"I dare you to propose to Minnie," said Sirius with an evil grin. "But- but Lily!" cried James. Sirius smirked. "Some Gryffindor. She never even says yes… she won't care, and if she does, she will find out with the green eyed monster!" "Fine," said James. "Marauder way?" Sirius nodded. "Tomorrow cool?" Sirius nodded again. "Okay, then I'll need at least a day to plan, and you lot have to help." They all got up and started walking to the entrance. "Wait!" said James. They stopped. James turned around. "I hate you, Sirius." Sirius smiled and pounced on James, who fell onto the floor. Sirius held his wand under James' chin and beamed. "Love you too, Prongsie!" James scowled and got up.
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Everybody was nervous. The Marauders hadn't been seen since breakfast, or attended their classes. The last time this had happened was April 14, 1972, and was followed by the Ceiling Incident of 1972. It was clear they were up to something. Everyone, especially the Slytherins, kept their wands close and ready.
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It was breakfast. The Marauders hadn't arrived just yet. Nobody had started eating, even though the food was there. They were waiting for the show. Soon, the anticipated moment came. The torches dimmed and a red spark came zooming in the Hall. It hovered for a moment, then turned into a Gryffindor Crest. A voice said, "Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, are pleased that you have attended and would like to welcome you to their event, funded by Messer Padfoot and conducted by Messer Prongs." The crest then transformed into a red form boy with untidy hair and a seeker build wearing gold robes. The boy turned to the Head table and said, "Is it working?" an unheard voice must have replied and he said, "Bloody hell! So rude… anyway….." the Red Boy got on one knee in front of Professor McGonagall? "Minnie," said the voice, "Do me the absolute honor and gift me your hand in marriage, my love." Dozens of Roses showered on top of the reddening Professor, and the torches light turned pink. "Mr. Potter, as sweet as this is, I decline and ask you-" "Yes, I will join you in your office Wenesday night at 8, my precious." The hologram kissed McGonagall's and dispersed into a shower of silver sparks, which zoomed up and exploded into the image of a dog, wolf, stag, and mouse. The lights returned to normal and everybody began eating. In the Transfiguration class that day, though, James Potter winked a professor and nodded towards a certain jealous redhead. The professor handed him twelve gaellons.
