CORNER
"You know what can we do?"
The tone in which James speaks is not even really question, the question itself is nothing but a distracted grumbling, mumbling and scratching his belly pale under his jacket chipped, stretching legs over the edge of the bed with a stretched almost voluptuous.
Moreover, Sirius knows the answer, the same for ten days now. In fact, merely yawning, nodding vaguely, looks at the best friend, who nods in turn without moving or adding anything, then you leave to go backwards, landing with a muffled thud on the cushion previously accommodated in the ground, the edge of the carpet. It looks bare legs beneath the hem of his shorts svagatamente, before blowing it by throwing his head back. The black hair on the pillow listless draw an arc, following its slow motion.
"We could also eat something," suggests James careless, ruffling his hair and rubs his face on the cover.
"I thirst," Sirius mutters - could be either an agreement or an observation tank - rolling slowly to move to the side, so do not have to strain to bend his head to see his friend.
"So come on," James states without any emphasis. Even collects your legs again, curled up on the best mattress.
Sirius yawned again. Lately, in fact, does almost nothing else, it is numb. It's a bit 'strange for him, passing his whole life to get excited like a top, running from side to side and devising the most frantic machinations, spend so much time to gape in that way, rub his eyes and dangling from the chair, the bed and the carpet. Remus, however, says that often yawns when they are relaxed, and certainly when Sirius Black, in spite of the fact Black, legacy and his status uncertain, it is definitely a laid back guy.
These are the first real holiday for years and years ago that in this part: weeks whole that is not required to do absolutely nothing , without a single duty, even a vague compulsion. Yes, it could do the holiday homework but I think in a few days - will copy those of Remus. For the rest, no minimum commitment not: not even the inconvenience of having to smile at his father's business partners or to listen to the complaints of Walburga, behave decently with their guests or tolerate retaliation for attitudes deemed indecent. A Potter house the only thing to do is not eat enough to die of starvation.
"I think we can appeal with a jug of juice," suggests James, in a hoarse whisper and disinterested.
"Do it," confirms Sirius squinting.
glimpse of the man, who searches him, then reaches out blindly testing the bedside table and snorts so upset.
"You do it," he muttered then, lazy. "My wand is far away," he says plaintively.
"Mine is in there somewhere," Sirius replication, without moving a muscle are not essential to speak, mumbling to another that does not involve the lips, and even those as little as possible.
James sighs in resignation, as being faced with an insurmountable obstacle.
"We could not drink," says Sirius accommodating, more languidly sinking his head into the pillow. James did not even answer, slowly rubbing his elbow.
Sirius has discovered that he likes to lie on the ground to do absolutely nothing. The first few weeks after his arrival from the Potters spent in a whirlwind of racing, laughter, adventurous undertakings in the countryside and generalized un'esagitarsi mainly due to the fact that they were Padfoot and Prongs, for on their own, on vacation, so no lessons, no teachers, no rules: the utter degeneration of their indomitable spirit and libertarian of Marauders. They talked so much that came in the evening with sore throat and hoarse voice, sore from the outdoor life which is not usual. Then, day after day, their rates have leveled off in a slow idle routine that he unexpectedly finds enjoyable.
is merely stretched, without moving, by saying a few words from time to time. There on the carpet, as now, or in any other place.
"So, are we going?" The collecting James lazy voice.
"Ok," he agrees, raising his head painfully.
Yes, because every time they move.
Only when he sees his friend actually authorized to sit quietly with a whimper, Sirius also resolves to turn the elbows on the ground to pry and lift the back. She rolls her head, loosening the neck numb, while the other puts his feet with difficulty in house slippers, mumbling when the left eluded him and bounces a few inches away. Sirius looks at him and decides to put so much distressed that he will remain barefoot to spare this discomfort.
He gets up when he sees James standing - not just before - and in doing so holds out a hand, James looks dazed for a moment and then catches it with a slight reluctance, giving him the momentum needed to straighten up and nothing more .
"A cheese sandwich," mutters almost to himself, going out of the room.
"And the juice," reminds him of Sirius, prance down the stairs below.
In the kitchen there is Mrs. Potter, who oversees the cooking of the jam browsing il giornale.
“Bentornati tra i vivi,” li saluta divertita, strofinando le mani nel grembiule. “Il riposino è stato di vostro gradimento?”
James annuisce, con fare sostenuto.
“Dovevamo digerire,” spiega compito.
Sua madre gli lancia una scherzosa occhiata di rimprovero, prima di annuire comprensiva.
“Certo. E poi, essendovi alzati alle undici, era naturale che verso l’una e mezza sentiste il bisogno di stendervi un poco,” commenta, appena dry but vaguely condescending smile. He waves his wand and the flame under the cauldron is lowered, by shutting down the hum of the dense jam sobbollente.
"We have some victuals?" Asks James sugary smelling the aroma.
"Jimmy, do not let it eat and sleep. Your friend will stand you bored to death, "says the disapproving mother, glancing at Sirius in search of confirmation.
He slams his eyes almost in disbelief, gathered just in the shoulders, then Mirtle Potter pays homage to the charming, captivating smile thanks in which virtually all adults on earth give heed to whatever he says, then shakes her head to resign.
"No, sir," said Elan. "I'm not bored at all, but thank you," he points out, with further enlargement of the bright smile.
James's mother looked at him for a few seconds, skeptical, and then shrugs his shoulders closer to the pantry.
"Okay," said practice. "Let me give you a couple of sandwiches," he says eagerly.
James and Sirius snorts satisfied leaves against the chair back, partly in order to free the legs of trouble to hold his weight.
"Tonight I dine out and your father, Jimmy," said the mother then, spreading butter on bread. "But we will come back soon and I will not find two drunken teenagers vomiting in the bathroom, got on?" He adds sarcastically.
"Mom!" James protested indignantly. "It 's been incidental"
Sirius grins to himself, hiding the face in the smoothed his hair with his hand. A few nights after his arrival, Mr and Mrs Potter he and James were out and partied too much vigor. Arnold is a bit if the 'plug and found his whiskey on the table of special reserve completely empty, but then he reached his wife upstairs and when they saw their young guest in London with his head stuck in the water burst out almost sadistically laughing, ignoring even scold violently that his son had been in similar conditions.
"Yes, dear," said Mirtle with a knowing air. "It was just to remember, you never know."
hands it to Sirius two sandwiches wrapped in handkerchiefs and James, with air still extremely outraged, brim fills a pitcher of pumpkin juice.
"I keep in mind, ma'am," Sirius says with zeal.
"We're going out," James says solemnly, putting the door.
When Sirius, after a last smile, the mimics, the blinding light of the day forced him to close his eyes, in step stumbles, and leaps to regain balance and slams on his friend.
"Godric damn!" He protests, that the shock has been turned on him a little 'juice. "Black, Watch your step, "he added, bending his leg back in stretching a slight kick.
"I do not see anything. But because there is so much sun? "Sirius protested, blinking his eyes repeatedly.
"Homage our beauty?" Suggests James chuckled.
Sirius grins, shrugging his shoulders. It does not matter, as in ' corner there is no sun.
angle , as they call him a few days, is the small Marauders of the afternoon on vacation paradise. In 'corner no shadow, because a high beech him away from sunlight, giving a gentle melody of rustling leaves. In 'corner 's cool, because it is located right next to the basement and the wall betrays the cool outside. In 'corner but not cold, because the wall that protects it from wind. In ' corner, finally, there is a large, comfortable hammock suspended in midair.
James jumps up with a lazy leap, he collapsed with a crash while Sirius soft grass. Both sigh of relief, as if they had completed a march of miles.
"Pass the sandwich," says James, extending his hand.
"Spring juice, 'said Sirius, throwing one of the two bundles.
He pants a happy time has been exchanged, and then stretches up, drinking a long throat until reaching the horizontal position does not prevent him from swallowing liquids. Stretch your arm to put the jug on the floor, unmoving, all four limbs stretched with neglect and staring into cropping blue sky almost white peeps through the foliage of the beech. The grass tickles the neck and forced him to light the sky keep your eyes almost closed. Only the slow breath in my ears by James and some animal sounds from a distance, lulled by the rustle of leaves.
"Can you working on?" James asked in a low voice, rocking slowly.
Sirius grins, stretching his legs with languor.
"Today ... History of Magic," decides, after a brief hesitation.
"So the feather with blue ink," says James first bite of a bite.
"Yes. Ha ... the book open in front, "he adds, closing its eyes to free the imagination," and those usually written two hundred sheets thick. "
" and mutters, "points out James drawled. "Mutters continuously repeating the salient phrases."
"Without ever stopping," Sirius agrees, laughing softly.
"And the new notes on a sheet of paper, one for each chapter," James continues, satisfied.
"She writes in block letters here and there, things like this is important and remember this step," says Sirius, before yawning again.
"And everything in chronological order."
said James moans, swaying in the hammock to collapse better, and he feels - even if it seems impossible - grin. It also, indirectly.
"Can you imagine a better way in which we could do my homework?" Said amused.
"If there was Moony, have to be invented," agrees James sly.
Sirius emits one last long sigh, as he risks the silence. Their conversation slowly dying without reason, as it had begun: one of the customs that have developed over the last few days, reducing the constant chatter about something more sporadic. They are often silent, do nothing.
Sirius But think again, while breathing deeply studying the way the sky seems to swing between the branches, which really is not boring at all, as told Mirtle Potter. He does not need to always be something to babble with James - could do it, however: do not ever run out of conversation topics - and loves the way that their silence can be so intimate and comfortable. The fact is you do not need to have an addictive pastime playing around with which to feel good when they are together: just the mutual presence, even silent, but still. Sirius he is very proud, because this does not happen with anyone else. It's usually a guy who gets bored easily, which needs constant stimuli, but there, the yellow house of Potter, can spend entire afternoons listening to the silence shared lounge.
It focuses on the feeling of fresh grass stems that touch his neck, the base of the ears. The earth beneath your head is firm, but soft. He seems to become incorporated as a seed and almost did not notice as her eyelids fall, slowly, up to the sky to disappear from his view.
... Mbra a snake, "the sleepy voice of James collects.
"What?" He croaked whisper.
"The branch, trailing his friend in a tone of exhausted. "It looks like a snake."
Sirius sighed dazed, before chuckling softly.
"What we put your mother in that sandwich? Hallucinogens? "
" Maybe I was dreaming, yes, "concedes James muttered. "You know, those images between sleep and wakefulness," he says absently.
Sirius murmurs assent before contrite sigh.
"Hand me the juice?" Plaintive question.
"But that's beside you," argues James, laughing.
"I do not want to move the arm. Can you take the jug to his lips? "Replies Sirius closed his eyes again. It would be perfect if she could drink without moving, for achieving the absolute-nothing.
You are basking in the thought inconclusive when suddenly feels the chill of the liquid that slides over the neck, the hair and face, while James, standing next to him, cheeky grins. Sat up shooting with a shudder.
"Little stinker!" She exclaims, jumping up threatening, but James has already taken away laughing. It launches running after him, the more steps for the heavy stupor, while screaming provocations and insults jumping low fences and flowering bushes.
Arnold Potter, intent to treat his tomatoes, watches them pass along the edge of the garden as well, running between threats and shoving, and smiles.
"Youth," he mutters to himself. "Where will all this energy ..."
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