1. The Pen-Fifteen Club

"What are you two up to?" Remus asked suspiciously. Scene: James rushing out of the common room with Sirius. Sirius wrapped in a large cloak with the hood up, his face not visible, and a green and silver scarf around his neck.

"Oh nothing," said James. Remus sighed.

"I am a prefect you know."

"Really?" said Sirius in a tone of mock amazement. He grabbed the shiny badge off Remus's robes and stuck it on James. Remus made an aim to grab it and James dodged, causing Remus to fall.

"Tsk tsk," said James. "Trying to bamboozle the prefect. That has earned you a detention young man."

"Tell me what makes you seventeen years old again?" asked Remus.

"The fact that he came out of his mother's stomach seventeen years ago and nine months?" suggested Sirius.

"Ten years of no magic and six years of trying to get Evans to go out with me," said James simply.

"That's the eighth wonder of the world."

"See? I'm special 'cause I'm a wonder of the world," James said, immaturely sticking his tongue out at Sirius.

"Yeah. . . people have to wonder 'bout this one," Sirius said in a mock tone of concern, patting James on the shoulder.

"Yep. I'm a wonder, nobody can figure me out. I'm just special like that."

"People wondering about ya doesn't make you special-"

"Well you see, I'm a WONDER OF THE WORLD, so ha."

"You're only number eight."

"You're not even on the list-"

"Only because I'm not a weirdo-"

"Nor am I-"

"Special is a synonym of weird."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too TIMES INFINITY. I win," finished Sirius.

"Don't make me bring out a dictionary, Pad," said James, determined to prove his point.

"Go ahead, it'll only prove you are a moron."

"NO, it will only prove you are a stubborn prat!" said the red-faced James.

"I'll betcha 'prat' is a synonym for 'Prongs.'"

"Betcha Padfoot's definition is 'Noun. Arrogant git who takes matters too seriously." A smirk spread across James's face. By this time Peter was watching with Remus.

"Don't you poke fun at my name, Prongsey," Sirius growled.

"I'm terribly sorry, please don't take me seriously."

"I'm warning you, little Jimmy, one more crack at my name-"

"Ah, horribly sorry that I am not taking your threats into any matter of seriousness." Sirius leapt. Right on James. The two collided onto the floor.

"Accio popcorn," yawned Remus, catching a bowl of popcorn and sitting down on the couch, Peter grabbing at it.

James and Sirius continued their matchdown on the floor. Then, Lily Evans came in.

"OY!" she shouted at the two. "You're acting like small children!"

"Naw-" started James but Sirius cut him off.

"Yeah, what Prongs said. Show me a child that can punch as good as I can and I'll show you my mum hugging me," finished Sirius. Lily decided to ignore that comment. Instead, she turned to Remus.

"Do you even remember you are a prefect?"

"Yes, but it's not worth trying to give them a detention," replied Remus.

"Right you are, Moony, nobody locks up me n' Jimmy-boy," Sirius said, wrapping his arm around James's shoulder. Lily raised an eyebrow at James, as if expecting something.

"Right, well, we ouht ot take care of some business now, tootles," said James, and him and Sirius made an. . . interesting exit by linking arms and skipping, and then James skipped so high he hit his head against the portrait frame and toppled out the door, to leave the common room in silen snickering.

"Dramatic exit," commented Remus.

"Mhm," agreed Lily. Peter stared, confused.

"What does 'dramatic' mean?"

Sirius put his hood back up and handed James a blank parchment, and then James brought out his wand.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." The map soon had visible ink, little dots pacing around the castle.

"There's Sniv," James pointed out the black dot labled 'Severus Snape' which was moving slowly indeed. Sirius darted down the halls until he came to the spot. A genius plan indeed. Snape would never recognize hi,

"Hello, Sir Snap," Sirius said in a deep voice.

"It's. . . Snape. ." said Snape, staring at Sirius, confused. "Who are you?"

"Never mind that. I would like you to join my club."

"Me? Why, what club is it?"

"It's called the Pen-Fifteen Club. We have no point but sitting around chatting about the filthy mudbloods and how to torture the non-pures."

"THAT SOUNDS GREAT!" said Snape excitedly.

"Okay, allow me to see your hand."

"My hand? Erm, okay." Snape put out his hand, and Sirius took it, and with a thick-ink quill he wrote 'PEN15' on it. "First meeting is tonight at eight in the Forbidden Forest. See you then!" And Sirius ran off, trying not to laugh.

That day Snape got a detention for inappropriate writing. (Hence the 'PEN15.') Plus, loads of people stared at his hand, then snickered uncontrollably. That night at eight, Snape got lost in the forest. Also, he couldn't seem to remove the writing from his hand.