  Mia 2007-10-01 . chapter 1 Hilarious. I absolutely LUURRVVED it! I could hardly get through it because of falling off my chair in fits of laughter. Which, I'll admit, was probably not the best way to spend my computer lab time. But I luvs me those pancakes. Not to mention every one of your other stories. I could read your stuff all day long. It makes me happy. You brightened my day considerably, and I needed it. So thanks.
And if you should feel like it, I really wouldn't mind getting updated if you write something else. I'm new to fanfic, and I don't know how to do it.
~Mia |
  An-Jelly-Ca 2007-08-16 . chapter 1“Yes, Sirius?” Remus would say from between gritted teeth; it was not fair that Sirius’ eyes could get so large and in need of love when ever he wanted Remus’ attention.
“I have no pancakes.” Sirius would say slowly, in a voice that threatened to spill over in tears.
Well, Remus should've expected that, I *mean* Sirus is a dog animagus, and therefore has absoluetly perfected puppy dog eyes. LOL.
“I’m very sorry to hear that.”
Sirius’s blue eyes turning an angry, dark color. “No, Remus, listen. I don’t have any pancakes!”
I can totally imagine this entire scene.
“Yes, I truly do understand, but you see my dear, intelligence challenged puppy, I don’t give a damn.” The werewolf would promptly lay back down, squeeze his eyes closed, and pray that Sirius would shut the hell up.
I adored, loved, liked, and was completly enraptured with that line, it was so funny. lol. And so Remus.
“Remus!” The wail was impossible to ignore, so Remus would sit back up with a defeated sigh and glare at the boy in front of him. “REMUS, I HAVE NO PANCAKES!”
“That is NO reason to act like a four year old!”
“EVERY REASON IS A REASON TO ACT LIKE A FOUR YEAR OLD!” Sirius would bellow.
I loved that line! *squee* Which makes me think of four year old Sirius *eyes get big* he was probably a terror. lol. (but then his family was evil...so they probably didn't pay attention to him...)
On and on it went. James would return back from his date or his bath, and Peter would crawl back, and all through the meals Sirius would sob that he needed pancakes, not ham, not dumplings, not sweat and sour teriyaki chicken, but pancakes! Everyone else at Gryffindor table would stare in awe at the sight of Peter cringing, James pretending he was in Brazil, Sirius howling, and Remus hitting him with a fork to shut him up.
I loved the whole James imaging that he was in Brazil, and I adore Sirius' going on and on about pancakes.
Finally it was evening, and Remus was ready to snap. Sirius would not shut his filthy little mouth about his filthy little pancakes and Remus would be at his breaking point. He would grab Sirius by the arm and drag him roughly out of Gryffindor tower, down the corridors, to the picture of the fruit. Tickling the pear even though his other hand still held Sirius in a death grip, Remus would storm in and glare furiously at the house elves.
“HE. NEEDS. PANCAKES.”
Fianlly, he cracks. Hahaha. This reminds me of when I spend the whole morning telling my friends about how I need coffee...lol.
And the next morning, rumors would circulate about what a temper for pancakes that Remus Lupin had, dragging poor Sirius out of bed to satisfy his own desires. Remus would handle these by glaring furiously at Sirius all through breakfast. But the day would pass exactly as the day before had, and Monday morning would come.
Sirius would sit at the breakfast table and with a disgusted wave of his hand proclaim “Ew! Pancakes!”
And more rumors would spread, about that wild Remus Lupin, who snapped at breakfast and chased Sirius all over the Great Hall, and all poor Sirius wanted was some eggs.
Poor Sirius. hahaha. Well, I can't help but take his side he *is* my favorite character after all, although Prongs and Moong are both close seconds. Anyway, as you can tell I am absoluetly positivly enamored with the story. Nice work! |
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