don’t think i won’t.
"NO ONE TOLD ME THERE WAS A CATERWAULING CHARM."
James Potter looks like he hasn’t slept in days. He hasn’t.
"IT’S YOUR HOUSE, JAMES."
Lily Evans’ eyes are unnaturally wide, and she’s shaking as if it’s coffee in her veins instead of blood.
"DOES ANYONE KNOW THE COUNTER CHARM?"
Remus Lupin is slumped over in an armchair, staring into space. He looks pale and unsteady. He’s about to vomit.
In the corner, Sirius Black is thrown across the couch with an arm over his eyes. He’s screeching and wailing along with the Caterwauling Charm as if it’s a karaoke track.
Peter Pettigrew is standing in the small circle of people still sane enough to yell at each other. He’s giggling incessantly, uncontrollably. He won’t be standing much longer.
Several people are slumped in chairs or on the floor. Some are sound enough of mind to glare at James Potter. This is all his fault, telling them all they can spend some of the summer at his parents’ holiday home.
Now they can’t even leave, because their parents would want to know why, since they’re all meant to be with their perfectly well-behaved friends and their parents, instead of at James and Sirius’ week-long party. Besides, they can’t leave, because eventually someone will investigate the Caterwauling Charm that none of them have been able to turn off for two, three days - or has it mean years by now? - and they’ll all be in trouble if they do leave.
There’s yelling. There’s people tearing their hair out. There’s crying and there’s sobbing. There’s even one or two people rocking on the floor.
"HAS NO ONE FOUND THE BLOODY COUNTER CHARM?"
Every book the Potters possess is strewn on the floor, after frantic hands scanned through it for a way to make it stop
James has already suffered a few blows to his head from a few more impatient house guests, and Sirius Black has lost it. Completely.