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Published: 09/09/2001Updated: 09/09/2001Words: 914Chapters: 1Hits: 10,678
The First One To Get Eaten
Hyphen
- Story Summary:
- The Marauders are stuck on a rooftop, waiting for a professor to go to sleep. They have a little chat.
- Posted:
- 09/09/2001
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- 10,678
THE FIRST ONE TO GET EATEN
Sirius: So, which of us gets eaten first, then?
James: Listen to him. Three hours on a freezing rooftop and he's raving and making no sense.
Remus: Well, as long as he's still acting like himself, it's not hypothermia.
Peter: I'm cold.
Sirius: You can't be cold. You're better insulated than any of us!
James: On second thoughts, let's NOT listen to Sirius. He's the one who got us into this mess.
Sirius: Come on, where would you be without me?
Peter: In our warm, soft beds.
Sirius: My point exactly. Isn't this more exciting?
James: Yeah, I love sitting on pointy bits of masonry.
Remus: Um, I didn't need to hear that, actually.
Sirius: I did. I'm writing it down.
Peter: What _I_ love is staring off into the darkness. Yeah, right.
Sirius: Forget the darkness. Look at the pretty lit window. Become one with the pretty lit window.
Remus: I don't think it works like that. If we keep staring at it, the lights'll never go out. It's a universal law.
Peter: Really? Well, what do we do, then?
Sirius: Let's decide which of us gets eaten first. If we get stuck here, I mean.
James: There is something very disturbing about your tone that makes me think you're serious.
Sirius: Well, I AM...
Remus: Please, please, please don't say it. Please.
Sirius: If you play my game I won't. Oh, come on, we're bored, it'll be fun.
James: I suppose we might as well. It'll end quickly. I think we're all in complete agreement right now.
Peter: Oh no. It's not fair.
James: Don't you dare defend him! He's the one keeping you out of your warm, soft bed.
Remus: I don't think Peter was defending Sirius. I think he was defending himself.
Sirius: Was he? Well, in that case, I say we eat him. He's the plumpest.
Peter: I am not fat! And I certainly wasn't defending you!
Sirius: Guess I'll have to defend myself, then. Come on guys, just look at me!
James: We are. Can't you tell?
Sirius: All right, picture me then. Stringy. Hardly any meat on my bones. Eat me, and you'll have to kill another all the sooner.
James: Ah. We're killing off everybody in turn, are we?
Remus: How long are we waiting between kills? Because if it's two weeks or more, I think I'm safe.
Sirius: Actually, you might be safe anyway. You know how you're not supposed to bite us?
Remus: A thought that haunts me all my days and all my nights.
Sirius: Now, my question is: are we supposed to bite you?
James: Good point. Remus might be like a tarantula: whether it bites you or you eat it, you'll end up poisoned...
Remus: Nice comparison, guys. Thanks.
Peter: No, it's fine to bite Remus. I mean, we know it's fine.
Sirius: And how do we know that, Professor Pettigrew?
Peter: Well, you've already done it. Don't you remember? After you had asked him why the girls like him better?
Remus: _I_ remember it well. He's an animal, really. And I was only trying to be helpful!
James: Besides, isn't that ancient history now that your spots have cleared up? Not that it has made a real difference...
Sirius: Oh, shut up, Mr. Muscular-Quidditch-Champion-Soon-To-Be-Known-As-Lean-Beef.
James: Do you even get to vote? I mean, haven't we killed you off already?
Remus: No, actually, we haven't. And he does have a point. You're by far the healthiest specimen here.
Sirius: Stewed in mushrooms, do you think?
Peter: We don't have mushrooms.
Remus: Unless you count lichen.
James: I don't even LIKE mushrooms. Besides, what would you guys do without me?
Sirius: Weren't you paying attention? We'd pick someone else to kill off and eat.
Peter: You this time, right?
Sirius: I don't know about that, my little friend. I can tell you, from personal experience, just who here is delicious.
Remus: I am not! And I do hope you're not still bitter about the girl thing.
Sirius: Hear how he mocks me! Vote for him, Peter, and I'll give you my sweater.
James: You're starting to sound exactly like a Slytherin, you know!
Sirius: Hah! If you weren't dead, I'd kill you!
Peter: All right then.
James: All right what?
Peter: All right, give me the sweater.
Remus: I can't believe this. My life's worth less than a sweater.
James: Let us remember this well: here sits a man who would betray his friend for a sweater!
Peter: Well, I'm COLD!
Sirius: Really? You poor suffering child. Well, we're the only ones left now, and I think I'll kill you as an act of mercy.
Peter: You can't do that! Help!
Remus: We can't stop him.
James: Yeah, we're ghosts.
Sirius: Well, you're ALL ghosts now! Muahahaha!
James: And I do hope, Sirius, that you'll have lots of fun now that all your friends are gone.
Remus: I'm sure he'll manage, somehow. As long as he keeps his sense of humour.
Peter: You guys are totally creeping me out.
Sirius: Me too. I now feel strangely guilty. It WAS just a game, guys. In a real-life situation, please feel free to think of me as food.
Remus: Actually, do you mind if I don't?
James: Yes, it's much more fun thinking of you as the guilty party.
Peter: Hey! Guys! Look! The window's gone dark!
James: Ah, the old witch is asleep at last. To mischief!
Sirius: So, which of us gets eaten first, then?
James: Listen to him. Three hours on a freezing rooftop and he's raving and making no sense.
Remus: Well, as long as he's still acting like himself, it's not hypothermia.
Peter: I'm cold.
Sirius: You can't be cold. You're better insulated than any of us!
James: On second thoughts, let's NOT listen to Sirius. He's the one who got us into this mess.
Sirius: Come on, where would you be without me?
Peter: In our warm, soft beds.
Sirius: My point exactly. Isn't this more exciting?
James: Yeah, I love sitting on pointy bits of masonry.
Remus: Um, I didn't need to hear that, actually.
Sirius: I did. I'm writing it down.
Peter: What _I_ love is staring off into the darkness. Yeah, right.
Sirius: Forget the darkness. Look at the pretty lit window. Become one with the pretty lit window.
Remus: I don't think it works like that. If we keep staring at it, the lights'll never go out. It's a universal law.
Peter: Really? Well, what do we do, then?
Sirius: Let's decide which of us gets eaten first. If we get stuck here, I mean.
James: There is something very disturbing about your tone that makes me think you're serious.
Sirius: Well, I AM...
Remus: Please, please, please don't say it. Please.
Sirius: If you play my game I won't. Oh, come on, we're bored, it'll be fun.
James: I suppose we might as well. It'll end quickly. I think we're all in complete agreement right now.
Peter: Oh no. It's not fair.
James: Don't you dare defend him! He's the one keeping you out of your warm, soft bed.
Remus: I don't think Peter was defending Sirius. I think he was defending himself.
Sirius: Was he? Well, in that case, I say we eat him. He's the plumpest.
Peter: I am not fat! And I certainly wasn't defending you!
Sirius: Guess I'll have to defend myself, then. Come on guys, just look at me!
James: We are. Can't you tell?
Sirius: All right, picture me then. Stringy. Hardly any meat on my bones. Eat me, and you'll have to kill another all the sooner.
James: Ah. We're killing off everybody in turn, are we?
Remus: How long are we waiting between kills? Because if it's two weeks or more, I think I'm safe.
Sirius: Actually, you might be safe anyway. You know how you're not supposed to bite us?
Remus: A thought that haunts me all my days and all my nights.
Sirius: Now, my question is: are we supposed to bite you?
James: Good point. Remus might be like a tarantula: whether it bites you or you eat it, you'll end up poisoned...
Remus: Nice comparison, guys. Thanks.
Peter: No, it's fine to bite Remus. I mean, we know it's fine.
Sirius: And how do we know that, Professor Pettigrew?
Peter: Well, you've already done it. Don't you remember? After you had asked him why the girls like him better?
Remus: _I_ remember it well. He's an animal, really. And I was only trying to be helpful!
James: Besides, isn't that ancient history now that your spots have cleared up? Not that it has made a real difference...
Sirius: Oh, shut up, Mr. Muscular-Quidditch-Champion-Soon-To-Be-Known-As-Lean-Beef.
James: Do you even get to vote? I mean, haven't we killed you off already?
Remus: No, actually, we haven't. And he does have a point. You're by far the healthiest specimen here.
Sirius: Stewed in mushrooms, do you think?
Peter: We don't have mushrooms.
Remus: Unless you count lichen.
James: I don't even LIKE mushrooms. Besides, what would you guys do without me?
Sirius: Weren't you paying attention? We'd pick someone else to kill off and eat.
Peter: You this time, right?
Sirius: I don't know about that, my little friend. I can tell you, from personal experience, just who here is delicious.
Remus: I am not! And I do hope you're not still bitter about the girl thing.
Sirius: Hear how he mocks me! Vote for him, Peter, and I'll give you my sweater.
James: You're starting to sound exactly like a Slytherin, you know!
Sirius: Hah! If you weren't dead, I'd kill you!
Peter: All right then.
James: All right what?
Peter: All right, give me the sweater.
Remus: I can't believe this. My life's worth less than a sweater.
James: Let us remember this well: here sits a man who would betray his friend for a sweater!
Peter: Well, I'm COLD!
Sirius: Really? You poor suffering child. Well, we're the only ones left now, and I think I'll kill you as an act of mercy.
Peter: You can't do that! Help!
Remus: We can't stop him.
James: Yeah, we're ghosts.
Sirius: Well, you're ALL ghosts now! Muahahaha!
James: And I do hope, Sirius, that you'll have lots of fun now that all your friends are gone.
Remus: I'm sure he'll manage, somehow. As long as he keeps his sense of humour.
Peter: You guys are totally creeping me out.
Sirius: Me too. I now feel strangely guilty. It WAS just a game, guys. In a real-life situation, please feel free to think of me as food.
Remus: Actually, do you mind if I don't?
James: Yes, it's much more fun thinking of you as the guilty party.
Peter: Hey! Guys! Look! The window's gone dark!
James: Ah, the old witch is asleep at last. To mischief!