One warm Saturday in September in my first year, my brother James and his friends approached me in the Great Hall while I was eating his friends at his heels. "What do you want?"
"You. We want to pull pranks and we need your evil genius. I still can't figure out how you got John more and more sticky after three showers." John was one of our older brothers. He was thirteen.
I smirked at the memory. "Candy in the shower head. I'll join. Got a name for the group?"
"The Marauders." Sirius answered.
"Just us four then?"
"Yes." Remus answered.
"What do you got?" James asked.
I smirked evilly. "Mayo in cookies."