BREAK- Away from everbody ~ ~ ~ FRANK/JAMES

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James was running down the many corridors of Hogwarts with dung bombs in hand chasing after a Slytherin that had done him wrong earlier. The prank wasn't so smart on the Slytherin's part as he continued to give chase while this poor Slytherin seemed to realize the mistake in attacking James when he had been studying. Only few people made the mistake of getting on his bad side, and right now his brown hair was waving lightly. Blue eyes stared down at the dung bombs in his hand, but they left no hint of a smell since he hadn't lit them yet. Wearing the common dress pants today, and the black dress shoes. Not that anyone needed to know what he wore all the time.

Sure there were the few people that were rather ornery about what he wore, but he wasn't impressing anyone. The Slytherin hid behind one of the many bushes in the courtyard, and that was his first mistake since James was pretty good at aiming at targets. Even if this little Slytherin was thinking he could get away. Once more, James was on the prowl and moved silently like he knew how to do since his brother had the invisibility cloak. The one bonus to being placed as Champion, was he could mock his brother for not making it. Yet, his two friends had been made champion instead. Enough reason to dislike both of them in the long run.

Clearing his mind he was already going around behind the bush, already having lit one of the bombs, tossing it right onto the Slytherin, or near him at least so it didn't scar him. Tossing the rest he had straight at him, and the smell in the air was rather putrid after that. James's Gryffindor vest was starting to show off his allegiance, but he had a simple white shirt on underneath that. Seeing as he didn't feel like dressing up all extravagant just to see who he could mess with today. Finally exacting his revenge he walked up to the poor Slytherin that was running away from James, regretting his actions already. "Next time, think before you decide to use a spell on me with my back turned," he yelled out towards the poor scared snake slithering away.

James had thought he had done good that day, and put that as a point in his books, now what else could he do for the time being. Apparently that chase had landed him in the court yard with nothing much to do. Of course, if his only best mate were here, then they could have all sorts of fun. There was something in the back of his mind as well about Aubrey and the way she always acted around Frank Longbottom. Leaving it be for now, he would keep it to himself, unless the idol himself actually spoke to him. James was pacing around the same bush the Slytherin had been hiding in, and was trying to mimic the mindset of the Slytherin boy.

In a mock tone, he knelt down and went, "Oh, look at me a typical snake, hiding and waiting for my opportunity to stri-OH NO DUNG BOMBS WHAT, ah I smell like a troll puked all over me, now I gotta crawl away to my house so they can stroke my ego to make me feel better," he continued on. Not caring if anyone was watching this strange display. Brushing himself off as he stood up thinking it didn't take too much to amuse him. As of right now, he was more worried about losing his focus on the attack of Hugo Weasley. Another question that popped into his mind was that if anybody in Slytherin didn't do it, what of the other houses.

There was always reason to warrant an investigation of everyone and everything, plus James knew that -no one- in Gryffindor would be dumb enough to stoop that low. Plus, if they were in Gryffindor, they were usually loyal, caring, and all around nice. Some of them were loners, but he couldn't really blame half of them now could he? James's hair wavered slightly as he turned to look up at the steps for any signs of movements in case said person was mocking him. It wouldn't be the first time he had been caught mocking a Slytherin he had scared off as it seemed to be one of his pastimes.

Pursing his thin lips gently, he seemed to pause in thought, and then pushed his hair so it had a slant to the left side more giving him an almost uncanny, intelligent look. Raising an eyebrow, he then looked back to the bush, back to the stairs where he finally resigned to sitting down on them. Letting his thoughts roam to Hugo and what was troubling him, he was easy material for someone to sneak up on him. The person doing it would regret it a lot, since he had one dung bomb left, unless it was a mate from his own house then he'd gladly rethink his strategy. Sighing lightly he finally looked up to the sky speaking to no one in particular, "Now i wish for something interesting to happen," he said to no one in particular.

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[FRANK ALGIE LONGBOTTOM]

you said hey since that day you stole my heart and you're the one to blame- - -

One would generally think that, in a school filled with magic where nearly anything was possible, there should never be a shortage of things to do, right? Surely, if one became so bored, they could just hex a statue to come to life and chop down a tree or something for their own entertainment, or create fireworks to attract their eyes for thirty minutes or so. It had to be possible, correct? Well, even if Frank knew the spells to make such things be done, he dared not try them. Not with the potential damage to the school should a spell go awry. His father, as the deputy head master, would likely murder him even if the damage were able to be repaired with the simple wave of a wand. No, Frank would have to make do and survive his boredom without the aid of fireworks or moving stone. And surprisingly that seemed to leave very little to cure his monotonousness today.

He spent time in the Gryffindor commons room: played wizard's chess with a third year who asked, got into a heated debate with a fellow seventh year on the practicality of preserving dragons, and finished the little bit of homework that he'd been assigned for the day. He had taken Archimetes out of his dorm room, where the aging toad had resided for most of the year, and had let him wander around the commons room free until a few second years started aiming hexes at his precious pet, at which time Frank had returned Archie to his place under his bed. And despite the immense excitement of those proceedings, he was still bored. So he left the commons room, deciding to wander around the school and see if he couldn't find something more interesting to do in his free time.

If all else failed he supposed that he could grab his broom from his dorm room where it lay under his bed near Archie and go out to the pitch for a while... as long as no other teams were practicing, he could have some peace and quiet up in the air. As it seemed to be, though, he wouldn't have o resort to such measures to get away from his boredom. As he passed by the courtyard he saw a familiar figure there; the brown hair and tall posture of the guy he'd grown up with and obviously therefore grown very close to through the years, James Potter himself. Frank immediately diverted his path, heading to the courtyard behind his friend, unsure of whether he'd been noticed yet.

He snuck up behind his friend, not really caring if James saw him or not. If he didn't, the surprise would be an added bonus. If he did, not big deal. "Who was the mighty Potter terrorizing today?"

TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James was just sitting there really minding his own business, but he had the feeling of being watched. Having to drag the Marauder's map out since he kept it on his persons at all times, but to actually use it for such a simple trick to see who had tried to sneak up on him. Finally, giving way to his thoughts, he soon just stuffed it back into his pocket, all crumpled up again. Deciding it would be best to let this one go as a surprise, but the faint sound of foot-steps had him alert as to who was wandering down at this hour. Even though the hour was still just only in the afternoon, but James normally had nothing better to do than this. Aside from the fact every Slytherin deserved a good prank pulled on them whether they deserved it or not.

The putrid smell would probably waft towards Frank, who had actually walked up to talk to him. Amused as James was to have the other person smell his odor, he soon took out his wand and merely cast a hex to get rid of it. Cleaning his own shirt so they looked brand new, but it was only a spell to just wash it effectively not change them completely. Once that hideous odor was gone from the dung bombs he had thrown earlier, he soon turned towards the voice. Just a little surprised, but he wasn't going to make it habit of acting like he had jumped at all.

There was really no reason for him to jump, and then James was glad he had noticed Frank wandering towards him. Starting to actually focus on Frank for a moment or two, realizing the fact he really was standing there, James just shrugged his shoulders, "Nothing much, just throwing dung bombs at Slytherin's that like to try to mess with me, the usual, but still boring," he added. "What brings the oh so great Longbottom to where the great Potter resides?" he tilted his head, laughing at that, but then just smirked smugly.

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