Author's Note:
Experimenting with writing using only dialogue. =) Takes place probably around sixth year.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter or the Marauders, would I be on fanfiction? Probably, but that's not the point. Don't own anything...
"Jeez, Pad, you're on my foot"
"You're immagining it."
"Then why's it going numb?"
"Ah, shit. Sorry Wormy. Got... distracted.
"Accepted."
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Stop gawking at Alice, she's taken!"
"All the hot girls are."
"Except Evans, but-"
"but dear old Prongsie would kill me if I hit on her. What is he, anyways?"
"Spying on Evans from behind the shelf over there."
"Reckon we should visit?"
"Nah, Madam Pince is over there."
"I can't believe she banned us from the library."
"I told you it wasn't a good idea to start a water balloon fight in a room full of paper, Padfoot."
"She didn't ban Moony!"
"She dotes on the poor boy. Look at him over there, studying away..."
"I can't see the joy in writing essays. We ought to have a chat with him tonight."
"That we should. Oooh, Evans spotted Prongs. Say... what's she doing with that book?"
"Oh, that's got to hurt."
"I THOUGHT I BANNED YOU HOOLIGANS FROM THIS LIBRARY!"
"..."
"DON'T BOTHER TRYING TO RUN AWAY!"