|RP ; Notes Regarding A Subject of Great Importance
||[Mar. 21st, 2007|10:08 pm]
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DATE Er. BACKDATED to a week before Part Seventeen. Pre-note passing type of note-passing. Let's say 9 November 1977.|
CHARACTERS NO SNIVELLUSES ALLOWED. and by which I mean marauders, as it were.
STATUS Just between them, but other students can probably see SOME note-passing taking place.
SUMMARY SOMEONE'S BIRTHDAY IS IN A WEEK AND SOME FRIENDS OF THIS SOMEONE NEED TO KNOW THAT THIS SOMEONE IS HINTING FAR TOO HEAVILY ON THE FACT THAT HE WANTS RIDICULOUS THINGS FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.
After a few good years of practise, and with his best mates at his side, Sirius had learned to tune out the monotonous dronings-on of one very pearly looking History of Magic Professor. It hadn't taken too long to figure out how to do it, the key was to think of other things and eventually, the talking would turn into mumblings and then the mumblings would turn into whispers and then the whispers would turning into a buzzzz and then! Nothing. It took Peter some time to learn the secret, but even he had caught on.
Sirius had always justified this action by saying that no one in their correct mind could learn about wars and fighting and ACTION by listening to some dead bloke talk about it as if it were from a manual. Instead, Sirius waits for Remus to explain it to him later, and as he does, usually Sirius reenactes it with James in the common room. Fun is had, things are learned. Remuses are embarrassed. Everyone wins.
Sitting in class, Sirius had turned off the spoken word track as soon as he entered the room. Now, there is one thing constantly on his mind: In one week's time, he will be eighteen. Legal in the muggle world! Where he can get tattoos and buy dirty books and gamble and drink! Muggle stuff! His fake ID would be void! Sirius is happy at the thought. People need to know about this, decides Sirius, pulling out a quill and hastily looking to his side to see Remus taking notes. Notes! Mental. Sirius reminds himself later to Give Looks to Remus for his Work Ethic. However, Sirius hastily scribbles a note, blowing on it to dry in a provocative way that makes a few of the girls in the class stare rather bluntly before flicking it at Remus with his fingers. It says:
Remus had been minding his business and taking very thorough notes during History of Magic, one of his best classes, when suddenly, a scrap of paper came flying in his direction. When he opens it, its source is immediately obvious from the content as well as the direction from which it came. Bugger, Sirius, don't you ever pay attention during class?
Remus shakes off the thought, already knowing the answer, and rips a small piece of parchment off of the corner of his notebook. Throwing an exasperated look in Sirius' direction, Remus scrawls a reply that seems suitably succinct before passing it, discretely, to Sirius.
Passed back to Remus while Professor Binns is looking at his textbook. Which is roughly, all the time.
Passed to Sirius when Remus, having surreptitiously checked all directions several times to assure that no one is watching, deems appropriate.
Dropped into Remus's lap with a wink.And then,
After giving Sirius a curious look regarding that wink, stuck on Sirius' desk.And, scribbled on the back of Sirius' note,
Thrown carelessly to Remus's desk.Accompanying.
After his eyes nearly popped out of his head at the audacity with which the note was thrown, tucked discretely into Sirius' pocket.Along with
Stuck to the back of Remus's neck when his head was bent over his notes.
Demonstrating the utmost caution after the recent incident involving grasping at the back of his own neck when he felt something very suspicious latch onto it only moments prior, is gently tossed right under Sirius' desk.
With a peculiar look towards Remus, probably something that would say You Really Are A Woman Sometimes, is crumpled up and chucked right at Remus's face accompanying a tight lipped, obnoxious smirk.
With Remus looking somewhat cross about having something chucked at his face in the middle of class without a second thought as to their current surroundings, is folded and tucked neatly between two fingers and held out for Sirius to grab.
Folded square and inserted back between Remus's outstretched fingers.
Place surreptitiously on the corner of Sirius' chair.
Levitated onto Remus's head.
With Remus having decided that Sirius really shouldn't be leaning back in his chair like that because, if his center of gravity shifted too far backwards, he would fall and possibly crack his head open and generally cause James a great deal of misery and woe, tossed elegantly into Sirius' lap.
James, you see, wasn't as dense as some made him out to be. REALLY. No, really. He did in fact notice this NOTE PASSING business that was going on WITHOUT HIM and he was not pleased. Not pleased in the least, you see. So, with a very pointed look sent in the way of the ponces, there was also a very pointed note chucked at their heads.
With a sly grin, slipped underneath James's hands.
After snatching James' note off of Sirius' desk and considering his options.
Chucked none-so-subtly at Remus' head.