Author: Mosh
Fandom: Harry Potter

Title: The Funny Side
Pairing: James/Sirius
Rating: G
Summary: In which Sirius is hexed.
Disclaimer: These boys belong to J.K Rowling. No money being made, no copyright or trademark infringement intended.
A/N: For the fanfic100 prompt 'Orange'. With thanks to DF for the beta. 500 words. :)

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Almost the second Sirius walked into the dorm room James started to laugh.

“Shut up,” growled Sirius. “Don’t say a fucking word.” He stalked over to open his wardrobe door, staring into the mirror on the back with a wince. Reaching up, he dragged his hand through his hair and let out a violent curse.

James laughed harder, his reddening face appearing in the reflection over Sirius’s shoulder. “Oh man, I hate the bastard but I have to hand it to him - that is pretty original.”

“I’ll kill him,” said Sirius, glaring at his reflection and tugging on the bright orange strands. He must have used too much force - a few hairs came out in his fingers when he pulled them away. “He’s dead meat.”

James, having got himself under some semblance of control, cleared his throat awkwardly. Yes, it was hell of a funny to see Sirius like this. In fact, it was the kind of joke James might’ve pulled under the right circumstances. However, having one’s hair dyed a ridiculous shade of the spectrum by one’s best friend was a whole different affair than having one’s enemy do it.

“Leave Snivellus to me,” he offered. It certainly wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to a man, but then, it was Sirius, who prided himself on his appearance.

Sirius took out his wand and pointed it at his head, but before he could open his mouth James grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Wait, do you even know what you’re doing?”

“No. But I’ll be bollocksed if I’m going back downstairs looking like this.”

“Hang on a sec. You don’t want to make it worse.”

“Oh, and what do you suggest I do about it?” Needlessly, Sirius indicated to his head. The lightness of the orange colour made him look washed out. Or maybe that was the pure rage in his expression.

With effort, James managed not to laugh again. He didn’t fancy a punch in the face or a hex in the stomach at such close range.

He was pretty sure Sirius would eventually find the funny side.

In about a year.

Probably.

“I’ll nip down to the library and see what I can find. You hang on here.”

“Be as quick as you can. I have a snake to track down and destroy, and it can’t wait. Not this time.”

“Sure thing, man,” said James as he reached the door. He turned back. Sirius was once again glaring into the mirror, his mouth pursed. “But look at it this way, if I can’t find anything, at least we’d never lose you in the dark.”

“PRONGS! YOU UTTER FUC-”

James closed the door and raced down the stairs.

Sure, there was a time and a place for joking, but he’d never been one to adhere to the rules of tact, especially when it came to Sirius.

~Fin~