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"Turn that rubbish off right now!" Lily yelled into her pillow. She found herself in the unfortunate presence of her three best friends, Alice Prewett, Marcella Knight, and Riley Bristol in the Gryffindor girl's dormitory. It was their second day of their seventh year at Hogwarts and her friends were already blasting the worst of the Muggle music. Maybe it was a bad idea to show them her family's record collection on that one day over the summer of sixth year. The popular tune of Stayin' Alive was blaring through the girl's dormitory, accompanied by three voices attempting to reenact the performance of Barry, Robin, and Maurice.

"Bee Gees are NOT rubbish!" Alice protested, jumping into another chorus.

"Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive," The three girls chorused, singing into their wands.

"As Head Girl I order you to cease this nonsense!" Lily demanded, although she was ineffective and was unable to accomplish her goal of being intimidating due to her kitten flannel pajamas. She was certainly not a cheerful morning person as many would assume her to be, "Never again am I introducing you to Muggle music."

"Lils, get up. We all know you are just dying to enforce some disciplinary action as Head Girl," Riley accused.

"Who knows what Potter could be up to? Hell, he could be already harassing the house elves in the kitchen and making the classrooms unsuitable for learning!" Marcella exaggerated sarcastically.

"I hate that boy. Do not mention him first thing in the morning, I'm already feeling nauseous," Lily grumbled. Alice sighed and waved her wand, which enabled a bucket of water to float about her and threatened to spill all over Lily, "Alright, calm down! I'm up!"

"Good choice," Alice nodded in triumph.

"You know, I've been thinking. Why do the Marauders get the fame of the school?" Riley wondered, quite randomly, aloud.

"They're all strikingly gorgeous…except the Pettigrew kid, he looks very similar to a rodent," Marcella stated blatantly.

"Hey, he's the only kid with a heart in that group," Lily defended.

"What about Remus?" Alice gasped.

"Remus gets moody at times," Lily disagreed.

"That's so true! It's like he has a feminine monthly problem," Riley immaturely assumed, giggling like an eleven-year-old. The girls cracked up along with her.

"Anyway, why don't we all get breakfast? We have class at eight…" Alice suggested. Lily gave in and followed along.

"Alright guys, the girls are coming. Remember, act natural," James whispered to his friends at the Gryffindor table in The Great Hall. The two of them nodded in agreement.

"Good morning, everyone!" A rather cheerful Alice greeted the boys, taking a seat next to James Potter. Lily sat across from her, followed by Marcella and Riley.

"Ooh, pudding! My favorite!" Lily smiled, taking a bowl of what appeared to be vanilla pudding. James glanced at his friend Sirius Black and they held their breath. The boys couldn't hold their laughter in any longer after Lily screeched and threw her spoon down, letting a stream of curse words spill out, "MAYONNAISE? WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS?"

"The Marauders strike again!" Sirius fist pumped in success.

"And you wonder why I don't like you, Potter," Lily spat.

"I like keeping it interesting, Evans. You know that," James raised his eyebrows, his famous smirk plastered permanently on his lips.

The intense moment was interrupted by a rather chubby boy running over to the Gryffindor table, panting.

"Woke up late again, Pettigrew?" Remus chuckled at his clumsy friend. Peter nodded in sadness.

"Just wait, Potter, I'll get my revenge when you least expect it," Lily declared, giving her best death glare directed at James.

"Who do you think you are? A Marauder? I'd like to see what you can actually accomplish other than schoolwork," James rolled his eyes, clearly not intimidated by the Head Girl.

"Do not underestimate me."

"How do I get revenge on Potter?" Lily paced around the girl's dormitory later on that night.

"Lils, you've been talking to yourself for a good twenty minutes now, it's time to go to bed," Alice whined. Lily narrowed her emerald eyes.

"Like James said, you're no Marauder," Marcella spoke up, raising her head from the book she was intently reading.

"Unless you can match the skill of the infamous pranks that the Marauders initiate, you're out of luck," Riley, who was hanging upside down off the edge of her bed, randomly pointed out.

"You're right. And by partaking in any of those activities would contradict my responsibilities as Head Girl," Lily determined, defeated, "Unless…"

"If it involves us, I'm out," Marcella interrupted Lily's formulating plan.

"Mavericks," Lily stated, a grin spreading across her face.

"Huh?" Riley blinked.

"A maverick is a free-thinker; someone who pretty much is independent in their views," Marcella noted, "Yet I fail to see what Miss Evans is referring to."

"You realize that the majority of Hogwarts has worshipped these so-called Marauders ever since they stepped foot in the school? Well it's time for that to change, hence, the term, 'mavericks.' We just may be the only sane girls in Hogwarts that don't kiss the ground that the Marauders walk on. Therefore we are Mavericks. We are independent and hold different views but we are intelligent."

"I don't want to know where you're going with this…" Alice concluded.

"It's time for our revenge. And since I can't do it personally, since I have Head Girl responsibilities and all, you guys are my only hope."

"Have you gone mad?" Marcella protested, "Honestly, since when have you become a psychopath?"

"I'm in!" Riley agreed. Alice and Marcella looked at her as if she were just as insane as Lily, "What? I'm in for a little excitement during my last year at Hogwarts."

"When you put it that way…I guess I'm in too," Alice nodded.

"You guys don't even know what this entails!" Marcella shrieked, "She could have us doing life threatening nonsense!"

"Might as well, while we're teenagers," Riley shrugged, indifferently.

"You're overreacting, Marcy. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Rule number one, we work in clandestine," Lily declared, loving her new found leadership among the group. Her bright emerald eyes shined with excitement.

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