How do they manage to take a completly silenced room, and turn it into party? James and Sirius come flying into the dorm laughing and hollering. James appears to be chasing Sirius, no doubt because of something Padfoot had said, or done. Knowing Sirius, he probably flipped his hair and acted like a total drama queen whilst insulting James. 

I don't even lift my head from the book I am currently rereading, and remark, "It amazes me how..." 

"Moony, we got bigger problems to worry about then what 'amazes' you. Lily completly ignored me today! Well not exactly, but she didn't even let me ask her out!" James cuts me off with his poorly constructed sob story, and continues to pin Sirius down to the bed.

"Serves you right."

From underneath James I hear a muffled shout and something along the lines of, "You tell him Moony!" I roll my eyes, and politely ask James to get off Sirius, mostly because I don't want to have to go down to the infirmary because a mister Sirius Black suffocated underneath a mister James Potter. That would be a fun conversation with Madam Pomfrey.

Somewhat reluctantly, James obliges and slides off of Sirius and the bed, rolling to the floor rather dramatically. I count to three before I shut my book, knowing exactly what I'm getting into when James complains about Lily. The conversation usually involves whining, snickering, yelling, and resulting in spells flying across the room.

Just then Peter walks into the room with his usual jovial walk, and upon seeing James lying on the floor he mutters something about having to go and walks out of the room. I don't blame him. I wish I could walk out of the room too, but I've already made myself apart of todays whine session by commenting on Lily "ignoring" James.

I sigh and say, "Go on James. I know you're just about to burst with all of the things wrong with what happened today, and how Lily should worship the dirt you step on." Sirius rolls his eyes, but fluffs his pillow and makes himself comfortable because he knows we're going to be here for awhile. 

I'm momentarily distracted by the sight of Sirius taking his hair out of his bun, and watching it cascade down his back in waves, and I have to take a second to focus back in on James, who is lying with his feet propped up on the bed post. I want to say something quippy like, 'Very attractive James', but I know that will only make his complaining longer.

He opens his mouth to speak, and I have to bite my tounge to keep from laughing at the ridiculousness of it. 

"I'm just so manly, I mean I am a deer!" He truly and solely believes that a deer is manly. Sirius is having trouble keeping a straight face, but we all know that laughing won't do any good. "Padfoot, why won't she go out with me? I just want her to love me like I love her, and among other things, I want to have her hug me tightly when she's scared. But she would never do that because she's fearless, or just a very good actress, which is probably also true. I just-I want her in my life, more than she already is. Is that to much to ask?" He looks up hopefully at us, and we stare at him in shock.

James Potter, has just asked a very deep question. This is something that has never occured before. I want to congradulate him, but I think he'd just get angry and storm out. He's a kid at heart, even though he is sixteen. 

"Mate, that was a beautiful. You should write her a letter containing all that. I think Lily would appreciate a gesture of that sort." I'm at a loss for words, and Sirius still has his mouth hanging open.

"Shut your mouth before a bug flies in it, Sirius." James snaps, turning slightly red.

I think he didn't even realize what he was saying until it just came out. He started with the usual gibberish, but I think he is really understanding what it means to have a girlfriend. After witnessing all the couples blooming this year, I think he actually wants to do something about his situation instead of just moping about and having these complaining sessions.

"You really think she would like a letter containing my feelings toward her? I don't know, doesn't that seem a little over the top?"

Right then Sirius seems to finally snap out of his shocked state and says, "Prongs, whatever you were thinking about doing is probably over the top. This, is difinitely below the top." While saying this he makes gestures with his hands showing 'the top' and where 'over' is, and where 'under' is. I roll my eyes at that, but he does have a point.

"Ok then. I'll take your word for it. One letter coming up." He moves to get the supplies from his trunk, and I decide to remind him of something very important.

"Prongs? Don't get too sappy. Put exactly what you just said, and a little more, down on the parchment. Do not go over the top," I silently curse myself for using Sirius' saying then continue, "girls don't like that. When you're finished give it to me and I'll read it over."

"Thanks mate. You guys are the best."

"We know." Sirius replies. I shoot him a look.

"Feeling sassy today? You just had to have the last word?"

He flips his hair. Called it. "Why, yes I am in a sassy mood, and I wouldn't call it the 'last word'. More like the last comment." I don't even try to explain that 'comment' and 'word' are basically the same thing. I've given up on correcting Padfoot's vocabulary. That there, is a hopeless case. I just roll my eyes as he says that he needs to go spice up someone else's life with his presence, and pick up my book to continue reading. 

Checking the clock, I realize that only took about fifteen minutes. I think Prongs broke a record.

Anyway, back into the depths of "Christopher Burley: An Experience".

"Whilst upon reading the fascinating titles I..." Eventually I lose myself in the passages.