"Are you that bloody bored that you can't leave me alone for an hour? Can you just- why can't- you idiotic, trouble-making- marauders! Quit... marauding!" a very purple-splattered and cross Lily Evans thundered before gathering her paint-smeared parchment and stomping out of the library, leaving purple-smudged footsteps tracing after her and all over her left-behind copy of 'Perfect Potions- grade 2'.
Sirius carelessly flicked his wand, cleaning up after her and making the paint can vanish. He then turned to the other black-haired boy huddled in their hiding spot behind the bookshelves in the potions isle. "How do you reckon this time went, James?"
The one called James mussed his already disheveled hair and shrugged. "I'd give it six out of ten."
Remus scoffed. "She didn't even make direct eye-contact with you! I thought the scale was 'Lily Evans Paying Positive Attention to James Potter'."
A smaller boy consulted a hastily scrawled-on bit of parchment. "She didn't hex him, or any of us, Remus. Last year she would have done at least that," Peter debated. "I'd give it eight out of ten."
"She didn't even pull out her wand," Sirius pointed out. "James, I think she's getting bored of you. You might want to step up your game- positive or negatively," he suggested with a smirk.
James pulled off his classes, tapped them with his wand to clean them, and shoved them back up his long nose, eyes sparkling and a crooked grin in place. "Marauders..." he tried out. "One thing's for sure, I think we've got a nickname."