Summary: Can the Mauraders spend an entire week without pranks? And what
will their girlfriends make them do if they can't?
A/N: This uses two characters from my "Before they were Legends" Series. If
you read the series, just place this little gem after the 7th Year Yule Ball.
You don't have to read that to read this!
Disclaimer: It belongs to J.K. Rowling if you recognize it. Lyria Strider and
Lyndell Greenleaf belong to their respective owners on the Platform 9 ¾
RPG.
Day 1: Monday
Lyria Strider stormed out of the girls' bathroom with red-and-gold striped hair and an Avada Kedavra look on her face. "They're dead!" She screeched furiously. "We have Quidditch practice today, and I am *not* playing like this!"
"House spirit, you know!" Sirius cried delightedly from where the four Mauraders waited at the top of the stairs.
"You'd better watch carefully, or I'll be hitting *you* with the bludger!" Lyria hurriedly uncharmed her hair. "And I won't even ask how you got into the girls' bathroom, nevermind what you were doing with my shampoo!"
"Magic," Sirius intoned solemnly as the three girls joined the four boys on the stairs.
"Pranking your girlfriend really isn't too bright," Lily warned.
"Must come from them all sharing the same brain," Lyria snapped. Sirius gave her an apologetic look and tried to hold her hand, but she pulled it away with a glare.
"They couldn't live a week without their pranks," Lyndell chimed in.
"Yes we could!" James insisted.
"Yeah, we don't *have* to prank..." Sirius informed them.
"It's just more fun," Remus finished.
"Yeah!" Peter put in.
"You're right, Lyri, they *do* share a brain," Lily muttered.
"I have an idea," Lyria murmured back with a mischievous grin. Then she addressed the boys. "What are you four willing to bet on that?"
The Mauraders gave her a blank stare.
The eldest Strider daughter continued. "I bet you all that you can't stop pranking for a week. Not even a week—just until Friday. Every time you play a prank, we get to punish you as we see fit."
"You're on!" James declared, speaking for the group as usual.
"Wait!" Sirius ordered. "What's in it for us? If I'm not allowed to torture Snape, I expect to be compensated daily." He gave Lyria a suggestive look.
"If you think I'm going to..." She began.
"Nah, you're right," Sirius agreed. "You'd enjoy it too much, and it's not fair to Peter because his girlfriend's not a Gryffindor."
"I'd *enjoy* it too much?!?" Lyria snatched up her wand, but Dell and Lily dragged her out of firing range.
"If Kylie Prewett agrees, you four have yourselves a bet!" Lily cried to the Mauraders.
Sadly for the ladies, the Mauraders made it—with much difficulty—through the entire day without a single prank.
"You know what that means?" Sirius flashed Lyria his most charming grin. The other Mauraders—and noticeably, their girlfriends—had vanished.
"Yes, Padfoot," Lyria sighed patiently. "But are you sure you wouldn't rather I just do your homework or something?"
"I most certainly would not," he replied with a decisive grin.
"If you're sure..." Lyria gave him a devious smile and, taking his hand, led him out of the common room.
"She shoved me off a desk!" Sirius yelped indignantly as he threw open the door to the seventh year boys' dormitory. "We were snogging, and we were sitting on a desk, and she smiled, and she broke the kiss and she pushed me—" The others were laughing now. "And I fell off the bloody desk!" He finished.
"You got lucky, then," Remus said with a moan. "Lyndell slapped me, and Prongs got punched in the eye, and little Kylie sprained Wormtail's ankle."
"Time to plot revenge," James said grimly, holding an ice pack to his face.
"We can't—they'll have an excuse to make us suffer." Sirius flopped out on his bed.
"So they get away with it." James sighed.
The four shared a sad look.
will their girlfriends make them do if they can't?
A/N: This uses two characters from my "Before they were Legends" Series. If
you read the series, just place this little gem after the 7th Year Yule Ball.
You don't have to read that to read this!
Disclaimer: It belongs to J.K. Rowling if you recognize it. Lyria Strider and
Lyndell Greenleaf belong to their respective owners on the Platform 9 ¾
RPG.
Day 1: Monday
Lyria Strider stormed out of the girls' bathroom with red-and-gold striped hair and an Avada Kedavra look on her face. "They're dead!" She screeched furiously. "We have Quidditch practice today, and I am *not* playing like this!"
"House spirit, you know!" Sirius cried delightedly from where the four Mauraders waited at the top of the stairs.
"You'd better watch carefully, or I'll be hitting *you* with the bludger!" Lyria hurriedly uncharmed her hair. "And I won't even ask how you got into the girls' bathroom, nevermind what you were doing with my shampoo!"
"Magic," Sirius intoned solemnly as the three girls joined the four boys on the stairs.
"Pranking your girlfriend really isn't too bright," Lily warned.
"Must come from them all sharing the same brain," Lyria snapped. Sirius gave her an apologetic look and tried to hold her hand, but she pulled it away with a glare.
"They couldn't live a week without their pranks," Lyndell chimed in.
"Yes we could!" James insisted.
"Yeah, we don't *have* to prank..." Sirius informed them.
"It's just more fun," Remus finished.
"Yeah!" Peter put in.
"You're right, Lyri, they *do* share a brain," Lily muttered.
"I have an idea," Lyria murmured back with a mischievous grin. Then she addressed the boys. "What are you four willing to bet on that?"
The Mauraders gave her a blank stare.
The eldest Strider daughter continued. "I bet you all that you can't stop pranking for a week. Not even a week—just until Friday. Every time you play a prank, we get to punish you as we see fit."
"You're on!" James declared, speaking for the group as usual.
"Wait!" Sirius ordered. "What's in it for us? If I'm not allowed to torture Snape, I expect to be compensated daily." He gave Lyria a suggestive look.
"If you think I'm going to..." She began.
"Nah, you're right," Sirius agreed. "You'd enjoy it too much, and it's not fair to Peter because his girlfriend's not a Gryffindor."
"I'd *enjoy* it too much?!?" Lyria snatched up her wand, but Dell and Lily dragged her out of firing range.
"If Kylie Prewett agrees, you four have yourselves a bet!" Lily cried to the Mauraders.
Sadly for the ladies, the Mauraders made it—with much difficulty—through the entire day without a single prank.
"You know what that means?" Sirius flashed Lyria his most charming grin. The other Mauraders—and noticeably, their girlfriends—had vanished.
"Yes, Padfoot," Lyria sighed patiently. "But are you sure you wouldn't rather I just do your homework or something?"
"I most certainly would not," he replied with a decisive grin.
"If you're sure..." Lyria gave him a devious smile and, taking his hand, led him out of the common room.
"She shoved me off a desk!" Sirius yelped indignantly as he threw open the door to the seventh year boys' dormitory. "We were snogging, and we were sitting on a desk, and she smiled, and she broke the kiss and she pushed me—" The others were laughing now. "And I fell off the bloody desk!" He finished.
"You got lucky, then," Remus said with a moan. "Lyndell slapped me, and Prongs got punched in the eye, and little Kylie sprained Wormtail's ankle."
"Time to plot revenge," James said grimly, holding an ice pack to his face.
"We can't—they'll have an excuse to make us suffer." Sirius flopped out on his bed.
"So they get away with it." James sighed.
The four shared a sad look.