Passing Notes… No Jamesly… Wait…
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of J. K. Rowling's works… L
A/N: I promised you a sequel, my little minions, and here it is… Passing Notes… No Jamesly… Wait… will hopefully be twice as funny and twice as exciting for you as Passing Notes… No Siriusly was. Enjoy, read, and review!
In the Auror Headquarters
James: Welcome back to work, skipper! Where have you been?
Sirius: I was down with the flu, James; you knew that…
James: No, really, why'd you skip work?
Sirius: I had the flu! In-flu-en-za, the flu. Not to mention that stomach virus that Andromeda had last month. I must've gotten it when I visited her.
James: The flu… The flu kept the oh-so-great-king-and-master-of-disguise Sirius Black from work?
Sirius: Yeah, and what's with the master-of-disguise bit?
James: Just the memory of you chasing down that Death Eater a few months ago.
Sirius: Yeah, what about it?
James: You were wearing a tree costume in the middle of Venice…
Sirius: They have trees in Italy!
James: In the middle of Venice? I think not, my friend…
Sirius: Well, not in the middle of Venice…. But I caught him later!
James: Whatever, have you talked to Remus?
Sirius: Oh, of course; I had lovely conversations with people who live on the other side of London between barfing and having chills. After that I went to a theme park and ate fish and chips.
James: I don't appreciate your sarcasm. And you're allergic to those fish… Anyway, he's got a job counting eggs for this Muggle farmer.
Sirius: Awesome! I'd steal a few… and a chicken or two… Mmm…
James: And then you'd lose your job. Anyway, he's really pleased with it. He's also studying to be a teacher… He's doing student teacher lessons at Hogwarts on the weekends.
Sirius: My last statement rhymed.
"We should break into song," he chimed.
James: No, I really don't think so;
This poem you've made has got no flow.
Sirius: Let's not get cranky or they'll make a chart of seating.
We'll see Remus at the next Order meeting.
James: Stop rhyming now, keeper of the flu
Or I'll beat you in the head with my dirty shoe!
Sirius: Oh… well, that's not funny… What does his job pay?
James: Minimum wage… sad isn't it?
Sirius: (gasp) here comes the Head of Department! Act like you're working!
A/N: Like it? I hope you do. It took several revisions because I had been away from the story for so long… Please review!
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of J. K. Rowling's works… L
A/N: I promised you a sequel, my little minions, and here it is… Passing Notes… No Jamesly… Wait… will hopefully be twice as funny and twice as exciting for you as Passing Notes… No Siriusly was. Enjoy, read, and review!
In the Auror Headquarters
James: Welcome back to work, skipper! Where have you been?
Sirius: I was down with the flu, James; you knew that…
James: No, really, why'd you skip work?
Sirius: I had the flu! In-flu-en-za, the flu. Not to mention that stomach virus that Andromeda had last month. I must've gotten it when I visited her.
James: The flu… The flu kept the oh-so-great-king-and-master-of-disguise Sirius Black from work?
Sirius: Yeah, and what's with the master-of-disguise bit?
James: Just the memory of you chasing down that Death Eater a few months ago.
Sirius: Yeah, what about it?
James: You were wearing a tree costume in the middle of Venice…
Sirius: They have trees in Italy!
James: In the middle of Venice? I think not, my friend…
Sirius: Well, not in the middle of Venice…. But I caught him later!
James: Whatever, have you talked to Remus?
Sirius: Oh, of course; I had lovely conversations with people who live on the other side of London between barfing and having chills. After that I went to a theme park and ate fish and chips.
James: I don't appreciate your sarcasm. And you're allergic to those fish… Anyway, he's got a job counting eggs for this Muggle farmer.
Sirius: Awesome! I'd steal a few… and a chicken or two… Mmm…
James: And then you'd lose your job. Anyway, he's really pleased with it. He's also studying to be a teacher… He's doing student teacher lessons at Hogwarts on the weekends.
Sirius: My last statement rhymed.
"We should break into song," he chimed.
James: No, I really don't think so;
This poem you've made has got no flow.
Sirius: Let's not get cranky or they'll make a chart of seating.
We'll see Remus at the next Order meeting.
James: Stop rhyming now, keeper of the flu
Or I'll beat you in the head with my dirty shoe!
Sirius: Oh… well, that's not funny… What does his job pay?
James: Minimum wage… sad isn't it?
Sirius: (gasp) here comes the Head of Department! Act like you're working!
A/N: Like it? I hope you do. It took several revisions because I had been away from the story for so long… Please review!