A/N: Hello my dear readers! My friend Kaitlyn and I have decided to write a fic together, so this strange, slightly peculiar, and all around abnormal story is the outcome. Bon appetite!
It was a week before April 1st, and the Marauders had some planning to do. They were known for their pranks by now, as it was fourth year for these notorious boys. They knew everyone would be expecting something big, but they knew they would surprise everyone with a certain trick they had up their sleeve…
The school was buzzing, bursting, anticipating the arrival a certain group of friends. All around the Great Hall you could hear people whispering to one another. "Are they here yet? I wonder what they're planning this year! Those Slytherins better watch their back, they're bound to get it worse than most of us…" Even the teachers were buzzing, and Slughorn and Professor Sowers (the new defense teacher) were having a heated argument. A few Ravenclaws could overhear their interesting conversation.
"No, I'm telling you, these are my boys, I've known them for four years now. They're bound to do something spectacular today." Slughorn insisted.
"But they seem so enthusiastic about learning; they wouldn't dare jeopardize such a sacred educational environment! They wouldn't even think of doing something as trivial as a prank on their fellow peers." said Professor Sowers compassionately. One could hear a certain Lily Evans scoff in the background.
"Oh, pish-posh! I know them better, you've only been here for a year! For the last three years they haven't disappointed me, and they won't this year either!"
Then, in an almost threatening tone, Professor Sowers said, "Would you care to bet on that?"
"Yes, of course. I say that James, Sirius, Remus, and Paul will prank today, and it will be a good one at that."
"You mean, Peter, don't you professor?" Professor Sowers said condescendingly as Slughorn huffed at him. "Well, anyway, I say that the 'Marauders', as the student body so wrongly calls them, will not do a prank. And that is final. No one has been able to prove the boys put the frogs in the soup, flobberworm mucus in the showers, or released nifflers into the charms corridor! These fine gentlemen will not indulge in pranking on a day that is celebrated by mischief makers everywhere. I'm sure of it."
"Well then… Professor, if you are so sure that these fine gentlemen will not prank anyone, will you yourself indulge in a little… wager of sorts.
"Normally I'm not one to make pointless bets, but I feel this is a worthy cause. But what, for lack of a better phrase, would be at stake?" said Professor Sowers as though the mere thought of gambling was beneath him.
"I'm glad you asked…"
A/N: Hope you liked it! And if you don't review, I might just sic a camel on you…OR send my dear friend ,the fifty-two year old man from Iowa after you. (No offense to any Iowanese people out there!) Maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh. Mwah ha ha ha ha!