Hey, I know I have been MIA, but school has been busy I'm on two weeks hols, if you really want to know, I passed all but Math's, and that was based on one test and we had a crappy teacher, so anyway, I'm tired so I don't want to add a new chapter to the other stories, because it might be lame, so this is a little Easter egg : ) yes I know cheesy and it may turn longer, it's the whole best friend thing cause, there are cute.

I do not own anything J. does or the list, who ever owns that.

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FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.

BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

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Books, socks and used tissues, flew across the room, landing in heaps upon the floor and in the bathroom. A frantic James rushed through the dorm like a hurricane, tearing the room apart. His mumbles becoming more frantic and obscure as each article from his trunk thudded on the floor. The creaking door did nothing to stop his searching and neither did the coughing of one of his best mates.

"You've lost a lot of things."

"Remus I need your help, have you seen any of them."

A quidditch book fell upon his head, stopping the hurricane in his destruction.

"Where did that…"

"You let me bury it yesterday remember, oh and your diary is under the sink and your Christmas jumper is under that floorboard."

Wind rushed past Remus, as James tore around the room grabbing the items, tutting at his best friend, wondering why every year he had to search for his things the night before leaving.

"Remus have you seen my wand."

"Didn't you give it to Sirius."

The door creaked open in that instant to reveal an anxious marauder.

"Ohh.."

Sirius mumbled scratching the back of his neck, watching his advancing roommate.

"You lost my wand."

"No, I just, kept it in a secret place so no one could steal it."

"Let me guess you did a great job" Remus called as he threw James's socks out the sink.

James could hardly be heard but his reddening face and the steam coming out of his hears, caused Sirius to hastily pull at the door. Thuds and screeches resonate to the common rooms, yanks of raven black hair where tugged at and glasses snapped.

A panting breath rushed up the stair, a winded, wobbling Peter gasped, watching the brawling friends, glancing to Remus trying to form words in his lagging brain.

"Sirius, lost James wand, ooh sorry, forget where he kept it safe." The last muttered in sarcasm.

A large 'o' was the form of Peter's mouth, his sweating hands pulled at his trousers pockets, slipping with the exertion.

"James," Peter's nervous voice squeaked from the door, "I forget to give you your wand Sirius told me to, when he met up with one his 'angels'."

A lumbering James pushed of the floor, thanking Peter, profusely and fixing his glasses.

"Sirius let's go find Evans."

Peter stared after them, not a second ago they where punching each other, now they had their arms around each other.

"They are both crazy Pete."

Remus's calming voice breaking the now deafening silence as he returned from fishing James robes from out of the shower.

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That is probably lame, but I felt I owed it to you. Sorry for the unoriginal idea.