Post by kcsficmas on Dec 21, 2011 22:44:17 GMT -8
Title: Remember That One Time At Band Camp...
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:
Summary: The Marauders celebrate one interesting New Year's Eve!
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Remember That One Time At Band Camp….
As a Marauder, I can proudly declare that I have been a part of some very… interesting nights. This one time, Prongs (also known as James), knicked some Firewhisky from Hogsmeade and some… events… transpired, you know what? Never mind that, on with the story. My point is we’ve had some crazy times. But, I think the best time we’ve ever had (I only speak for myself, Moony-a.k.a Remus- would most-likely disagree) was New Years of ’78.
December 31st, 1997
“Come on Moony! You know you want to!” I sing-songed in Remus’ ear.
“No, Padfoot I do not want to sneak over to the Three Broomsticks to watch Rosmerta’s New Year show!” Remus bit out exasperatedly.
“But it was so much fuunnn last time!” I whined, dragging the word “fun” into three syllables. James nodded firmly at my side, reinforcing that seeing scantily clad girls dance around a stage was a good time.
“James! How can you agree with him; you’re dating Lily, the “love of your life”, remember?” Moony inquired in disbelief. He had apparently thought James would be with him on this one.
“Moony, Moony, Moony.” James explained his I-have-all-the-answers voice. “Just because I’m dating the love of my life doesn’t mean I’m going to reign in my last Hogwarts New Year sitting around the castle, watching the clock. Don’t you want to experience life?”
“Yes I do, but not in Hogsmeade.”
“Fine. We’ll throw a party.”
“… What kind of party.” Remus hedged suspiciously.
“The best kind….”
“A karaoke party!!!”
“Oh no.”
Later That Same Day…
“See Moony! Isn’t this legendarily awesome!!” I screamed in Moony’s ear.
“What?!?” He yelled back over the hideously hilarious screeching of some Hufflepuff prefect. It’s always the tame ones.
“He said “Isn’t this legendarily awesome!!”” James shouted helpfully. Mercifully Puffles was done torturing our ears to the point of bleeding, so Remus could actually respond.
“Sure Pads, it’s “legendarily awesome”” Remus said sarcastically.
“Prongs, was he mocking me?” I cried in inflated outrage.
“Why, my good Padfoot, I believe he was!” James played along.
The drinks continued to flow freely throughout the night, and it seemed there were more and more clothes on the floor, than on people’s bodies, but who was I to judge; I was currently sporting khaki pants and no shirt.
I hauled myself up on the make-shift karaoke stage for one last performance before we all rang in the New Year. I starting belting out the lyrics to Queen’s “We Are The Champions”, giving what I was later told was told a very “theatrical” performance. During an instrumental section of the song, some Ravenclaw (Sherri, Shelly, something along those lines) flew spastically onto the stage and declared her drunken undying love for me. Someone pushed her back in the crowd as I finished my epic finale show.
After that it’s all bits and pieces; James jumping into a conjured up pool of Firewhisky, Remus being cornered by a girl with very, err, revealing outfit, me snogging that very same girl sometime later.
So now you can see why I call that the craziest night I’ve had as a Marauder. Granted, many major points of the night are merely a blur, or just erased, in my memory, so you’ve only been exposed to part of that legendary night. I can’t fathom that I will ever have another night like New Year’s of ’78.
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Three things I would like to have included in my gift are...
1) Fireworks (literal or not, fights, kissing, ect. leaving it up to you)
2) Drunken Karaoke Confessions (Up to you again, I just wanna laugh.)
3) Marauder Years (7th year, Christmas time)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:
Summary: The Marauders celebrate one interesting New Year's Eve!
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Remember That One Time At Band Camp….
As a Marauder, I can proudly declare that I have been a part of some very… interesting nights. This one time, Prongs (also known as James), knicked some Firewhisky from Hogsmeade and some… events… transpired, you know what? Never mind that, on with the story. My point is we’ve had some crazy times. But, I think the best time we’ve ever had (I only speak for myself, Moony-a.k.a Remus- would most-likely disagree) was New Years of ’78.
~Mischief Managed~Mischief Managed~
December 31st, 1997
“Come on Moony! You know you want to!” I sing-songed in Remus’ ear.
“No, Padfoot I do not want to sneak over to the Three Broomsticks to watch Rosmerta’s New Year show!” Remus bit out exasperatedly.
“But it was so much fuunnn last time!” I whined, dragging the word “fun” into three syllables. James nodded firmly at my side, reinforcing that seeing scantily clad girls dance around a stage was a good time.
“James! How can you agree with him; you’re dating Lily, the “love of your life”, remember?” Moony inquired in disbelief. He had apparently thought James would be with him on this one.
“Moony, Moony, Moony.” James explained his I-have-all-the-answers voice. “Just because I’m dating the love of my life doesn’t mean I’m going to reign in my last Hogwarts New Year sitting around the castle, watching the clock. Don’t you want to experience life?”
“Yes I do, but not in Hogsmeade.”
“Fine. We’ll throw a party.”
“… What kind of party.” Remus hedged suspiciously.
“The best kind….”
“A karaoke party!!!”
“Oh no.”
~Mischief Managed~Mischief Managed~
Later That Same Day…
“See Moony! Isn’t this legendarily awesome!!” I screamed in Moony’s ear.
“What?!?” He yelled back over the hideously hilarious screeching of some Hufflepuff prefect. It’s always the tame ones.
“He said “Isn’t this legendarily awesome!!”” James shouted helpfully. Mercifully Puffles was done torturing our ears to the point of bleeding, so Remus could actually respond.
“Sure Pads, it’s “legendarily awesome”” Remus said sarcastically.
“Prongs, was he mocking me?” I cried in inflated outrage.
“Why, my good Padfoot, I believe he was!” James played along.
The drinks continued to flow freely throughout the night, and it seemed there were more and more clothes on the floor, than on people’s bodies, but who was I to judge; I was currently sporting khaki pants and no shirt.
I hauled myself up on the make-shift karaoke stage for one last performance before we all rang in the New Year. I starting belting out the lyrics to Queen’s “We Are The Champions”, giving what I was later told was told a very “theatrical” performance. During an instrumental section of the song, some Ravenclaw (Sherri, Shelly, something along those lines) flew spastically onto the stage and declared her drunken undying love for me. Someone pushed her back in the crowd as I finished my epic finale show.
After that it’s all bits and pieces; James jumping into a conjured up pool of Firewhisky, Remus being cornered by a girl with very, err, revealing outfit, me snogging that very same girl sometime later.
~Mischief Managed~Mischief Managed~
So now you can see why I call that the craziest night I’ve had as a Marauder. Granted, many major points of the night are merely a blur, or just erased, in my memory, so you’ve only been exposed to part of that legendary night. I can’t fathom that I will ever have another night like New Year’s of ’78.
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Three things I would like to have included in my gift are...
1) Fireworks (literal or not, fights, kissing, ect. leaving it up to you)
2) Drunken Karaoke Confessions (Up to you again, I just wanna laugh.)
3) Marauder Years (7th year, Christmas time)