Author's Note: Yups, a new story! Now some of you are probably thinking, "Why don't you hurry up and write new CHAPTER? Why? Well...because it's really hard for me to maintain a story, that's why I have a bunch of funny, yet short stories. Makes things a lot easier. And after a while, things just get boring if it's on one subject. But this might be good, I repeat...MIGHT
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Masculine Marauders No More
"I didn't mean too professor, it was an accident!" Sirus Black pleaded to a very angry Professor Holles, who ran the Muggle Studies class.
"Mr. Black, the word 'accident' is not in your vocabulary." Holles crossed her arms and stared back at the Marauders, looking overeach onelooking for an appology of some sort. She didn't get one."Miss. Jones isvery distressed and upset, and you seem to show no concern what-so-ever for her health or her mental state. Of course, that was evident when you decided that the idea of 'pantsing' her was a good one."
Sirius grinned sheepishly. James gave a thumbs up. Remus sat there, once again, the victim of just being in Sirius's area. Peter probably didn't even know there was a problem, which is why he spoke. Not a good idea on his part, for of course, he had no idea what the next sentence could cost him and the others.
"What's the big deal?" he asked as if it was obvious. "She's obviously over-reacting like a girls do."
Holles got up in Peter's face. "Over-reacting? You might be able to say that, if you hadn't then pulled her shirt off!" Sirius and James snorted. When they told Peter about the idea, he seemed eager about it. When they snuck up and pantsed Josie, he followed and pulled off her shirt. In the confusion that would follow, Peter would delcare that there was such a thing as 'shirtsings' and that he was so far, the best. Sirius would than decide that the act had been a good one and would put her shirt up a tree and later plead that he was just trying to make the tree feel comfortable and fit in.
"I personally think Peter's right. Besides, it wasn't as if the girl was thinking anything." said James. "Everybody knows that girls don't think."
He shouldn't have said that.
"You shouldn't have said that," whispered Remus. Holles swelled up, for she was a woman and did think, in fact,she thoughta most devious thought.
"Indeed, you shouldn't have." said Holles, who was red in the face. "You boys obviously have no respect for females at all! I'm putting you in a new program that the Headmaster has been discussing about for quite sometime now..." she trailed off as she pulled out papers.
"A program? Like an all boys club?" asked Peter. James snickered.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Wormys?" he said.
"Well...yeah."
"EW! Peter! I'd watch out Remus!" Sirius teased. "His bed is right next to yours!"
"I didn't mean it like that!" Peter protested.
"We're gonna have to hold him back in the showers, otherwise he-"
"SILENCE!" yelled Holles. The teenagers quit talking. and stared at the professor, who was now handing out a schedule.
"SAC?" asked James as he looked over his peice of paper.
"Sex Apprciation Class." explained Holles who started going into a detailed account of it's values.
"Sex Appriciation Class?" whispered Sirius to James. "Now that I could do!"
"AHEM!" Holles cleared her throat. "That is exactly the kind of remark that got you into this mess. For the next month,three days a week for two hours you will meet in a group of other boys exactly like you. Some very talented women will than teach how to appriciate females better. By the end of it, you should all be perfect gentlemen."
"But Professor!" said Sirius."Peter can't be gentle! Not if he wants to-"
"QUIET!" Roared Holles. "You will be meeting Monday, Thursday and Saturday for the next month at 5:00. Now, leave my office!"
The Marauders were suddenly gone, walking down the hallway back to the Common Room.
"Well," said Remus. "This should be interesting."
I know, I know, not much funny? Wait till they're in the group! PROMISED TO BE HILARIOUS! If you liked Merciful Marauder's Advice Column, you'll like this!
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