Well basically, James, Sirus and Remus have wound up into counselling sessions after being seen teasing Snape. But not all goes to plan for the counsellor... :]o0o0o0o0o0o0o
"Mr Potter and Mr Black you may come in" called a woman's voice from inside the counselling room.
"Wopeee" yelled Sirius bounding in.
"Mr Black, please behave yourself" said the counsellor firmly to him.
"Soz dude" he replied back, "look James, swivly chairs".
"Oooh I like swively chairs" grinned James jumping on one and spinning around.
"Mr Potter and Mr Black, will you kindly restrain from swinging from these chairs, they could be dangerous" said the counselling woman, rather annoyed with them.
"I didn't know they could be so dangerous" said Sirius prodding the chair with his wand.
"It'll probably sprout a mouth and start breathing fire" replied James.
"That is enough!" yelled the counsellor, "now can you tell me why you are here today?"
"We trying to give Snivellus a shower and all.." said James.
"WAIT! I thought we were getting ice cream" moaned Sirius.
"WAIT! I thought we were getting ice cream," moaned Sirius, "aww man! Besides he didn't get that wet".
"Yes, well there is no need to go into detail. Mr Snape is currently in the hospital wing, recovering from his experience, and I'll have to find some form of punishment and the root of the odd behaviour between you both-"
"What's your name?" asked Sirius.
"I-that's not important" she replied uncomfortably.
"I don't feel comfortable not knowing who I was talking to" cried Sirius, who had his head in his hands.
"Very well, my name is Patricia" she replied.
"Can I call you Pat?" asked Sirius.
"No, counsellor is fine"
"Patty?"
"NO! Now Mr Potter shall we start with you?"
"Do we have too, I'd rather make Sirius go first"
"I'll rock, paper, scissors you on that!"
"Okay best of three"
"MR POTTER AND MR BLACK PLEASE SIT DOWN!" bellowed the counsellor.
"Woah Patty, hold on to your hat!" grinned Sirius.
"Now Mr Potter!" she said ignoring Sirius "Do you have any- Mr Black please can you stop sniffing"
"Sorry Pat, I'm just bored"
"You sniff- oh never mind. Now Mr Potter, tell me about your home, do you have any issues, what are your parents like?"
"You're very nose Patty" replied James.
"It's because she has a big nose" grinned Sirius.
"Please continue Mr Potter" said counsellor.
"Well, my dads not around much, because he's an auror and all, but we - OOH PADFOOT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LET ONE OFF! IT STINKS" yelled James.
"I thought you wouldn't notice and all"
"Well I didn't notice, until it smelt like someone had let of a dung bomb inside here!"
"Sorry mate, it's those Bertie Bott Bean's I ate earlier, you know what they do to me!" grinned Sirius sheepishly.
"Why eat them?" asked James.
"Wormy dared me, he said he'll give me 15 sickles… come to think of it I don't have those sickles" replied Sirius.
"Do you think we can continue?" asked an irritated Pat in a exasperated tone.
"Well can we open a window? Thanks Patsy"
"Right so Mr Potter-"
"Call me James!"
"Erm James, what is your father like then?"
"Well he's rarely around, but he's great fun when he is"
"And your mum?" asked Pat.
"Oooh I wouldn't take that James"
"Chill out Padfoot, I'm sure Patty means my mother no disrespect. Mum's cool, but she hates it when Sirius leaves pawprints on the hallway".
"Pawprints in the hallway? Why does he have paw-prints-? Wait do you two live together?"
"There's no need to get upset about it, and did I saw paw-prints? I meant footprints, Sirius's family aren't cool so he came and stayed with us about a year ago"
"James, I'm sure it wasn't because his family aren't-"
"They are!" exclaimed Sirius "My family are all emo and my mum has this weird obsessions for house-elves heads. She likes sticking them on the wall you see. And there was this one time when Bellatrix put cold spaghetti in my bed-"
"Yes I think that's enough Mr Black, it seems you have enough on your mind" replied Pat.
"Yeah when pigs fly"
"Actually Sirius, we did test that theory with Moony when we sent Henry flying across to the girls dormitory after building that catapult"
"You mean when Moony built it"
"Whatever"
"Well it was a very merry Christmas after all"
"Henry?" asked Pat.
"Wormy's guinea pig" answered James.
"Peter has a pig?"
"He *had* a pig, poor Henry, we never saw him again" Sirius wept sarcastically.
"Urm okay" replied Pat "Right I've heard all about your families, so why don't you tell me about your little group of friends, McGonagall told me you are in a troublemaking group named the Marauders?"
"Who's McGonagall?"
"I think she's referring the transfiguration chick Minnie Padfoot"
"Ooooh right Minnie, Minnie's awesome like that but why do she refer to us as trouble making Prongs?"
"Trouble-making? Trouble finds us" cried James dramatically.
"IT'S TRUE! Trouble stops looking for us eh Prongsie? It's a hard life" wept Sirius.
"Mr Black please can you stop pretending to cry on Mr Potter's shoulder"
"Sure thing Patty"