it's a party and no one's joining in {Albus}

[James Potter]

Homework. It was the bane of James Potter's existence and the very reason he so loathed learning. Still, he hardly wanted his record marred with a detention from not completing homework. No, his detentions had to remain strictly related to the most offensive rule breaking he could manage. Oh how he wished he could find a dragon and live up to his father's perhaps worst crime committed against the school. But no, he didn't have access to a dragon or any other similarly dangerous animal and, what was more, he'd probably be expelled if he was caught with one. He was a troublemaker and already on a thin line that was probably only getting thinner with each passing day. He sighed and stared blankly at the piece of parchment upon which he was supposed to be writing about the position of Mars in relation to... bloody Venus or some other useless information as that. Curse the stupid subject, how he loathed Astronomy. It was his most loathed of all loathes.

James picked his wand off the table and tapped the parchment fixing up one of his spelling errors before pointing his wand at another piece of paper and saying a spell which would permit him to make it into a paper airplane. He made a couple more each design becoming a little better each time. It was late and the common room most definitely was not packed so, naturally, what did James Potter decide to do? Throw a one man party by sending the planes shooting around the Common Room at high speed each one racing another. By a few minutes there were at least thirty planes littering the common room with James having a glorious old time. Unfortunately, he didn't think the first years were too pleased looking at him in terror and then running for their dear lives.
"They'll be back." He said slyly as he watched them dart up the stairs to their dorm.

He had only now to find some food and firecrackers. Unfortunately for him his fireworks had been confiscated by an annoying teacher who went by the name of... Actually, he was certain all of them had confiscated his fireworks off him at one point in his schooling so he couldn't place the blame on just one. He could have sworn that when he entered the school after the holidays or a Hogsmede trip they practically strip searched him...

[Albus Potter]

ooc: sorry about the suckiness...

It was late, but the last thing Albus wanted to do was to go to sleep. Strange as it sound, he didn’t even feel sleepy, one of those rare occasions that happened without any reason at all. All that Albus ever knew was the fact he couldn’t fall asleep. So, after tossing and turning in his bed for about half an hour, he decided that he had just about enough and scramble out of bed. However, Albus didn’t leave the room immediately; he ended up sitting at the edge of the bed for another good five minutes before getting up and finally taking the stairs down to the common hoping that he would run into someone that he could have a civilized conversation with. Though...

Albus was just on his way down, taking his time and not expecting to run into anything but... He didn’t even realize it nor even had the time to duck when a paper plane came in contact with his forehead. “Ouch!” Albus whined, rubbing his forehead slowly. He didn’t even have to guess who the culprit was. “James...” He mumbled as he saw the sight of his older brother looking. It was just Albus’ luck to run into James in the common room. Alas, there was nothing he could do; they were in the same house. Annoyed, Albus felt like he wanted to turn back and return to his dorm, however, realizing that there was little he could do there, he stopped himself and turned to face James.

“Aren’t you a little too old to play with paper planes?” Albus said boringly, starting at his immature older brother. James hadn’t changed at all, from the time he was scaring Albus on the platform about which house he was going to be sorted into, four years, James was still James.

[James Potter]

"ALBUS!" James exclaimed, skipping across the room and tables to reach his brother.
"So sorry, I didn't mean to hit you!"
Despite his assurances that he hadn't meant to harm his brother the planes still soared through the air flapping around the room although this time a little higher than before so they would not hit his little brother again. He grinned maniacally and twirled around running back to the table and standing up on it.

"Albus, my dear boy, you get your whole life to be an adult and only about seventeen years to be a child if even that! So I'm making the most of it while I still can!" He replied.
When it came down to it he didn't mind what his brother called him. Stupid, immature, childish, an idiot, Merlin's underpants or saggy buttcheeks, either way it was Albus who had to live with him. James only had to live as himself.

"Come on Albie! It's just a little bit of fun throwing planes around the room," He grabbed a premade plane and rushed back over to Albus, "Besides, the first years have run away now so it's all good, we could even take them down into the corridors! Wouldn't that be simply great!?"
He held the plane out to his brother with a hopeful expression on his face. He was being annoying but all James saw was his little brother and paper airplanes nothing more. Additionally, he probably wouldn't have even noticed if he was being annoying as a mosquito on a winter's day he would still act like himself not even really noticing the eye rolls and derisive snorts he received from various family members. In all things, he was honest. It just took others a while to realise it.

[Albus Potter]

Albus could smell the trouble that was brewing. When it came to James, nothing of which he had suggested in the past had ever been good for Albus and he was certainly not being dramatic over it. Not sir, not at all. James was the reason of everything if anything at all ever goes south in Albus’ life even though Albus knew blaming someone else for everything that goes wrong in his life was a sad thing to do. Oh great, Albus thought as he heard James exclaimed and skipped across the room towards him. There was no way James would leave him alone, not ever. “Sure you didn’t,” Albus said dryly. Of course, James never meant to do any harm to Albus and the maniacal laugh simply confirms that James had only good intentions. Not even a creature would ever believe that and when Albus said ‘no’, he meant it. Anyone who knew James, they knew better than to stick around or risk losing a limb in the process. Well, maybe just ended up laying in the Hospital Wing for three days or a month maximum.

As sad as it was to admit, Albus couldn’t help but agree with James on those rare occasions that his older brother was right. It was true that he had his whole life ahead of him to be an adult. However, Albus still disagree with it came to acting so immaturely, they were no longer five or six year olds. They are in their early teens. Groaning with annoyance, Albus took a step back, he wondered which one of them that weren’t acting their age. Actually no, Albus knew that neither of them was acting their age. He was a fourteen year old going on forty and James was a fifteen year old going on five. It was just great to see that dynamic, alright, maybe not. Despite the fact that Albus was indeed tired of acting older than he actually was, he can’t help but to continue. Someone in the family had to think straight and not get into trouble. Plus, unlike James, Albus happened to be very concerned about receiving a Howler from their mother.

“No thanks,” Albus answered a little too quickly for his own good when James suggested that they could take the game out to the corridor. No way, there was no way in heaven or hell or any galaxy he would ever do it. Not when he had vowed that he would never ever take James seriously ever again. “Not a big fan of detention,” He added.