#animagi
*during some break at Hogwarts picnicking outside*
Percy: What do you think would be my animagus?
Penny: Something that represents you. Something that reflects your personality traits.
Percy:Yeah.
Penny: Also something with your signature red hair.
Percy:Mhm.
Penny: A woodpecker.
Percy: A woodpecker???
Penny:Yeah.
Percy:oh.
*Oliver joining them*
Oliver:Hello
Percy:Oh.
Penny:Exactly.
Percy:OH!
Oliver: What’s going on?
He couldn’t deny being a bit disappointed.
“I don’t see where you have any right to complain,” James said. He glanced over his shoulder and lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper. “Think about Peter.”
Sirius waved it off. “I just expected something with…more panache, you know? A panther. Maybe a falcon. Not a great bloody dog. There’s not much flair to that, is there?”
“I s’pose.” James twirled his quill between his fingers, looking off to the side, like he always did when he was lying. Sirius frowned and kicked James’ ankle. “Ow, c’mon, Black, I’m gonna need this leg later.”
“What do you mean, you suppose? Are you saying I seem like a loyal lap dog to you?”
“It’s not like you turned into a Pekingese.” James rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying…big, dark and shaggy? A little dangerous, but playful too? It doesn’t exactly notsound like you, does it?”
Sirius was quiet for a moment before his face split into a grin. “You think I’m dangerous yet playful, eh, Potter?”
“Merlin.” James buried his face in his hands. “I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?”