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A/N: I came up with this story gasp whilst I was in the shower. I know it's rather short, but I think you'll enjoy it all the same. This got my mind off of some of my other stories that I'm in the middle of. In addition to those fics that I'm in the middle of, I'm planning on writing a fic called 'Cat Woman'. Hehe, lol.

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Minerva McGonagall, strict Transfigurations professor and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had had it! Her own son, no doubt was the ring-leader in this massacre. He and the rest of his diminutive entourage left a few little surprises in the Slytherin common room; nifflers- several nifflers, to be exact. She had to admit to herself that it was rather humorous- yet, she couldn't help but punish he, his second-in-command; Sirius Black, supervisor; Remus Lupin, and tag-along; Peter Pettigrew. In the end, she was most infuriated with the foursome because of their motive of fun.

Once she had reprimanded the 'Marauders' as they so called themselves, she had decided to cool her temper in a hot, soothing bubble bath. Soft beige bubbles now engulfed the full of her golden-rimmed bathtub as she slumped down against the edge. She sat down contemplating every possible answer in the universe as to why her son was the way he was- The answer: his father. Oh, and what a father he was, just as much a practical joker as his son. Albus, Albus, Albus. Why did you not teach him manners instead of how to blow pumpkin juice through his nose or drive his mother nuts?

After a lengthy soaking, Minerva stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself in a fluffy, scarlet bath towel. After making sure it unmoving, she lolled out on the rim of the of the tub, took her wand from behind her right ear, and summoned her shaving razor. She turned to her left and snatched up her rose oil. She began distributing it evenly on her left leg. Once satisfied with the result, she began gently grazing the razor over the area exposed with the lubricate.

"Mum!"

"Shit!" she screamed as she fell into the water. "Damnit, James, what do you want?"

James walked into the bathroom and covered his mouth with his fist to keep from laughing out loud.

"WHAT?" she pressed.

"Er- Dad said that I should come see you and get my punishment."

"I thought I already gave you your punishment, unless you'd LIKE another-"

"Er- No, that's quite alright."

"That's what I thought," she said matter-of-factly. As James began walking slowly back through the bathroom to the sitting area, she slipped off her towel and grabbed a thin, bloodred cotton bath robe. She took the same colored belt in her hands and began walking into the sitting area as she slowly tied it around her waist.

When she looked up from successfully fastening the belt around her slim waist, her eyes met all four 'Marauders'. "Hello, boys," she greeted the third years cheerfully.

"Told you she was hott," whisper Sirius into Remus's ear. "Um. . . and is that rose oil I smell? Ooh, that's seductive."

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A/N: Again, I beggeth you; please review.