HP Fic- Too Many Cooks 7/???
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tarotgalOkay, so this one obviously does have sneezing :-)
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Part 1- Discovery * Part 2- Breakfast * Part 3- Chamomile Tea * Part 4- A Potion * Part 5- Chicken Soup * Part 6- The Black Ledger
Same ratings apply to this part
Too Many Cooks
Part 7: Apples
James woke to a fierce tickle in his nose not much later. Opening his eyes, he yelped in surprise as he found himself staring at, well, himself. “Sirius!” Remus hissed, pushing the other James aside. “He doesn’t need a heart attack on top of a cold.” Remus took the other James’ place, looking down at the James in bed sympathetically. “The polyjuice potion will wear off in a few minutes. We didn’t mean to startle.”
It took James a few extra seconds to comprehend the situation, but then he nodded in understanding. The nod was short-lived. “hehhChooo! hehChoo! KChooo!” When he’d finished sneezing, he took a deep breath in. There was a rasp in his throat as he did, and the deep breath made him cough.
“Bless you,” Remus said, looking slightly startled. James sounded, if possible, much worse. It made sense, however, as he’d been lying down all day without much chance to cough up what was trying to settle in his chest. He quickly poured another cup of tea from the thermos and forced it on James. James refused by way of rolling over onto his stomach with his face buried in the pillow. Instantly he recognized this as a mistake as he began coughing and snuffling and gasping for air. Remus sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked James’ hair. “Sit up and take a few deep breaths.” James shook his head, coughing some more.
“Come on, Jamie,” said Sirius, his voice cracking in the middle as it changed from James’ to his own.
With a laugh, James looked up to see Sirius slowly transforming back to his best friend. With his head already raised, he felt there was no use in refusing in favor of coughing, and rolled back over, sitting up against the pillows. He coughed into a fist, and Peter swooped in on his other side, patting his back until the coughs lessened.
Remus made a face at the sound, turning his eyes off James to give him a bit of privacy. “I think maybe we’ll try a steam treatment later. See if we can’t get the cough to sound a bit better. Keep it from settling in your chest.”
James nodded as he coughed, not really caring what they were going to do to him later as long as he started feeling better now. And, oddly, with Sirius and Remus back, he was already feeling a bit better. He gave the last few harsh coughs, then cleared his throat.
“Just take a few sips, now,” Remus said, pushing the cup of tea on him again. James reluctantly drank a little.
The warmth was welcoming, and the tea was gentle and soothing on his pained throat, though he would have preferred ice to dull the pain. The steam, however, tickled his nose as he drank and he was forced to hand the cup back prematurely. He cupped his hands over his nose and mouth. “huh-Uhchoo! Sniff! hahChoo! hah… hahChooo!”
Sirius flopped leisurely down across the foot of James’ bed. He reached up and stole the box of tissues. He glanced into it, taking a quick estimate of how many tissues were left. Then he pulled out a dozen, one at a time, tossing them to James.
“Bored, heh, are you?” James asked, picking the nearest one and rubbing his nose into it.
“Immensely,” relied Sirius. “It’s exhausting being you all day. All the restraint and dignity and reputation. You wouldn’t believe how many good remarks I had to pass up just for you.” Sirius rolled onto his side and began rubbing James’ feet through the blankets.
“I’b eterdally grateful,” James snuffled slightly breathlessly. His eyes closed, and the expression on his face changed slowly to allow the oncoming sneezes to take over. His face twitched and he grabbed another tissue from where they lay strewn about on the bed, bringing it up to his face just in time. “heh-hahChoo! huh-Kuhchoo!”
“Bless you,” Remus said, gathering the unused tissues Sirius had pulled out to set them closer to James, and clearing the used ones away for him. He looked from James to Sirius, then to Peter, then back to Sirius again, as though trying to figure out how to approach a sensitive topic.
“What?” James asked, picking up another tissue and blowing his nose profusely. “Just say it.”
“It’s just Remus worrying,” Sirius answered for him. “You know how he gets when one of us is sick.”
“I can speak for myself, thank you very much!” Remus snapped, reaching forward and slapping Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius gave a playful snarl and rolled over on his belly obediently, arms and legs bent and up in the air like a dog’s. Remus huffed and turned away to ignore him, though kept looking at Sirius out of the corner of his eye. “I just wanted to ask how you were feeling is all, James. Because you really aren’t sounding too good.”
“He feels sick,” said Sirius, gesturing wildly with one arm in order to draw Remus’ attention back on him. “I mean, look at him. Obviously he’s miserable. He’s got a damn cold for Merlin’s sake!”
Remus looked back at Sirius, a look of anger on his face. James, though, seemed close to laughing. Peter looked from one to the other, whimpering and inching back away from Sirius just in case Remus took action. Remus waited a few moments, however, and finally sighed, smiling. “Anyone got a Padfoot-sized muzzle?”
“Ah!” Sirius exclaimed, astounded, and launched himself across the bed and over James, tackling Remus with playful snarls and growls and kisses. “Couldn’t… do this… with a… muzzle… on…” he managed between kisses given to Remus’ cheek, chin, and neck. Remus giggled boyishly and went limp against the bed, beneath Sirius’ strong body.
James rolled his eyes and rubbed his nose. “Bad enough they shag noisily on Sirius’ bed in the middle of the night. Now they’re taking over mine?” James said offhandedly to Peter, who laughed as though he’d never heard anything funnier in his life. And just the sound of Peter’s laughter made him smile. As he was jostled around in bed, he felt a little sick to his stomach, but entirely glad to have them all with him again. It was what he’d been missing all day, and he couldn’t think of anything that would make him feel better at the moment.
As Sirius snuffled kisses against Remus’ neck and began directing them down the collar of his robes, Remus squirmed in delight. But finally he ended it all by shouting “Apples!” so suddenly that even Sirius stopped and pulled back. Remus coughed and threw him off with a chuckle, then proceeded to straighten himself and turn to James. “We stopped by the kitchens and brought you apples,” Remus explained, holding up a small bag of washed, gleaming, bright, red apples.
“They have all sorts of vitamins,” Peter piped up. “They’ll make you feel better.”
Sirius selected one from the bag and dried it off, polishing it against his robes. Then he pulled out his wand and split the apple into sections, removing the core from the middle with ease. Peter ‘ooh’ed at the accomplishment. He stuck half of one piece in his mouth, and handed another of the pieces to James. “Eat,” he commanded around the apple section sticking out of his mouth.
James shook his head. “I’m really not hungry,” he said, glancing at the black ledger that had claimed the seat Peter had been in earlier. He hoped that Peter had at least added that much, considering he’d said it enough.
“It’s just a little piece of an apple,” Remus said, putting his arm around James’ shoulders and pushing him forward a little. “Just a couple bites and it’s gone.” He took a piece and demonstrated. “Nice and juicy.”
“It’ll hurt my throat,” James complained. “I’m having trouble swallowing.” He rolled his eyes at himself. Just a few minutes ago he’d been laughing and feeling happy, and now they had him acting silly and sounding stupid. “Look, I don’t want to eat it.”
“An apple a day keeps the healer away,” Peter piped in, taking that last remaining piece of apple and taking a bite which split it in half. “Or in thish cashe,” he said, his mouth full, “Keepsh you away from the healersh.”
“We only want to help you get better,” said Remus, trying not to laugh as Sirius dangled the piece of apple in front of James’ face. “Go on, take a bite.”
“No, ah, going to…” Temporarily preoccupied, James cupped his hands to his face. Peter, Sirius, and Remus all managed to locate tissues and push them at James before the sneezes finally struck. “hah-Chooo! hehChoo!” He waited a moment, brow furrowed, bent forward in bed, breathing heavily. Again, Remus frowned at the sound. He really wasn’t sounding any better. “hah… huhh…” He tried to draw the sneezey tickles from his nose, to no avail.
Sirius sighed. “You going to sneeze or what?” Remus punched him and Peter chuckled.
James gave a brief, weak smile, then snapped forward. “hah-EHHChooo!” He blew his nose, using up all three tissues he’d been handed, and he barely had a moment to breathe before Remus spoke up again.
“Bless you. So… apples?” And Sirius popped back into place, holding the section up for James.
He rolled his eyes. “I feel like I’m in that fairytale Snow White and you’re all trying to poison me!” exclaimed James, laughing and pushing Sirius’ arm away at the wrist. “I don’t want any apples.”
Sirius shrugged and gave up, setting it down on the tray Peter had brought up earlier for snack. He pulled the piece of apple all the way out of his mouth. “Fine. Be stubborn. I reckon you do it well enough when you’re well that there’s no sense in stopping when you’re sick.” Then he bit down on the juicy piece, flashed a snide look at James, and rolled off the bed at the foot. “I’m bored,” he declared.
“We were going to go down to the library and look through some of those books on healing,” Peter suggested. Like the rest of them, Peter didn’t like a bored Sirius, but never gave him any slack about it and instead tried suggesting things. Remus and James sometimes suggested, too, but only when they were in the mood.
Remus now sighed and nodded. “Yes we were. And maybe we can hit dinner on the way back.” He stood and set the apples down on the bed in his place. “Eat one, won’t you, James? They’ll make you feel better. That’s all we’re trying to do, you know.”
James shrugged and reacquired the tissue box, pulling it to his chest. “I’m not hungry. I’m sneezey,” he stated, sinking back under the covers a little.
Peter joined in. “And bashful, and grumpy and…” James shot him a look. “Well, you said you were in Snow White, yeah? I was naming the dwarves.”
“They only had stupid names in the muggle version of the story, Peter,” Remus explained, tucking the blankets around James.
“And how would you know that?” Sirius asked, taking over for Remus and untucking the blankets a little so James could actually move around. Remus caught him under his arms with a tickle for it, but James seemed to like having more room and snuggled into the blankets warmly.
“My muggle studies term paper last year was on muggle perceptions of magic and magic-related folklore, remember?” Sirius didn’t, but nodded anyway, just so Remus wouldn’t tickle him again. He kept his arms down by his side just in case, as Remus was looking suspiciously towards him.
“We’ll be back soon,” Peter said, getting in between them, grabbing Remus and Sirius by the arms, and spinning them around towards the door. “And we’ll bring you some dinner.”
“Eat!” Remus insisted over his shoulder, as Peter pulled them out of the room.
James chuckled and rolled over onto his side, snuggling further into the covers. He’d been in bed the whole day, but the sheets and blankets had a new, warm sort of feel to them, as though rejuvenated by his friends sprawling out on top of them. Their presence lingered, even after they’d left, so it was only appropriate for James to suddenly see Peter burst back into the room.
He was jogging, and slightly out of breath. “Sorry!” he said, reaching over and snatching the ledger. “Remus and Sirius wanted this.” He waved a hand. “Okay, see you in a little while!” And he dashed back out.
James chuckled, his eyes traveling from the door to the bed stand. He had to admit, the apple did look rather good, and it wasn’t going to keep for very long. Besides, it was pretty small. And if it was indeed supposed to make him feel better…
James scooted over in bed, closer to the bedside table. They’d never know if he ate it after all. He could claim he chucked it because it was getting brown. He really wasn’t feeling at all hungry, but it was so very small and didn’t look half bad. The soup had been wonderful once he’d given it a chance as well. Maybe the apples wouldn’t actually hurt his throat quite so badly. And even if they did, his friends weren’t around to see him wincing in pain.
The tickle in his nose returned, and he rubbed hard at it with the back of his hand and a tissue. Finally he pulled a few more tissues out and sank back into the blankets, preparing for it. “hehhKachooo! KChooo! hahChoo!” James snuffled and blew his nose, but the tickle didn’t leave completely. “Oy, out with it!” James complained, rubbing more at his nose. “hehh… hahKUHChoo! hahChoo! Choo! heh-hetChooo!” After blowing his nose again, the tickle backed off. Sneezing so much was starting to get frustrating. And James was starting to feel that he’d do just about anything at this point to feel better.
With a sigh, he reached up and took the piece of apple, taking a bite. As he started to chew, the door to the dormitory opened again, and in came Sirius. James quickly slid his hands under the blankets and stopped chewing. “Sorry,” Sirius said, racing in. “Remus made me a leg brace, because my leg was supposed to be hurt from this morning, and I forgot it.” He went over to his bed and pulled it out of his bag. “Didn’t wake you, did I?”
His mouth full, James could only shake his head. But he was salivating and had to swallow. Sirius saw the bob of his Adam’s apple and noticed the apple piece missing. He grinned. “Knew you couldn’t resist.” He pulled an apple from his bag. “I nicked an extra one from the kitchens. You can eat it and the others won’t know you gave in.” He put the leg brace on and hobbled over. He placed the apple in James’ lap, then bent and kissed his forehead. “Feel better, Jamie. We’ll be back really soon.”
James chewed and swallowed, taking a few deep breaths afterwards. “Thanks, Siri.” Sirius tucked the blankets around him again, loosely, and rumpled his hair before hobbling out. James chuckled and shook his head, then finished off the small piece and bit into the apple Sirius had left him. He had to admit, as he chewed, that it didn’t hurt in the least. And even though he wasn’t exactly hungry, it didn’t upset his stomach either.
Next up- Part 8: Exercise
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Here's the next part!
Part 1- Discovery * Part 2- Breakfast * Part 3- Chamomile Tea * Part 4- A Potion * Part 5- Chicken Soup * Part 6- The Black Ledger
Same ratings apply to this part
Too Many Cooks
Part 7: Apples
James woke to a fierce tickle in his nose not much later. Opening his eyes, he yelped in surprise as he found himself staring at, well, himself. “Sirius!” Remus hissed, pushing the other James aside. “He doesn’t need a heart attack on top of a cold.” Remus took the other James’ place, looking down at the James in bed sympathetically. “The polyjuice potion will wear off in a few minutes. We didn’t mean to startle.”
It took James a few extra seconds to comprehend the situation, but then he nodded in understanding. The nod was short-lived. “hehhChooo! hehChoo! KChooo!” When he’d finished sneezing, he took a deep breath in. There was a rasp in his throat as he did, and the deep breath made him cough.
“Bless you,” Remus said, looking slightly startled. James sounded, if possible, much worse. It made sense, however, as he’d been lying down all day without much chance to cough up what was trying to settle in his chest. He quickly poured another cup of tea from the thermos and forced it on James. James refused by way of rolling over onto his stomach with his face buried in the pillow. Instantly he recognized this as a mistake as he began coughing and snuffling and gasping for air. Remus sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked James’ hair. “Sit up and take a few deep breaths.” James shook his head, coughing some more.
“Come on, Jamie,” said Sirius, his voice cracking in the middle as it changed from James’ to his own.
With a laugh, James looked up to see Sirius slowly transforming back to his best friend. With his head already raised, he felt there was no use in refusing in favor of coughing, and rolled back over, sitting up against the pillows. He coughed into a fist, and Peter swooped in on his other side, patting his back until the coughs lessened.
Remus made a face at the sound, turning his eyes off James to give him a bit of privacy. “I think maybe we’ll try a steam treatment later. See if we can’t get the cough to sound a bit better. Keep it from settling in your chest.”
James nodded as he coughed, not really caring what they were going to do to him later as long as he started feeling better now. And, oddly, with Sirius and Remus back, he was already feeling a bit better. He gave the last few harsh coughs, then cleared his throat.
“Just take a few sips, now,” Remus said, pushing the cup of tea on him again. James reluctantly drank a little.
The warmth was welcoming, and the tea was gentle and soothing on his pained throat, though he would have preferred ice to dull the pain. The steam, however, tickled his nose as he drank and he was forced to hand the cup back prematurely. He cupped his hands over his nose and mouth. “huh-Uhchoo! Sniff! hahChoo! hah… hahChooo!”
Sirius flopped leisurely down across the foot of James’ bed. He reached up and stole the box of tissues. He glanced into it, taking a quick estimate of how many tissues were left. Then he pulled out a dozen, one at a time, tossing them to James.
“Bored, heh, are you?” James asked, picking the nearest one and rubbing his nose into it.
“Immensely,” relied Sirius. “It’s exhausting being you all day. All the restraint and dignity and reputation. You wouldn’t believe how many good remarks I had to pass up just for you.” Sirius rolled onto his side and began rubbing James’ feet through the blankets.
“I’b eterdally grateful,” James snuffled slightly breathlessly. His eyes closed, and the expression on his face changed slowly to allow the oncoming sneezes to take over. His face twitched and he grabbed another tissue from where they lay strewn about on the bed, bringing it up to his face just in time. “heh-hahChoo! huh-Kuhchoo!”
“Bless you,” Remus said, gathering the unused tissues Sirius had pulled out to set them closer to James, and clearing the used ones away for him. He looked from James to Sirius, then to Peter, then back to Sirius again, as though trying to figure out how to approach a sensitive topic.
“What?” James asked, picking up another tissue and blowing his nose profusely. “Just say it.”
“It’s just Remus worrying,” Sirius answered for him. “You know how he gets when one of us is sick.”
“I can speak for myself, thank you very much!” Remus snapped, reaching forward and slapping Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius gave a playful snarl and rolled over on his belly obediently, arms and legs bent and up in the air like a dog’s. Remus huffed and turned away to ignore him, though kept looking at Sirius out of the corner of his eye. “I just wanted to ask how you were feeling is all, James. Because you really aren’t sounding too good.”
“He feels sick,” said Sirius, gesturing wildly with one arm in order to draw Remus’ attention back on him. “I mean, look at him. Obviously he’s miserable. He’s got a damn cold for Merlin’s sake!”
Remus looked back at Sirius, a look of anger on his face. James, though, seemed close to laughing. Peter looked from one to the other, whimpering and inching back away from Sirius just in case Remus took action. Remus waited a few moments, however, and finally sighed, smiling. “Anyone got a Padfoot-sized muzzle?”
“Ah!” Sirius exclaimed, astounded, and launched himself across the bed and over James, tackling Remus with playful snarls and growls and kisses. “Couldn’t… do this… with a… muzzle… on…” he managed between kisses given to Remus’ cheek, chin, and neck. Remus giggled boyishly and went limp against the bed, beneath Sirius’ strong body.
James rolled his eyes and rubbed his nose. “Bad enough they shag noisily on Sirius’ bed in the middle of the night. Now they’re taking over mine?” James said offhandedly to Peter, who laughed as though he’d never heard anything funnier in his life. And just the sound of Peter’s laughter made him smile. As he was jostled around in bed, he felt a little sick to his stomach, but entirely glad to have them all with him again. It was what he’d been missing all day, and he couldn’t think of anything that would make him feel better at the moment.
As Sirius snuffled kisses against Remus’ neck and began directing them down the collar of his robes, Remus squirmed in delight. But finally he ended it all by shouting “Apples!” so suddenly that even Sirius stopped and pulled back. Remus coughed and threw him off with a chuckle, then proceeded to straighten himself and turn to James. “We stopped by the kitchens and brought you apples,” Remus explained, holding up a small bag of washed, gleaming, bright, red apples.
“They have all sorts of vitamins,” Peter piped up. “They’ll make you feel better.”
Sirius selected one from the bag and dried it off, polishing it against his robes. Then he pulled out his wand and split the apple into sections, removing the core from the middle with ease. Peter ‘ooh’ed at the accomplishment. He stuck half of one piece in his mouth, and handed another of the pieces to James. “Eat,” he commanded around the apple section sticking out of his mouth.
James shook his head. “I’m really not hungry,” he said, glancing at the black ledger that had claimed the seat Peter had been in earlier. He hoped that Peter had at least added that much, considering he’d said it enough.
“It’s just a little piece of an apple,” Remus said, putting his arm around James’ shoulders and pushing him forward a little. “Just a couple bites and it’s gone.” He took a piece and demonstrated. “Nice and juicy.”
“It’ll hurt my throat,” James complained. “I’m having trouble swallowing.” He rolled his eyes at himself. Just a few minutes ago he’d been laughing and feeling happy, and now they had him acting silly and sounding stupid. “Look, I don’t want to eat it.”
“An apple a day keeps the healer away,” Peter piped in, taking that last remaining piece of apple and taking a bite which split it in half. “Or in thish cashe,” he said, his mouth full, “Keepsh you away from the healersh.”
“We only want to help you get better,” said Remus, trying not to laugh as Sirius dangled the piece of apple in front of James’ face. “Go on, take a bite.”
“No, ah, going to…” Temporarily preoccupied, James cupped his hands to his face. Peter, Sirius, and Remus all managed to locate tissues and push them at James before the sneezes finally struck. “hah-Chooo! hehChoo!” He waited a moment, brow furrowed, bent forward in bed, breathing heavily. Again, Remus frowned at the sound. He really wasn’t sounding any better. “hah… huhh…” He tried to draw the sneezey tickles from his nose, to no avail.
Sirius sighed. “You going to sneeze or what?” Remus punched him and Peter chuckled.
James gave a brief, weak smile, then snapped forward. “hah-EHHChooo!” He blew his nose, using up all three tissues he’d been handed, and he barely had a moment to breathe before Remus spoke up again.
“Bless you. So… apples?” And Sirius popped back into place, holding the section up for James.
He rolled his eyes. “I feel like I’m in that fairytale Snow White and you’re all trying to poison me!” exclaimed James, laughing and pushing Sirius’ arm away at the wrist. “I don’t want any apples.”
Sirius shrugged and gave up, setting it down on the tray Peter had brought up earlier for snack. He pulled the piece of apple all the way out of his mouth. “Fine. Be stubborn. I reckon you do it well enough when you’re well that there’s no sense in stopping when you’re sick.” Then he bit down on the juicy piece, flashed a snide look at James, and rolled off the bed at the foot. “I’m bored,” he declared.
“We were going to go down to the library and look through some of those books on healing,” Peter suggested. Like the rest of them, Peter didn’t like a bored Sirius, but never gave him any slack about it and instead tried suggesting things. Remus and James sometimes suggested, too, but only when they were in the mood.
Remus now sighed and nodded. “Yes we were. And maybe we can hit dinner on the way back.” He stood and set the apples down on the bed in his place. “Eat one, won’t you, James? They’ll make you feel better. That’s all we’re trying to do, you know.”
James shrugged and reacquired the tissue box, pulling it to his chest. “I’m not hungry. I’m sneezey,” he stated, sinking back under the covers a little.
Peter joined in. “And bashful, and grumpy and…” James shot him a look. “Well, you said you were in Snow White, yeah? I was naming the dwarves.”
“They only had stupid names in the muggle version of the story, Peter,” Remus explained, tucking the blankets around James.
“And how would you know that?” Sirius asked, taking over for Remus and untucking the blankets a little so James could actually move around. Remus caught him under his arms with a tickle for it, but James seemed to like having more room and snuggled into the blankets warmly.
“My muggle studies term paper last year was on muggle perceptions of magic and magic-related folklore, remember?” Sirius didn’t, but nodded anyway, just so Remus wouldn’t tickle him again. He kept his arms down by his side just in case, as Remus was looking suspiciously towards him.
“We’ll be back soon,” Peter said, getting in between them, grabbing Remus and Sirius by the arms, and spinning them around towards the door. “And we’ll bring you some dinner.”
“Eat!” Remus insisted over his shoulder, as Peter pulled them out of the room.
James chuckled and rolled over onto his side, snuggling further into the covers. He’d been in bed the whole day, but the sheets and blankets had a new, warm sort of feel to them, as though rejuvenated by his friends sprawling out on top of them. Their presence lingered, even after they’d left, so it was only appropriate for James to suddenly see Peter burst back into the room.
He was jogging, and slightly out of breath. “Sorry!” he said, reaching over and snatching the ledger. “Remus and Sirius wanted this.” He waved a hand. “Okay, see you in a little while!” And he dashed back out.
James chuckled, his eyes traveling from the door to the bed stand. He had to admit, the apple did look rather good, and it wasn’t going to keep for very long. Besides, it was pretty small. And if it was indeed supposed to make him feel better…
James scooted over in bed, closer to the bedside table. They’d never know if he ate it after all. He could claim he chucked it because it was getting brown. He really wasn’t feeling at all hungry, but it was so very small and didn’t look half bad. The soup had been wonderful once he’d given it a chance as well. Maybe the apples wouldn’t actually hurt his throat quite so badly. And even if they did, his friends weren’t around to see him wincing in pain.
The tickle in his nose returned, and he rubbed hard at it with the back of his hand and a tissue. Finally he pulled a few more tissues out and sank back into the blankets, preparing for it. “hehhKachooo! KChooo! hahChoo!” James snuffled and blew his nose, but the tickle didn’t leave completely. “Oy, out with it!” James complained, rubbing more at his nose. “hehh… hahKUHChoo! hahChoo! Choo! heh-hetChooo!” After blowing his nose again, the tickle backed off. Sneezing so much was starting to get frustrating. And James was starting to feel that he’d do just about anything at this point to feel better.
With a sigh, he reached up and took the piece of apple, taking a bite. As he started to chew, the door to the dormitory opened again, and in came Sirius. James quickly slid his hands under the blankets and stopped chewing. “Sorry,” Sirius said, racing in. “Remus made me a leg brace, because my leg was supposed to be hurt from this morning, and I forgot it.” He went over to his bed and pulled it out of his bag. “Didn’t wake you, did I?”
His mouth full, James could only shake his head. But he was salivating and had to swallow. Sirius saw the bob of his Adam’s apple and noticed the apple piece missing. He grinned. “Knew you couldn’t resist.” He pulled an apple from his bag. “I nicked an extra one from the kitchens. You can eat it and the others won’t know you gave in.” He put the leg brace on and hobbled over. He placed the apple in James’ lap, then bent and kissed his forehead. “Feel better, Jamie. We’ll be back really soon.”
James chewed and swallowed, taking a few deep breaths afterwards. “Thanks, Siri.” Sirius tucked the blankets around him again, loosely, and rumpled his hair before hobbling out. James chuckled and shook his head, then finished off the small piece and bit into the apple Sirius had left him. He had to admit, as he chewed, that it didn’t hurt in the least. And even though he wasn’t exactly hungry, it didn’t upset his stomach either.
Next up- Part 8: Exercise
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Date: 2004-02-13 03:09 am (UTC)I love it, I really really love it, James has to be my favorite marauder, and i love how this story centers him, obviously, lol.
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Date: 2004-02-13 02:40 pm (UTC)Sirius... does adorably mischievous work? heehee I liked him, too. And yet, I did try to write him with some caring and concern for James as well. He understands that James doesn't need to be smothered to get him to eat. And knows that reverse psycology works on him sometimes :-)
Glad you liked it!