Well, hi there!

I'm not new to FF, but I'm new to HP fanfic, sooo be kind please :P

I love LilyJames fic, but Sirius has to be one of my favourite fictional characters EVER. Actually the Marauders in general are absolutely amazing. Makes me proud to be British. xD

Anyways, Mischief Managed.

~Wallie

I've never liked surprises. I ground myself in logic and facts, rather than the chaotic spontaneity of the unknown. I wasn't the kind of child who wished for a surprise party, or enjoyed practical jokes; The juvenile games never appealed to me. So you can imagine just how delighted I was when I discovered a fresh dung bomb lurking in my bed.

A loud scream and a toxic, nauseating smell floated down the stairs of the girl's dormitory, shadowed closely by an irate Lily Evans. Her red hair resembled wild fire, and floated around her pale face with new found volume, presumably due to the minor explosion. Green eyes angrily searched the common room, sending small first-years reeling and recoiling in fear, and causing a horde of noisy third years to immediately quiet, recognising the situation. The arguments between Lily and a certain prankster were becoming somewhat of an infamous routine, breaking the monotony of a usual school day at Hogwarts. The fuming redhead turned her heated glare on a group of fourth years who had gathered to watch, and they cringed under her stare.

"C'mon Evans, don't terrorise the villagers." James Potter, prankster extraordinaire, smirked at the short girl, causing her to whip around to face him, allowing the fourth years to make a hasty getaway through the portrait hole. She scowled at him, and he grimaced as the foul stench hit him full on. "Is that your noxious gas?" He enquired cheekily, overlooking how close the girl was to whipping out her wand and hexing him senseless.

James Potter liked to push the boundaries, especially when it came to his affectionately dubbed "carrot-top". However, the girl in question did not see it this way, and always responded to his words with a sharp glare and an even sharper tongue. He ruffled his messy hair, a habit that she had come to hate over the years: it was usually followed by an inappropriate declaration of love or a perverted invitation to the nearest broom closet. Before the scoundrel could so much as open his mouth, a lean boy emerged from the shadowed alcove near the portrait hole.

"Leave him be, Evans. That was my welcome back to Hogwarts waiting in your bed." Sirius Black waltzed up beside his friend, grey eyes glinting in the warm firelight of the Gryffindor common room. He winked a lazy eye at the small redhead, and his friend elbowed him roughly. "Ow, Prongs." Sirius Black pouted his perfect lips, before flashing a crooked smile in Lily's direction. "You're just jealous, cause Flower missed me more than you." His teeth were pearly white and impeccably straight with sharp canines, a vivid contrast to his tanned skin. His smile sometimes reminded Lily of a panting dog, tongue lolling and all. Actually, Sirius Black's whole demeanour usually screamed 'puppy dog', with his playful attitude and unwavering loyalty.

"Guys, please don't bait Lily." Remus Lupin climbed delicately through the portrait hole, hugging a battered book to his chest. Peter Pettigrew hurried behind him, clambering clumsily through the entrance and catching the hem of his robes on his shoe. With a small squeal he fell into the wall and rebounded to the floor, a loud thump echoing through the room. His tumble went momentarily unnoticed by the other Gryffindors, however.

"Moooony." Sirius whined, his eyes bright with amusement. Remus shook his head and dutifully hauled Peter to his feet. "Thanks." The chubby boy feebly offered, and Lily threw him a cautiously sympathetic smile, before turning to leave, thrown from her previous rant, anger subdued.

"Hey, Evans?" James Potter dragged the girl's attention back to himself, eager for her interest. She saw his friends exchange amused glances, and shake their heads at the messy haired boy in warning. He ignored them however, and ruffled his hair, dishevelling it impossibly further. The rims of his thin glasses shone in the firelight, and the hazel orbs behind them were locked on Lily's own green ones. He found himself mesmerised by the intense sea of green, as he did every time he looked at her. This inevitably led to the abhorrent word-vomit that spewed from his mouth whenever she was in the vicinity. He noticed, with the eye of a skilled Quidditch player, the way her hair glowed a deep, vivid red in the light of the fire, and how the soft flame illuminated her pale skin, enhancing her high cheekbones and lightly scattered freckles. Green eyes searched his own inquisitively, and he internally winced at the annoyance and impatience he found clear in her expression. He kept his face frozen in a cocky mask, as if he was confident around this beautiful girl, and that he was sure of what he would say to her. His mouth opened, and before he could stop it, the same four words impulsively flooded out, as they always did when he lost control of his thoughts around her. "Go out with me?"

Her face showed no surprise, and if she was startled in any way by his question, she hid it well. Instead, anger flared up on her features, and he recoiled from her fiery glare. The other three boys watched on, anticipating the customary Lily-James screaming match. Remus usually observed the pair with an exasperated expression: he was not one for violence, and the threats, streaming from a usually impassive Lily's mouth, were in no way peaceful solutions. One that stood out in particular for the shy, sandy-haired boy was the favoured, "Potter, do you want me to hang you by the balls off the astronomy tower?" To which James would reply with a cocky smirk and a public affirmation that Lily Evans wanted to touch his genitalia. Sirius watched his best friend's impending rejection, wishing he had thought to bring back popcorn from his kitchen quest.

He enjoyed the hilarity and the variety of Lily's responses to James' question, but he hated seeing how every answer crushed his friend. He imagined James' heart cracking a little more with every violent threat and spiteful glare, and wondered how much longer the organ could hold out under such duress.

Casting a careful look at his friend, who appeared at first aloof and confident, but behind his glasses hopeful and desperate, Sirius feared it wouldn't be much longer until James' heart was completely and utterly shattered by one Miss Lily Evans.

Oooooh, Padfoot has a plan!

Should I continue? I'm not sure if I like this so far. Hmm.

Please review, thanks (: