Waiting for Trouble

**Remus Lupin** · Subject: Re: Waiting for Trouble Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:07 pm

Remus rolled his eyes and hurried after him. "Padfoot! Wait up you great moron!" he called.

**Sirius Black** · Number of posts: 31 Registration date: 2008-02-25

"Not a moron!" Sirius called back as he leapt out of the common room.

**Remus Lupin** · Subject: Re: Waiting for Trouble Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:10 pm

Remus sped after him. "Uh-huh!" he yelled.

**Sirius Black** · Number of posts: 31 Registration date: 2008-02-25

"Ha!" Sirius called back, "Arguing with a moron makes you a moron!"

**Remus Lupin** · Subject: Re: Waiting for Trouble Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:14 pm

Remus laughed. "So you admit it! That means I outsmarted you so I'm not a moron!"

**Sirius Black** · Number of posts: 31 Registration date: 2008-02-25

"But outsmarting someone who was actually not officially arguing makes you a moron..." Sirius trailed off.

**Remus Lupin** · Subject: Re: Waiting for Trouble Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:18 pm

Remus paused. "What?"

**Sirius Black** · Number of posts: 31 Registration date: 2008-02-25

Sirius shrugged, "Alright, you win. Just this once though!"

**Remus Lupin** · Subject: Re: Waiting for Trouble Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:30 pm

Remus grinned. "Padfoot I win every time."

**Sirius Black** · Number of posts: 31 Registration date: 2008-02-25

Sirius shook his head, "I win sometimes!"

**Remus Lupin** · Subject: Re: Waiting for Trouble Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:36 pm

Remus laughed. "Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight..."

**Sirius Black** · Number of posts: 31 Registration date: 2008-02-25

"I do!" Sirius sped off again.

**Remus Lupin** · Subject: Re: Waiting for Trouble Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:38 pm

Remus blinked. "PADFOOT!" he yelled, racing after him. "Not fair!"

**Sirius Black** · Number of posts: 31 Registration date: 2008-02-25

"I'm winning now!" Sirius laughed, not looking where he was going. He smacked into one of the Prefects...A soaking wet Prefect.

**Remus Lupin** · Subject: Re: Waiting for Trouble Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:41 pm

Remus skidded to a halt, slipped in the puddle gathering round the prefect's feet, and fell on his back. He groaned and rubbed the back of his head.