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“The traitor returns,” noted Sirius, as James collapsed onto his bed.

“You’re not really pissed I decided to go home for Christmas, are you?” asked James, rolling his eyes. “I know we said we were all going to stay, but…”

“Nah, we had a better time without you,” Sirius assured him. “You always put Peter in an awful mood. He told me he was glad you didn’t stay.”

“Don’t lie, Padfoot,” said Peter defensively. “I didn’t say that.”

“He did,” mouthed Sirius.

“In other news,” said Remus, who was seated at the desk, flicking through the newspaper; “Sirius blew up three different rooms and at least two chairs.”

“It’s a fantastic spell I just found, Prongs,” Sirius elaborated enthusiastically. “And technically, Moony, it was only two rooms. Two rooms and a closet.”

“Filch’s closet,” Peter told James, who looked duly impressed.

“The ceiling is still singed,” said Sirius proudly. “I’ll take you by later… I’m thinking of having a go at his desk.”

“Well, you lot had a more interesting time than I did,” James stated. “Once you’ve lived at a person’s house, Padfoot, they get sort of used to having things explode or disappear from time to time… I’d forgotten how boring my parents are.”

The Life and Times, Chapter 13






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