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"You lot, snuck out of Hogwards. I know you did," Filch said, his eyes gleaming with joy the same way they do when he catches someone causing mischief.

"If you know so much, why don't you try casting a bloody spell?" Sirius who was oblivious to the fact that Filch was a squib snapped at the caretaker. If looks could kill, Padfoot would be dead.

"How did you find out?" Filch growled.

"Find out what exactly?" James asked, questioning Filch's sanity.

"I'm letting you off the hook this time. OUT!"

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"He just let you go?" Peter asked in awe. James and Sirius nodded.

"All because you told him to cast a spell?"

"Yes, Moony," Sirius said with a roll of his eyes. "We told you that's it."

"You don't think he's a squib, do you?" Remus asked thoughtfully.

"Yeah, we totally thought about that, didn't we Prongsie?" Padfoot said, nudging James.

"Definitely."

"You don't believe it either, do you, Wormy?"

"Not at all, Moony," Peter said with a grin.

"Fine," Sirius said, mock dramatically. "Don't believe us. Prongsie and I are off to blow up some toilets."

"We are?"

"We are. Now get up, Prongsie," Sirius said, getting up himself.

"Wait! We also want to come!" Wormtail called after them.

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"Peter, tell me why you wanted to help them again," Remus said as he scrubbed an award dedicated to someone called Tom Riddle.

"Because we're awesome. Isn't that right, Pads?" James said with a grin.

"Oh definitely."