A hidden life
Prongs aka James Potter
Occupation:Auror
Interests: Quidditch, Marauding, and some other things not even the other Marauders know about.
About me: Everyone thinks they know me, but all they see is the jovial, fun-loving, carefree me. Even the Marauders have never seen my darker side. It's crouching in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to break free of its bonds and spring out into the open to launch its attack... an attack that would be lethal to all... especially me...
Wishlist: A normal life
The Great FeastJust then, Dumbledore clapped his hands together. Instantly, the plates on the tables were piled with mountains of food. Without further ado, Sirius began feasting at an alarming rate. James grinned at him. "I suppose you're always hungry at home?"
Sirius shrugged through a mouthful of sausages and chips. "Well, not really, only about 24 hours each day."
Just then, Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor Ghost, floated over to the table. James grinned at him. "My father says that he often saw you trying to tug your head off when floating about in the corridors." Nick took a good look at him and reddened slightly. "Your father had a very big nose in his younger days," he replied, affronted.
Soon, everyone was stuffed, including Sirius. They made their way up the stairs to the corridor. led by the prefect. Halfway through, they were stopped on the stairs by Peeves, the poltergeist. "Ooh, firsties! How fun!" Peeves cackled. Just as the prefect raised his wand to hex Peeves, James flicked a dungbomb at Peeves. Peeves cursed loudly and zoomed away, taking the scent of Dungbomb stench with him.
Everybody stared at James and then started clapping loudly. Even the prefect admitted, "I'm amazed. Not many people can scare Peeves off." James caught Sirius' eye. Sirius whispered, "I'm not bad at pranks either. Betcha I can prank McGonagall one of these days." James raised an eyebrow. "I'd like to see you try."
Soon, they were past the Fat Lady and in the dormitory. James unpacked his belongings, then realised he had forgotten to send Gavoidat to the Owlery. Upon being unpacked, the very miffed owl took off at once without a backwards glance. Sirius looked at him, bemused. "My owl, Gavoidat," James explained.
"He doesn't seem to like you very much does he?" Sirius asked sardonically. James gave him a look. "He's just being moody."
"Alright, lights out! Stop talking!" the prefect hollered.
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