovative, successful pranks that are recanted as legends? Am I not the lieutenant of wild fame, who takes on every risk in the path to achieving the perfect prank?” Sirius cried, scrambling to a sitting position. He pointed his finger at Remus, who blinked at him. “Do you deny it?”

“I question your sanity sometimes,” said Remus truthfully, staring up at Sirius from where he laid belly-front on the thick carpet, unperturbed. On second thought, he carefully pulled his book closer to him, lest Sirius feel the desire to pounce and hold Remus’ book hostage in exchange for admission that yes, Sirius Black was the most legendary prankster who had ever set foot in the estimable halls of Hogwarts. Kidnapping Remus’ books to use as blackmail was not above Sirius; he had done this many times before to great success.

“Hmmgfph,” was all Sirius said as he rocked back and forth in place on the sofa. “Well, all I’m saying is that I’ve got an idea that’ll make last year’s show look like fireworks. Don’t ask me what it is yet because I shan’t tell you. Careful planning equals perfect execution,” he lectured to James’ supportive nod.

“Fourth year’s show was fireworks,” Peter pointed out.

“You don’t have to be so literal, Wormtail,” Sirius said jovially, undeterred. “Well. It’s going to be bigger than fireworks.”

Remus imagined Hogwarts crashing to the ground in an explosion of fire and falling rocks, and he rubbed his eyes tiredly. Poor Dumbledore. He saw himself, shiny prefect’s badge pinned to his sweater, horrified. History would pity Remus J. Lupin.

“Remember first year?” James spoke up fondly, doodling on his Potions book. “That was a good one. We almost got killed.”

“Yeah,” Sirius enthused.


***


First Year

One late, dusky evening in October saw Sirius and James, frightened, fleeing for their lives away from the Slytherin changing rooms, where they had just set off a massive dungbomb explosion but had forgotten to charm the doors locked.


***


Second Year

Sirius and James had joined the Gryffindor team, and despite their pretended confidence, James had taken on the habit of turning slightly pale as the week pulled closer to the first game of the season. Meanwhile, Sirius was abnormally quiet.

Still, they hadn’t been so preoccupied about proving themselves in their first match to forget to launch a major attack on the Hufflepuffs, which had involved copious amounts of Stinksap and at least five pounds of conjured downy goose feathers.

When Remus asked them why, why they had done it, Sirius had told him, “It was amusing!”


***


Third Year

“Got the Fixing Charm ready, Wormtail?”

“Wand at ready!” Peter brandished his wand for good effect.

“Is the Permanent Sticking Charm ready, Padfoot?”

“It is, Prongsie,” sang Sirius.

“And Moony?” James prompted. “Have we got your blessing?”

“Aergh—yes,” Remus said doubtfully. “James, the Permanent Sticking Charm—that one is permanent, as you know, and—”

“We won’t leave fingerprints, Moony, don’t worry!” Peter assured, as Sirius said, “Just a bit of fun, honestly, Remus, and there won’t be lasting damage, but you should really be more concerned for your friends! We have worse problems than the Ravenclaws will.” He snickered.

“Certainly, your problems are so much bigger than being permanently stuck to your broom tomorrow morning,” Remus told him.

Sirius bobbed his head in agreement. “Most definitely. I don’t know what we’ll think up for next year; this one’s just so brilliant.” Worry creased his brow momentarily as Remus stared at him.

James raised his wand. “Enough, men! Fame awaits. Ravenclaw rears are to be conquered! Forth and onwards!”

“To the bums!” chorused Sirius and Peter, breaking out into song. “Bummy, bummy, Ravenclaw bums, bums upon their Cleansweep brooms, this is the bum song!”


***


Fourth Year

Remus leaned out of the castle window, gaping in abject horror at the bright sparkly pink fireworks that spelt “LONG LIVE GRYFFINDOR, THAT VALIANT TEAM MOST SUPERIOR” and attributed certain, vulgar-language laden descriptions—albeit appallingly creative metaphors—to the other teams. This was so much worse than he had imagined when James had suggested creating “a couple verses for a team song and motto for the other teams.” These ditties were so foul, unspeakable, the horror, Merlin, Remus registered dimly.

At the same time, it was quite an impressive piece of magic, he had to admit; the handwriting was loopy and very nice, very readable; he had helped with that part because it had been rather spindly before and barely legible, typical of James’ handwriting. Fireworks were being shot off at an impressive rate of 3 fireworks/sec; an electric green firework joined the pink one in a neat, flourishing curlicue, and a fire-engine red was writing, SLYTHERINS ARE FELLOWS WITHOUT FLAGS, WITH JUST THEIR OWN MOTHERS LEFT TO SHAG—

“Mr. Lupin,” greeted a familiar voice from behind him.

“Professor Dumbledore!” Remus spun around. “Er—I—am going to tell them off, right away, immediately, sir,” he said lamely. “Students—after curfew—” He subsided miserably, never having been as adept as other, certain Marauders with subterfuge or playing the part of the innocent bystander when he was really anything but.

Dumbledore looked over his half-moon eyeglasses at him. “Mr. Lupin, would you please pass along a message to certain friends of yours—kindly inform them that I’d like a word. Or two.”

“Yes, professor,” Remus said, flushing guiltily.

“Very colorful,” Dumbledore observed blankly as he continued down the hallway, his voice trailing behind him. “I wasn’t aware there was a holiday going on that warranted such celebration…”

If Remus squinted, he could see three figures on the pitch, all three with an uncanny sense for knowing when their game was over, beating a hasty departure.


***


Fifth Year

The night before the Slytherin versus Ravenclaw game, the Marauders trotted down to dark, slightly damp grounds of Hogwarts. One boy seemed to merge into the night as his form became mutable and then shrunk into something small. Wormtail darted forward, and a moment later the stout, waving branches of the Whomping Willow froze.

“After you,” Sirius bowed low to James with a flourish that would have honored the queen of England.

“Why, thank you Mr. Padfoot.” James grinned, and vanished into the secret tunnel leading to the Shrieking Shack.

“Moony, on guard!” Sirius pronounced, and having assigned Remus this position, followed James.

Peter hurried after them. The soft sound of their shoes on the dirt was soon lost even to him, with his unnaturally good hearing, heightened even more by fear of discovery. The night was cool, the smell of grass and trees all around him. It was a deceptively peaceful feeling.

Remus shifted from foot to foot, eyes going from the castle to the Whomping Willow, wondering what McGonagall would say when she found him skulking out here in the dark. Strip him of his prefect badge? Take away Merlin knew how many points?

They appeared a few minutes later, James and Sirius lugging the goods they had stored in the Shack earlier that day.

James had procured a couple Fanged Geraniums, and he yelped and almost dropped them as they snapped at his fingers. He juggled one over to Peter on his fingertips. “Peter, hold that one!”

Sirius had somehow managed to smuggle in Venomous Tentacula, and Remus recoiled as Sirius came closer, grunting with effort of holding the heavy pot. Remus peered at it carefully after realizing it wasn’t attempting to touch him with its teethy vines.

“Stunned it,” Sirius informed him matter-of-factly, depositing it heavily on the ground with a certain air of triumph. “You should’ve seen it when I got it, left marks all the way down my arm.”

“That’s Class C Non-Tradable Substance!” Remus whispered, mortified. “The Ministry considers it a menace! It’s illegal, Sirius.

If they know who got it, I’ll probably only be fined. And nonsense, its name is Sebastian. Clingy bastard. Anyway, let’s levitate them; Sebby’s awfully heavy.”

They made their way down to the Quidditch pitch, the plants floating in the air before them.

“Right,” said James decisively. “One of us should get up in the stands to see that we’re doing it right, fix any mistakes.”

“You go,” said Sirius, “You’ve got better wand control. I’ll man the base here.”

Remus, who had desperately wanted to be the one standing farther away from the madness, resigned himself to aiding and abetting his fellow Marauders.

“All right then,” said James blithely, and set off for the stands.

“Now then.” Sirius bent over the still Venomous Tentacula—Sebby. “Right, better keep this one Stunned until we’re done; it’s particularly nasty.” He sounded pleased and gleeful. “Peter, do the Fanged Geraniums; we should intersperse them for some color. Mischief is an art!”

They buried the plants, with Peter suffering one small bite from a Fanged Geranium.

“Excellent. Now we just…” Sirius wiped his hands off on his jeans and retrieved his wand. “Multiply them!”

They multiplied Sebby and Fanged Geraniums to the directions of James, who was directing them with his wand like a conductor’s baton: “That way! To the left! No, my left! No—sorry—your left, Peter! Sirius, you’ve completely deformed the eyes; I can’t tell what it is—”

Afterwards, Remus and James cast the most comprehensive spells they had researched to ensure that the plants remain in the ground, including the basic Anti-Vanishing, Anti-Banishing charms. After they were done, Remus felt a touch of smugness that it would take a great deal of effort to undo what they had done.

They climbed onto the stands and looked in awe down at the pitch and the waving, slightly weaving flag of snapping plants that had been multiplied and planted so that they formed the crude, most basic shape of a lion devouring a snake while trampling the outline of an eagle. Sirius had cast the “Enervate!” spell on the Venomous Tentacula, and now that both types of plants were awake, they were biting and putting on a good attack on each other, giving the impression of movement to the picture they created.

“We’re bloody pioneers in the art of pranking,” James whispered reverently, hanging over the edge of the stands and gaping at the finished product. “Paving the way for future pranksters such as ourselves.”

“We’re luminaries,” breathed Remus.

“Do you think they’ll tear each other apart before morning?” Peter worried.

“Nah, they’re scrappy little fighters, absolutely vicious,” dismissed Sirius admiringly, and praised generously, dirt smudged on one cheekbone, beaming all around, “All hail Moony the artist!” to which Peter and James responded with a loud, “Hear, hear!”


***


“Ah, yes,” said Sirius, beaming reminiscently at that prank. “That one was good.”

“I agree,” agreed James with deep satisfaction. “McWorty hasn’t looked the same since he fell on Sebby.”

The hour had climbed higher and the fire burning in the fireplace had dwindled lower as the retelling of their exploits wound down. Remus was settled quite comfortably on the rug, arm bent and tucked beneath his head, feeling warm and sleepy like he’d had a bit of chocolate and honeyed tea.

Sirius was lying upside down, his head on the ground and his legs sticking straight up, his feet hooked over the back of the sofa. Most people looked quite different upside down, their features looking odd and out of place, but Sirius still managed to look as good-looking as he did right side up. Presently, he was wiggling his eyebrows at nothing in particular, imagining, no doubt, this year’s spectacle to put on.

“It shouldn’t be too good,” James pointed out. “We want next year to be the year where we go out with a bang.”

“Bangs are good,” said Sirius. He slipped completely off the sofa and landed on a heap on the floor besides Remus, his legs ending up near James’ head. He straightened himself out and pillowed his head out on his arm.

“It doesn’t matter what we come up with this year, we always outdo ourselves,” Peter said comfortably. “Let’s not do something like plants again.”

James agreed. “While it—we—were a raging success, it was too labor-intensive.”
“Moony?” Sirius prompted in turn, as Remus knew he would. “What do you think? What’s on your mind? What’s going through that weird mind? What scary thoughts have you?” He rapped Remus on the head lightly.

Sirius, Remus has noticed, was a very tactile person. He touched. It came naturally to him. He could wind an arm around Peter and rub his head, or sling an arm around Remus, or take a running leap and land on James with all limbs wrapped around. He could reach out and slide teasing fingers through a girl’s hair. Sirius exhibited a need to touch everything. Remus reflected: it wasn’t very shocking that Sirius took the Animagus form of a dog.

“I’m thinking that we shouldn’t push our luck,” Remus said half-heartedly and without conviction or much hope.

Remus watched as the quarter-moon reached its peak. It was well past midnight now. They were officially in October, and the new Quidditch season had crept in on them. Unofficially, they had launched into a new season of covert ops and guerilla warfare. Sirius lifted his head, looking like a hound scenting the new hunt. He smiled wolfishly, a feral smile, all dog.

There were signs, Remus thought. There were many signs. These were the foreboding signs of some catastrophic, life-changing, planet-paths-altering event. These were the signs of Up To No Good and There Will Be Trouble, of impending doom. It was those kinds of signs. Remus might not have a natural talent for Divination, but you didn’t need an oracle to read these signs. Maybe it was the wolf in him, he would reflect later, an animal that lived by instinct and knew when it was faced with dangerous creatures.



End Notes:

1. Special thanks to onecrimsontie for providing her brilliant Treatise Of Sirius Black, Beater, an argument so detailed and convincing that I shall never even entertain the idea of Sirius playing another position on the Quidditch team.

2. idiom: bang for the/one's buck: Value returned for investment or effort. - The Free Dictionary.
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Sadie
User: rowanheart24
Date: 2006-08-08 16:32 (UTC)
Subject: Bang for the Buck
Simply Brilliant! Keep up the good work!
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Alice For Tea: books
User: alicefortea
Date: 2006-08-09 00:18 (UTC)
Subject: Re: Bang for the Buck
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Thank you very much for saying so! :)
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User: marauders4
Date: 2006-08-09 02:36 (UTC)
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Keyword:want some of this?
Brilliant! I can't wait to see what they come up with for their latest prank.

“Remember first year?” James spoke up fondly, doodling on his Potions book. “That was a good one. We almost got killed.”

“Yeah,” Sirius enthused.


*giggle*
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Alice For Tea: writer's block
User: alicefortea
Date: 2006-08-09 05:03 (UTC)
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Thank you very much for reading! :) I see this first part as a lonnng prologuey-type thing, and the second part will shift it's focus to more Moony & Padfoot love :P
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Ani
User: grubby_tap
Date: 2006-08-09 03:37 (UTC)
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Awesome. Reading smutty things makes me feel pretty red round the ears, so I like stumbling upon a padfoot/moony fic with humor and plot. Oh, and props on making Peter likable and one of the gang--I'm getting sick of Peter-bashing. They didn't know he was evil back then, for godsakes!
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Alice For Tea: justin
User: alicefortea
Date: 2006-08-09 05:07 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:justin
Thanks! :) I love and prefer friendship fics myself, so no smut in this one. Maybe later, vaguely :P And I agree -- I don't like the Peter-bashing cuz it doesn't feel right to me - too predictable, I guess, and unlikely during that time.

Thanks again for reading! :)
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Jackie Marie.
User: jackielupin
Date: 2006-08-09 13:16 (UTC)
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This is pure genius, let me tell you. I love it =)
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Alice For Tea: norton
User: alicefortea
Date: 2006-08-09 15:50 (UTC)
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Keyword:norton
Wow, thank you! That's always wonderful to hear :)
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orngsnapdragon
User: orngsnapdragon
Date: 2006-08-09 18:56 (UTC)
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Oh, this is fantastic. I can't wait to see what they plan for 6th year. And I must agree that the humor, plot, and lack of Peter-bashing are all wonderful.
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Alice For Tea: ioan
User: alicefortea
Date: 2006-08-10 00:14 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:ioan
Thank you very much for reading and your kind feedback! Humor is hard for me to write, but I feel it comes a bit easier with the Marauders :P So I'm glad you liked that!
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Andrea: mcr - bloodied frank
User: neverreal
Date: 2006-08-11 10:00 (UTC)
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i read this yesterday and didn't leave a comment, for some reason, but i'm loving this so far! can't wait for the second part. =D
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Alice For Tea: justin
User: alicefortea
Date: 2006-08-11 14:03 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:justin
Hey! Thank you for feedbacking :) I want to say the second part will be up soon (and it probably will be), but I really have no idea. It's more R/S than Marauders in part two though! Once again, thank you for reading.
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Mette: hp: teh h/hr tension!
User: bubbleforest
Date: 2006-08-14 23:04 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:hp: teh h/hr tension!
So I'm a complete douchebag for taking THIS long to get back to you. I suck like a Hoover. My brain has just been so fried lately, but at last - I don't have to work till 4 tomorrow, so I can stay up late tonight! And I can enjoy this, finally! YAY MARAUDER FIC HERE I COME!

First off - QUIDDITCH! YAY. I love me some Quidditch. And mwahahaaa, so much House pride from everyone! I love that. And of course Sirius would embrace this tradition wholeheartedly. OF COURSE HE WOULD. ♥

Sirius was sprawled on the sofa, the squishiest pillow balled up and crammed beneath his head. His legs swung over the end of the sofa, draped over the arm, and his foot tapped to an arbitrary rhythm. The reflected firelight was dancing in his eyes, and the grey eyes were practically gleaming with the envisioned prank.

Jesus Christ. That is probably the sexiest image ever. It's up there with your Harry in "Awkwardjumpstartstalling Conversations" where Harry was just SEX ON A STICK x 100. This is JUST like that. I think my mouth went a little dry.

And James and Sirius carelessly plotting together! I adore those two lines that follow this paragraph. It's so short, but it says SO much about them. Like - wherever one will go, the other will follow. And they're being such boys about the whole thing. :D :D

“I question your sanity sometimes,” said Remus truthfully, staring up at Sirius from where he laid belly-front on the thick carpet, unperturbed.

Bwahahaaa REMUS! I love that. I imagine him saying it so matter-of-factly and it's just awesome. Dude, that image of him lying on the floor is sexy, too. What are you trying to do to me?

“Remember first year?” James spoke up fondly, doodling on his Potions book. “That was a good one. We almost got killed.”

I LOVE THIS OMG. Seriously, I'm gonna end up throwing this whole thing right back at you, but oh my God, you work these four boys so well. That line KILLS ME DEAD.

When Remus asked them why, why they had done it, Sirius had told him, “It was amusing!”

Love. Just -- so much intense love coming from over here. There's such a delightful quirkyness to this. I don't know if I'm explaining this very well, but I have to tell you, I'm completely smitten with the whole thing.

Plus, Sirius calling James Prongsie? And singing it, even? BEST THING EVER, OKAY? OKAY. And Remus, DARLING REMUS, always worrying and thinking ahead. Oh my God. I love him. Your characterizations are so freaking spot on. I'm in complete awe.

THE BUM SONG! OH. MY. GOD. THERE IS A BUM SONG. I CAN'T EVEN -- I CAN'T TELL YOU - MY GOD, WOMAN. HOW AWESOME IS THIS? SO FREAKING AWESOME.

At the same time, it was quite an impressive piece of magic, he had to admit; the handwriting was loopy and very nice, very readable; he had helped with that part because it had been rather spindly before and barely legible, typical of James’ handwriting.

Your Remus is so wonderful. Did I say that yet? He really is. He's, like -- worrying about HANDWRITING at a time like this. Berating James' handwriting! That is so many levels of awesome.

I love all the pranks. Really, just -- you must have done so much planning and thinking to execute them. They're so brilliant, but especially the fifth year one. (SEBBY THE PLANT! ♥) I love that one. I can see the image of the lion and the snake in my head, and it's really kind of ... pretty. Which it probably isn't supposed to be, but your description of it makes it beautiful.
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Alice For Tea: ioan
User: alicefortea
Date: 2006-08-15 13:33 (UTC)
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Keyword:ioan
Hey dear!

I'm so glad you liked this :D The whole thing just came from me liking Quidditch and Quidditch players a whole lot ;) And the fic probably turned out this way, with a huge focus on the Marauders, becaues of how big of a role being a Marauder played in their lives. Part one I know is less on R/S and more on the Marauders, but it was SUPPOSED to be just this one-shot. But I thought you'd waited so long and finishing your fic was as good as a time to post what I had so far as any :D

You're so very welcome - it was a joy to write this, and I love that it makes you happy!
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Mette: hp: the h/d pics everyone uses yey!
User: bubbleforest
Date: 2006-08-14 23:05 (UTC)
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The hour had climbed higher and the fire burning in the fireplace had dwindled lower as the retelling of their exploits wound down. Remus was settled quite comfortably on the rug, arm bent and tucked beneath his head, feeling warm and sleepy like he’d had a bit of chocolate and honeyed tea.

Sirius was lying upside down, his head on the ground and his legs sticking straight up, his feet hooked over the back of the sofa. Most people looked quite different upside down, their features looking odd and out of place, but Sirius still managed to look as good-looking as he did right side up. Presently, he was wiggling his eyebrows at nothing in particular, imagining, no doubt, this year’s spectacle to put on.


It always amazes me that you can write like this. In just two paragraphs, you make everything sound so cozy and warm and real, and just -- like, Sirius lying upside down. I see that SO perfectly. That image is hardly ever used in fic, but you carry it out so well. And Remus just quietly watching, and, oh. My heart. It's so warm right now.

And then that paragraph about Sirius and touch ... I can't tell you how perfect that is. I LOVE that you make that Padfoot comparison. It makes so much SENSE, and I've never thought it that way, but it does! So brilliant. You are SO EFFING BRILLIANT.

And then it ends like THAT! What happens next?! What will their next prank be? Will Remus and Sirius make out? Why are you holding out of meeeee? *trips back and forth*

Dude, thank you so, so much for writing this for me. I can't wait to read the conclusion. This is all so atmospheric and gorgeous and it's all leading up to something - I can't wait to find out what that something is.
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Alice For Tea: norton
User: alicefortea
Date: 2006-08-15 13:37 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:norton
Thank you! Just, thank you. I haven't been too happy with my descriptive paragraphs lately, so I'm so relieved to hear you react positively to it!

Honestly? I have most of the next part sketched out, but as for the next prank, I'm drawing a blank - part two is more on the people than their pranks anyway :D

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jen: blaise
User: pardonthelitany
Date: 2007-02-24 18:42 (UTC)
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Keyword:blaise
so you have the power to make me like the marauder era. how do you do that?

Untapped wells of evil genius were devoted to meticulous planning. There had been near-misses, near-expulsions, many, many points taken, and to say nothing of the multiple detentions.
This year, Remus had a strong foreboding feeling that Sirius was going to “go all on out.”
“I’m going to go all on out,” Sirius announced in the Gryffindor common room after dinner one night.


all thoughout this piece you made me giggle. the boys seem so serious about their pranking- it's just wonderfully funny. but the characters aren't just jokes or types, you give them all a little bit more.

Remus imagined Hogwarts crashing to the ground in an explosion of fire and falling rocks, and he rubbed his eyes tiredly. Poor Dumbledore. He saw himself, shiny prefect’s badge pinned to his sweater, horrified. History would pity Remus J. Lupin.

yes, poor, poor remus. he is cautious, but he still loves it. he's my favorite marauder.

Sirius, Remus has noticed, was a very tactile person. He touched. It came naturally to him.... Sirius exhibited a need to touch everything. Remus reflected: it wasn’t very shocking that Sirius took the Animagus form of a dog.

arg! what a fantastic description of character! i <3 sirius.

anyway- this is my second time reading this, and i was just craving R/S... :D. you should really finish this, you make marauder era fics fun to read.
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