“Why’re you doing this to me?”
That was his solemn reply when he learned of James’ head boy status. It’d been bad enough when Remus had been appointed to a prefect position. Granted, the privileges and power it gave him had come in handy now and then, but more often than not it just wasted precious planning time. Think of how many more pranks the four of them could have done over the years had Remus never been made a prefect! And now this?! Of all things. How were they ever supposed to make time to do anything worthwhile now? If they didn’t pull off the mother of all pranks during their final year, Sirius didn’t know how he’d possibly be able to go forward in life….
“What’d I do to deserve this?” He asked, imploringly.
“It’s not as though I submitted an application.”
He is, perhaps, a little mean with his response, but, as annoyance is his dominant emotion right now, James figured Sirius could just deal with it today. He was having his own emotions about this, unable to figure out if he even wanted the job, but of course Sirius had made it all about him. It’s a wonder he hadn’t expected this, as his best mate, aka the person who knew Sirius best in the world. But as the person who knew James best in the world, James thought he ought to know he wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. After a longer pause, he finally spoke.
“Dumbledore’s cleary off his rocker. Appointing me Head Boy--” James laughed, as though it were a genuinely hilarious joke. “He’d be better off with the Giant Squid. I could make sure we were never caught in another prank; I could give our house points left and right for obscenely small things; I could take points from everyone else; I could schedule the Prefects’ patrols over their Quidditch practices, I could...” But James’ stream of the various abuses of his power ran out. “Off his rocker.” He repeated, a bit delusionally. “He’s gone mad.”
