James groaned as his alarm clock began screeching, "Wake up, you lousy excuse for a wizard! You've got things to do!"
"All right, all right, shut up, box," James muttered as he smacked the alarm clock hard enough to make it yelp. Eyes bleary, he walked down the hall into his kitchen area, and turned the coffee pot on, before slumping in a chair. He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, the coffee pot was hissing and bubbling as coffee boiled over and hit the burner. James sighed, taking the pot off the burner, and pouring himself a cup. He muttered a charm under his breath, and the cream and sugar began to mix themselves into his coffee on their own.
"Mmmrrrraaaahhhh," James said, as he stretched, before grabbing his cup of coffee. He walked into his bedroom again as he sipped it. "I've told that coffee pot a dozen times how I like my coffee. Maybe if I threaten to replace it…."
James sighed as he pulled on his robes and grabbed his wand. At the sound of tsking, James turned angrily to his mirror. "What?"
"You look hideous this morning," it replied smugly. James brandished his wand toward it, and the mirror shut up. James nodded slowly, and left his flat, walking across the street to the studio.
"I should have stayed in bed," he muttered, as he stepped into a puddle and water soaked clear through to his sock. He sighed as he waved his wand over the door, causing it to open. Afterward, he took the passage down the halls from memory, until he reached the door he wanted. He opened it slowly, and snuck in, just in time to hear a voice cry out,
"Crockford you blasted idiot! You've jinxed Harry Potter!" and some woman begin to cry very melodramatically. Harry was on the floor, next to some man James didn't know, spitting out slugs.
"UGH!" he yelled. "How can you stand that?"
"Who are you?" the man next to Harry asked.
"James. And you?" James sneered.
"Sirius Black."
"How is that possible? You're dead." James replied, glancing at Harry as he stood up and began to speak.
"Not today he isn't. This is Tuesday, James. We're filming ‘Between a Rock and a Hard Place' today. You don't have to come in till tomorrow."
"What did you say?" James demanded, flustered.
"Tomorrow, mate. That's when we start filming the next scene."
James said nothing, his face red with embarrassment, and then annoyance. He walked out the door without another word.
"I'm going to kill that bloody alarm clock," he muttered aloud, as he walked back toward his flat, "Right after I get some more sleep."