Favourite TLAT Scenes (x) - Chapter 10, The Connection: “Professor Black was dying. Carlotta was a bitch. Sirius Black was an alright sort of bloke. The attempted suicides had all been accidents. Lathe was going to investigate in Hogsmeade. Professor Black was dying.”
“I’m bored,” James announced at dinner on Thursday
The three Marauders who accompanied him at said meal sent the Quidditch Captain and de facto leader confused looks. “How can you be bored?” asked Peter, disbelievingly. “We’re not even two weeks into school, and we’ve already had a massive brawl, three attempted suicides, two Ministry investigators, a swarm of other aurors questioning everything that moves, and—in your case—at least two major arguments with Lily Evans and two duels with Nicolai Mulciber.”
“Most of that occurred last week,” replied James. “The Mulciber bit the other day barely reached dangerous, and there’s nothing terribly mesmerizing about a few Ministry stiffs. What’s happened today? Nothing. Kevin Sherbatsky’s hair had a trimming, maybe, but really, I think that’s it.”
Sirius set down his fork. “You noticed that too? Thank Merlin, I thought I’d gone completely mental for noticing something like that.”
“Don’t discount the completely mental theory just yet,” Remus put in.
“Something needs to happen,” James continued. “Something good. The whole… depressing scene… mediocre scores in Potions, people having a go at themselves, massive brawls in the Entrance hall—it’s… depressing.”
“Does this mean you’re going to quit the troubled Bob Dylan routine?” asked Remus hopefully. Peter began to inquire about the reference, but thought better of it and kept his mouth closed.
“If you’re attempting to insult me, you probably shouldn’t compare me to a complete badass, Moony,” said Prongs coolly. “And no. Something else…” Chewing on a potato, James cast his eyes about the Hall for inspiration. It hit him as he eyed the Hufflepuff table. “Do you know what I hate?” he asked.
“Rhetorical questions?” offered Sirius.
“Kevin Sherbatsky’s hair,” said James. The other Marauders were quiet, uncertain of where this was headed. It was Padfoot that caught on first. He grinned at his best friend.
“Prongs, mate, I haven’t had a detention in… ages, it seems.”
The Life and Times, Chapter 4
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Favourite TLAT Scenes (x) - Chapter 9, The Art of Walking: “Remus Lupin,” the older boy cut off his brother, “is a hundred times the wizard, and the person, and the brother that you could even hope to be. So the next time you want to go taunting some muggleborns or half-bloods because you’re so superior, think about that, alright?”
“Where are you taking me?”
“What did I tell you about asking questions?” said Sirius, taking the time to stop and sigh.
James raised an eyebrow. This Sirius Black was rather odd, he thought. Nobody enjoyed a good show as much as James did but the lengths to which this bloke was going to remain mysterious were ridiculous. He had already led him through what felt like thirty acres of wood, only to meet a small hill.
“You know,” said James once they were climbing once more, “for my own peace of mind can you promise me that this isn’t your murder hill”
Sirius just chuckled.
They were at the top before James saw the well. “Oh God,” he breathed. “I’m going to die in a well.”