A/N: Long time no update, huh? I believe I can relate better to these drabbles than I can to my other stuff, so that'll help me write more efficiently for you all. Before reading this please note that these drabbles will take place at different times during the marauders' lives, and they aren't what really happened to them. Mostly. Just quick ideas from little old me.

Dedicated to pinkcatheaven for letting me use her drabbles format. If you like PJO check out her Percabeth Drabbles; they're certainly adorable!

Disclaimer: I own a stained sofa, not Harry Potter.

Shoes

"Hey, Lily," Sirius said as he teetered into the Gryffindor common room.

"Hi, Sirius," Lily said, briefly looking up from Hogwarts, A History. But what she had seen had caused her to do a double take.

"Are those my new shoes?" she shrieked, eyes widening.

"Yes," replied Sirius, looking down at the shiny red pumps. "And they look really great on me, if I do say so myself. Could I borrow them sometime?"

Cat

Peter slowly backed away from it, trying to remain silent and attempting to appear undaunted.

This is silly, he thought. He shouldn't be afraid! He was smarter than it, and faster, too. And he could always use a little magic if need be.

But it was so… black! And stealthy! And… oh, who was he kidding? Peter was terrified.

"Good kitty," he said. "Nice kitty. I'm just going to leave you alone now."

The cat stared up at him with yellow eyes. "That's right. I'm a human. I nasty, bitter human. I don't taste very good. It's not like I'm a," he gulped, "rat, or anything."

Peter inched down the corridor, trembling with each step. "Good kitty. You go and find yourself a nice little bowl of milk while I just RUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!"

Purple

Remus walked into his kitchen, finding that Sirius had spent the night.

"Hey, Padfoot," Remus said, fixing himself a bowl of cereal. He put back the milk and grabbed a spoon out of the drawer.

"Hey, Moony. There's some coffee left in the pot," his friend replied, "and the Daily Prophet just arrived. Dumbledore's on the cover." He walked out of room. "By the way? Nice hair."

Remus looked at himself using the back of his spoon. A purple haired version of him stared back.

"Sirius? I really hate you sometimes."

Sugar Quill

James Potter did not care about muggles. And he certainly didn't want to be studying their monetary habits. Thankfully, he had a new sugar quill that he had bought at Honeydukes to make his least favorite class more bearable.

When he was sure that his teacher wasn't looking his direction, he stuck the top of the quill into his mouth.

It wasn't long before he spit it out, realizing that he had brought the wrong quill, and this one definitely wasn't made out of sugar.

Divination

The bug-eyed Professor Trelawney leaned over Lily's crystal ball, staring deeply into it, occasionally waving her hands over the top of it.

"Ahhhhh, my dear," she said dreamily. "I predict much for you."

Lily snorted. She had never viewed Trelawney as an actual seer. "Okay, Professor. Tell me what the future holds," she said, stifling a giggle.

Trelawney, oblivious to Lily's interested pretext, continued staring into the glass orb. "I see you in the arms of a black-haired man, holding a baby. You will soon trust a friend who will betray you. Ah, more is coming into focus. A young girl- your sister, perhaps?- will be marrying a rather large man, and an odd girl named Lady Gaga will take America by storm."

Lily glanced up skeptically. "Okay, thank you, Professor." She got up and walked out of the classroom.

What were the chances of any of that ever actually happening?

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