Going on like this

[nonmetus]

Who: Marauders, Severus and perhaps Harry and Luna
When: Sunday morning
Where: Suite 29
Summary: Best friends show their love in a whole new way.
Rating: PG-13 or R
Warnings: Violence

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[sevenyrsworldly]

Harry peers out of his own room at the racket everyone is making and while he can't see anything through the walls across the common room he does grumpily raise his voice.

"I thought you guys were going to stop with the late night races?"

[nonmetus]

"Not s'much the races, mate," James has already retreated to the couch, clutching at a pillow.

[sevenyrsworldly]

Harry turns to look at the couch, closing his door behind him as he stepped into the common room of the suite. "Then what is going on?" It woke him out of a dead sleep, not dreaming for once.

[nonmetus]

"Not sure," he sighs, dropping his head to the back rest of the couch. "Looks like the test makes up enjoy hurting each other. Peachy, innit?"

[sevenyrsworldly]

Well, he was going to go sit next to James but at that news he keeps to his feet near his door. "Just anyone or is there some kind of trigger to it...?"

[nonmetus]

"I've got no clue," he says, closing his eyes. "I only know, I really bloody well wanted to hurt every single one of them in there."

[sevenyrsworldly]

Now that you mention it, he has that odd little tickle in the back of his head saying to do the same thing. It's not very loud and reminds him almost of when Voldemort was near and his scar would hurt. "So what's everyone going to do, then? Stay away from each other?"

[nonmetus]

"I suppose. But there are four of us in there, it might be a bit difficult," the urge to hurt even Harry is growing. It's not as bad as before, with Sirius and Remus, but it was still there.

God. He looks like Jared Padalecki in that icon. Just a little. /blames the chin

[sevenyrsworldly]

"I don't mind offering to share my room with Snape, not like we're real fond of each other..." And for now, he's oblivious to it, though he's fighting his own urge.

/had to google who that was But yeah he does!

[nonmetus]

"That won't really solve the problem. I might spend the week as P-- probably in the biodome, I think," he has to cut himself off, completely glossing over the fact that he almost slipped up.

I love his dimples, they're so cute~

[sevenyrsworldly]

"Prongs?" Harry grins a little, "I already know about the animagus stuff, dad. Padfoot visited me at school in Hogsmeade this year."

:3

[nonmetus]

"Oh, right," it's still off putting to be called 'dad', but he's getting a little bit used to it. "Well, I'm hoping it'll be easier, though if I get the urge... those horns might be a bit more dangerous than a wand."

[sevenyrsworldly]

It is, but sometimes it slips Harry's mind that his dad is still only a few years older than he is. But he's only really called James that when he spoke of him at home. "We could always cut them off before then. Or one of the others could blunt them with a spell."

[nonmetus]

"You're not cutting my bloody antlers off!" James looks up at him, half jumping off the couch. The urge to hit him is rising. Usually he would laugh right now, but it just feels so wrong. "I'll... have to find somewhere else to go. I-- don't want to hurt anyone else."

[sevenyrsworldly]

"Or blunt them!" You know. To make them bounce off people. So it wouldn't hurt. He's just trying to think of ideas to help out. But Harry hesitates a little, "We can still figure something out, dad."

[nonmetus]

"Yeah. yeah we will. There's no way I can stay here. How about it, will you hex me if I hand you my wand?" James looks up at him, a silent question there. Testing, rather.