This is all your fault! MY FAULT? [Luke/Sirius]

[lukejasperdenmark]

How did he end up in this mess? How did he get stuck in said mess with one of the most annoying people he'd ever met? Luke didn't know. All he knew was that this was a hell of a predicament and there wasn't any sign of them getting out of it any time soon. It had all started about an hour ago.

Luke had been walking down the stairs from the Common Room, heading for the library. He was planning on doing some casual reading outside, maybe by the lake or something like that. As he walked along, someone ran by, laughing and playing with a friend. Two first years, they bumped into him and nearly knocked him down the stairs, "Watch it!" He snapped, grumbling slightly as they just kept on going. "Brats." he hoped he wasn't like that when he'd been a first year. If he was, he wasn't sure how he'd survived against sixth and seventh years.

The Gryffindor walked along the corridors, and then stopped in his tracks. Nearly Headless Nick was waving at him, floating over toward him. "Uh...hey Nick." Luke said with a small smile, he liked Nick, even if the man was a little....pompous, he was still pretty cool.

"Hello Luke." he said, "Have you see the Bloody Baron around anywhere by any chance?" he inquired, looking all around, as if expecting him to appear at any minute.

"No I haven't. Why?" the boy asked, curious now.

"Because I want to talk to him about Peeves."

"What's that jerk done now?" Luke groaned, annoyed before he even knew what the poltergeist had been up to.

"Apparently he's trapped that large cat in one of the unused classrooms. You know, the one that looks wild?"

"My cat?!" he gasped, "How do you know? Where is he?"

And Nick told him exactly where the cat was being held. Luke hurried off, swearing under his breath and promising to do very unpleasant things to Peeves once he found him again.

Little did he know, was that at the same time, Peeves was harassing Sirius as well.

"Blackie! Blackhead! Blackeye! Little Black Sheep!" the annoying man called, floating just out of Sirius' reach, holding onto his broomstick, keeping it away. "Can't catch me! Try and you will see! You can't catch me! You're a ba-ah-ah-ah-d Chaser! he called, bahing at Sirius and laughing in his face. He lured him just outside an empty classroom, where he was instantly disarmed by a Slytherin, and shoved into the room by a second one. The door slammed shut and the doorknob vanished.

Luke was pacing the room, the moment the door opened, he flung himself at it, trying to force his way through, but Sirius crashed into him. Down they went, struggling, Luke pushed him away. "They got you too huh?" He grumbled and sat down, for an hour they tried various means of escaping, but without their wands and no doorknob, their chances were pretty slim. Luke had already tried various ways of breaking it down, both with his foot, and his shoulder and neither worked.

He was sitting on the floor rubbing his left shoulder slowly to ease the pain. "So." He asked, "How did you get tricked into here? Me? I'm a sucker for my cat. Peeves trapped the poor guy in here and I came to let him out. Had my wand taken and got thrown in here. A minute or so later, you show up."

The cat gave a loud meow and headed toward Sirius, obviously wanting attention. The bell on his collar rang with each tilt of his head and the name on the tag read, Tiny. The cat didn't seem to mind being trapped inside the room now that he had friends with him.

(Link is in the cat's name.)

[madie]

There was not a single being in Hogwarts who did not know of the marauders, of the adventurous sixth years with a knack for pulling pranks. Nearly-Headless Nick looked upon them fondly, chuckled lightly when they managed to pull off a particularly magnificent prank. He adored the boys, truth be told, felt proud to call them one of his own. The Hufflepuff house ghost, The Fat Friar, thought it brilliant when the boys joined in on his chanting. He would occasionally tip them off when the house elves were cooking something out of the ordinary for dinner, cover for them when McGonagall came snooping. The Grey Lady, elusive though she might have been, had occasionally helped the boys out on their ventures... whether this was out of fear or genuine concern for their safety though, was yet to be determined. Even the Bloody Baron, the Grinch of Hogwarts, seemed to turn a blind eye to their antics.

The ghosts of Hogwarts seemed to harbor a particular fascination for the boys, a protectiveness of them. Even Peeves cared for them... in his own twisted way that is. At first, the poltergeist had despised the group for stealing the limelight... but his disdain had soon festered into something beautiful. The Marauders/Peeves rivalry was one that had the entire school in disarray. The two parties had been trying to our-prank one another since second year. Despite this however, neither seemed quick to rat the other out. Peeves would cover for the boys when Dumbledore seemed at his wits end; warn them if a prefect was on their trail. They looked out for one another... whilst simultaneously trying to burn the others legacies to the ground. There was only room enough for one pranking legacy at Hogwarts after all.

It was for this reason, among others, that Sirius was not particularly happy to see peeves with his broom. The taunting and teasing he could handle... but holding his baby hostage? That was taking their feud one step too far. The poltergeist would pay for this. ”So help me Peeves, if you don’t give me back my broom, you might just find it shoved up your transparent rear end!”

Caught up in a battle of wits, Sirius soon found himself flat on his face, disarmed and... humiliated. Perhaps he should have been paying more attention to his surroundings. Either that or he should have tried harder to remain on the Slytherin’s good sides. As if that were even possible

”I don’t know Denmark! Why don’t you mind your own business?” He snapped, pulling himself off the floor. ”Better yet, why not do something more productive than sitting around and moping... what in Merlin’s name happened to the doorknob anyhow?”

Upon hearing a cat mew, Sirius turned, his features softening. He vaguely remembered his family having a cat when he was younger... Molly? Milly? Milky? ... something like that. Bending down to pick the feline up, the boy ran his hands along the cats spine. ”Cats normally hate me... I’m more of a dog person myself” He snorted.

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"I'm not moping. I'm resting." Luke snapped, annoyed that Sirius assumed he was doing nothing. "I did try and do something. I was attempting to break the stupid door down but it's still as solid as ever and don't you think if I knew where the knob had gone, I'd have already gotten out of here?" he asked, annoyance in his tone, at least until Sirius petted the cat.

"Yeah well, that's Tiny for you. He's everyone's best friend as long as they pet him or feed him." he knew Sirius would probably ask him the same question most people did, "I know. He's anything but tiny. My stupid little brother named him. He was four at the time. Thought it was sooooo hilarious to call him that, and eventually, the name stuck. So now he's Tiny, the world's largest house cat."

"......I don't think we'll be able to break the door down and I think it's sound proof, because I beat the hell out of that thing and yelled at the top of my lungs and it didn't even dent or splinter and nobody heard me." the taller boy grumbled, standing up and moving toward the door again, he ran his hands along it, "Normally, a door's weakest point as at the hinges, but whatever took the knob away, made the hinges vanish too. I think now they're on the outside of the door. So we couldn't attack those and then knock down the door."

Sighing again, he headed back toward Sirius and looked at him, "Looks like we're stuck here for now." He grumbled "Someone will eventually find us." he sat down, leaning back against the wall. "Might as well make ourselves comfortable while we figure a way out of here."

Luke appeared to be deep in thought as he folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, lying back on the floor after a moment. He thought about the two of them just rushing the door, their weight combined might work, but if it didn't, they'd just end up hurting themselves. Without a doorknob, the lock couldn't be picked, and with the hinges possibly on the wrong side of the door, they couldn't take them apart or break them.

"......Tiny has his bell." Luke said after a while, "Maybe if we took his collar off and shoved it partly under the door and shook the hell out of it, someone would hear. But then there's the possibility that someone is guarding the exit and will take away the collar. There aren't any windows either, so we can't get anyone's attention through them or escape that way." he kept his eyes shut, trying to think.

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up quickly, looking over at Sirius "Are you any good at wandless magic?" He asked, "If you are, maybe you can use a propulsion spell at my back to give me extra speed while I charge the door. If we hit it just right, we might be able to cause damage." And then he frowned, "Unless the door is meant to be to unbreakable."

Groaning, Luke flopped onto his back again "Dammit..... this sucks." and at that moment, his stomach growled loudly. He'd missed breakfast by studying right through it and had skipped lunch in the same manner and now it was past dinner time! He was hungry! He considered asking Sirius if he had any food on him, but he wasn't sure what kind of things besides food the boy carried around in his pockets. Chances were that it would have affected the food, unless it was in a wrapper of some sort.

[madie]

Fighting off the urge to sigh, Sirius collapsed in a heap on the floor, the cat cradled gently between his arms. He wondered, albeit idly, if tiny smelt the dog on him... in him. It was why so many cats feared him after all, evaded him at all costs. Tiny seemed unafraid however, cuddling affectionately into the crease of his elbow. Ginormous though the feline was, it was a certainly a sook- nothing like its owner in any case. His owner always seemed to have had a riff to pick with him. It was not as if he’d ever personally singled him out or anything... but the feeling was apparent no less. Merlin, of all the people he could have found himself trapped in a room with, it just HAD to be Denmark. It could have been worse though he supposed... he could have been stuck in a room with Severus Snape.

“Next time... don’t let your little brother name your cat then” he sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. It seemed that Luke simply had a knack for getting on his nerves. The boy openly disapproved of he and his friends pranking habits after all, even more so of their treatment of Snape. It was not that Sirius was not unused to being disliked... more so that the prospect of being locked in a room irked him. He didn’t like being confined. He hated it in fact. He could deal with Luke’s dislike of him plenty well... he just couldn’t deal with being LOCKED in.

“You’re hopeless, sticking a bell beneath the door is about the equivalent of handing your ass to them on a plate. Bashing in the door will result in you cracking your head... and all your other ideas are just as pointless” He said, trying his hardest not to come off as a complete dick. Try as he might though, Sirius knew that was exactly how he sounded.

“Alright I’m sorry,” he admitted “You’re ideas weren’t stupid they just... peeves really riled my nerves”. All but admitting defeat, the boy shifted on the ground, finally releasing the cat. He had half a mind to pull his two way mirror from his pocket, contact James and get them both out of there... but he couldn’t very well give away a marauder secret to do so. He’d have to wait until the boy nodded off or something. “James’ll realize I’m missing eventually... he won’t have anyone to bounce quidditch play’s off at dinner.”

Making mindless conversation with someone he’d never really gone out of his way to befriend seemed pointless, after all, if they weren’t friends by now... they were never going to be. Instead, Sirius opted to sit in the silence. He was in a particularly sour mood that day, a run in with his cousins that morning leaving him feeling particularly antisocial. He was simply tired- tired of pretending not to care.

Sirius was simply having a down day, rare as they might have been. Usually, the boy was all too happy to joke about with strangers. On any other day he would have at least made an attempt to make Luke laugh. Today he had the sulks on however. Today, more so than anything, he just wanted to curl up in his bed and whine about the unfairness of the world. Not that his friends would have ever allowed him to. They knew exactly how to snap him out of his bad moods.

“Alright Denmark, if we’re going to be stuck in here... we may as well make the most of it. You’re good at quidditch right? What do you think of James’ plays?”
((I’m sorry, I’m all hopped up on pain meds, this is probably a little incoherent))

[lukejasperdenmark]

"I didn't let him." Luke said with a sigh, "The kid was three and he got a real kick out of saying 'tiny' since it was his newest word and eventually, he actually started turning to look whenever someone said Tiny." He explained, looking back on the three years that had passed since then.

"Hopeless?" He asked, frowning at Sirius, "Okay, maybe that was a stupid idea, but as for the door, I didn't mean ramming it with our heads, that'd be foolish. I was talking about using our combined body weight, like with our shoulders or legs or something." he scowled slightly and looked away, wishing he could just punch Sirius' lights out so he wouldn't have to deal with him but that would just get him in trouble with James, so he settled for just clenching his fists and counting to ten.

To his surprise, Sirius readily apologized "......Yeah I can understand that." He said, "Peeves gets on my nerves too." Tiny wandered over to a corner and began to groom himself once he was released so Luke gave a small sigh and nodded.

"They're good, but from a tactical point of view they've got some holes in them." he said, and then headed closer to Sirius. He had some spare parchment and a self inking quill in his pocket, so he took them out and started to draw. "See, his first play has some good points, but the moment you actually move to put the quaffle into the goal, you're open for a reception from below." he drew out some other forms and then arrows, "I think that if you used one of the plays my father and uncle came up with it'd actually be real good for you." He was crouched down as he spoke, "See, Iggy and dad were all about concealment, trickery and tactics. One of their better plays was the Fumble. Basically dad and Iggy and Marcus would fly in a triangle formation and throw the quaffle back and forth at random as fast as possible at the last moment, Marcus would switch position and fly toward the goal posts." smiling, Luke then said "But he wouldn't have the ball, Iggy or dad would and one of them would be directly behind Marcus, who would then switch position and allow whoever had the ball to score."

He was very proud of that play and though he'd only seen his dad use it once, it was a very good play. He then began to draw on the floor, not really caring that it wasn't allowed. Filch would clean it up later anyway. "And the other play James has, it's more air tight, but it might also be able to have some improvements made." he said, "I've been watching you guys and the main thing wrong with that play, is that it's vulnerable from above but that can be fixed by putting the person who's going to score in the middle and flying above and below and just circling the scorer. That way, the quaffle can't be taken and you've got both offense and defense in the same move." he explained, outlining the plan with some more simple sketches.

[madie]

Sirius could not help but roll his eyes at Luke’s story, the boy’s explanation of Tiny’s name causing him to chuckle. Despite his laughter, a small bout of jealousy too seemed to bubble up inside him, the loss of his own brother leaving him a little bitter. It wasn’t fair after all, why did Luke get to keep his little brother? What made him so special? He had probably been born into some rich ass family with rich ass parents, a swimming pool, ten dogs and a perfect little brother. Not that he should have been jumping to conclusions like that. For all he knew Luke could have been an orphan... or poor as dirt. Sirius knew exactly where jumping to conclusions got you. For the longest time he had been the ‘spoilt little Black brat’, that is, until his mother had sent him his first howler.

Shrugging off the pain like he would a fly, Sirius spat out a few nasty comments, rambling on about how stupid Luke’s ideas had been in the first place. Truth be told, they had been stupid... but it had been wrong of him to point it out. Perhaps if the other boy had been a Slytherin he would have left it, but starting rivalries within his own house was never his intention. Sirius had already made himself more than enough enemies. The last thing he needed was one with access to his dorm room. So he apologized, without so much as a second thought. He knew from experience just how easily itching powder could be concealed after all- and Denmark seemed smart enough to know where to put it. Between the sheets or on his undies seemed the best bet- not that he had any intentions of finding out.

”I suppose you’re right...” the conversation turning to Quidditch in almost an instance, ”the only thing wrong with throwing the quaffle so fast is that we run the risk of dropping it... or losing concentration and being hit by a bludger. I mean, from what I hear your dad was pretty amazing, we’re hardly up to professional standards here”. Shrugging off the entire idea, Sirius pulled out a pen, drawing some sorts of face onto James’ stick figure instead... whilst simultaneously adding muscles to his own of course. ”To be honest... the tactics bore me to death. I’d much rather just play” He admitted, frowning slightly upon remembering Peeves still had hold of his broom. ”Stupid Poltergeist, I’d really like to sock him one... I swear to merlin if he scratches my broom I’ll deck him” It was a shame he was transparent really...

”If we’re going to be stuck in here though, we might as well get plastered though... right?” He asked, laughing, pulling a bottle of firewhiskey from his pocket. James had enchanted them for him of course... an enlargement charm and featherweight spell making it easy for him to carry two or three bottles on his persons at any one time. His pockets contained everything from inkbottles to half eaten chocolate frogs, from old quidditch magazines to some stupid stuffed animal he had won at a carnival.

”Want a sip?” he asked, offering to the bottle to the boy. He swilled the liquid around for a moment, smiling. Luke wasn’t really such bad company... if you could look past his ginormous-ness and rather annoying sense of right and wrong.

Taking another quick swig for himself, Sirius placed the bottle on the ground between them, not overly bothered by whether Luke would drink it or not. He didn’t exactly seem the type to go and get smashed... but then again, he really was trying not to judge people unfairly.

So far... he was failing dismally.

”I haven’t spiked it or anything... promise” He said, nodding towards the bottle.