I

His nails were digging into his palms in a way, that it nearly drew blood. Jaw clenched tightly, teeth gritted together, muscles tense. His eyes were burning with ager. The usually stormy grey orbs now looked like they were on fire and if you were to see them, you would only then understand, how exactly it was possible for grey color to look so lively.

"Sirius?" a voice interrupted the guy's inner turmoil, "You look like you're about to kill somebody."

"Maybe because I am, indeed, about to kill somebody. Rip their little scrawny head off. Tear them to pieces. Slowly and painfully I will- " for James, who was used to a smooth sonorous sound coming out of his best friend's mouth, it was quite a surprise to hear those nasty roars of words.

"Hey, hey, I'm not usually one to say this, but easy boy, easy." James teasingly pretended to be talking to an overly exited dog.

Sirius' eyes darted to him, and he immediately regretted saying anything as he was hit with all the wrath behind them.

"No. No easy. I will rip her hands off and I will make sure she's in as much pain as possible, then I will-" Sirius returned to glaring at something on the other side of the common room (much to James' relief) and murmuring like crazy.

"Who are we talking about here, again?" James looked at the direction Sirius was glaring at, but couldn't manage to find the culprit who made the guy this angry, as the fireplace was surrounded by a lot of, mainly innocent looking, Gryffindors who were each indulged in their own business.

"That filthy snake, that pathetic excuse of a waste of space, that Slytherin loving little-"

"Name, please." Potter chuckled amused.

"Amanda Brown, who else that little-" Sirius spat out as if the name itself was burning his throat.

"And what exactly did she…" Upon saying those words he noticed a couple, cozily positioned near the fire on the ground. A girl, who was in fact, the aforementioned Amanda, sat there leaning her curly head on a certain bloke's shoulder. A certain werewolf bloke's shoulder, that is.

"Wow, when did this happen?" James allowed himself to whistle, "And just so you know, at this particular moment she doesn't look very Slytherin loving, if you catch my drift."

He, once again, got to regret opening his mouth gravely as Sirius grabbed the collar of his shirt and hissed spitefully.

"Say that again, I dare you." Grey eyes held all the ager in the world.

"She doesn't look very Slytherin loving, if you get what I mean." Being the fool that he was and had always been James, not only let his tongue go its way, before even thinking twice, but also wiggled his eyebrows.

Remus and Amanda's quiet conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sounds of shouting and destruction. Remus, being a smart little cookie he was, didn't even need to raise his eyes to know that it was the doing of those idiotic creatures he was supposed to call 'friends'. The guy sighed deeply and threw an apologetic glance at the girl, who was eyeing him confusedly, before standing up and making his way to the mess off two very, in his personal opinion, childlike looking boys, who were now rolling on the ground throwing fists at each other and shouting profanities, that no one else even knew existed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Remus said in his best head boy voice.

In the chaos of fighting his words, of course, went unnoticed. Remus was not in the mood to be unnoticed. He grabbed a handful of dark hair of the boy who was on top of the other, ready to punch one more time and pulled on it mercilessly, leaving the boy whining with pain. Nonetheless, it did stop the fighting.

"I said, what do you think you're doing?" He repeated calmly, while tugging on what turned out to be the locks of a particular Black family member.

"It's his fault! He hit me first!" Yelled James and tried to attack his enemy, while the latter was unable to move, only to find his own precious stack of hair cruelly abused by the other hand of the pissed of Remus.

"James, love, do I look like I care about who started this nonsense?" There was a really scary undertone in the werewolf's voice.

"No." James muttered obediently.

"And are you two interested in why exactly, I do not care about the –I'm sure fascinating- reason for this, or who started this?" Remus was sporting a sadistic smile as he pulled even harder on his friends' hair.

"Because you are too indulged in your little girlfriend over there." Sirius spat, keeping his eyes downcast.

For a moment that managed to throw Remus off guard, but he regained his postures almost instantly.

"Because physical or otherwise fighting, no matter the reason, is strictly prohibited on the school grounds, and who started it doesn't affect the fact that you both broke the school rules." He stated coldly, "Am I clear?"

"Yes." James said, but Sirius kept silent.

"Black?"

"Yes." Remus got a growl for response and released the boys immediately with a frown on his lips.

"Would you mind terribly, spending just one day, without getting yourselves in trouble." He murmured tiredly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Sirius sighed and after turning away dramatically, left for the dorms, leaving the crowd of people, who were watching up until now and his two baffled friends behind.

"What was that?" Remus questioned James.

"Jealousy, my dear Moony. Sheer jealousy." Potter grinned at his mate.

"Huh?" The werewolf raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Don't concern yourself with it for now. I don't think he gets it very well himself yet." He received a somewhat secretive smile in return. "You should get back to your lady friend, I'll take care of it."

Remus cheeks turned a light pink color.

"No fighting though." He warned his friend trying to hide his embarrassment. And yes, the big bad wolf got embarrassed from simply hearing words 'lady friend', even bad wolves can be shy.

"Wouldn't dream of it." James smirked and stalked off to the dorms.

II

"Why did you hit me?" James asked in a sing-sang voice. And everybody knows nothing good can come out of a sing-sang voice. Like ever. It's like a bad omen. And keeping in mind that it was Potter using it, the bad luck would surely be tripled.

"Ihhgdonghnow." He got a reply from his friend, who was currently laying face down on his bed, with his head buried deep in his pillow.

"Oh, but I didn't do anything to piss you off that much, now did I?" James continued as if the gurgle of an answer he got was perfectly clear. "And what was it about Amanda, huh? What did she do to you?"

"Nonnofghyouhrbughsinesgh."

"Oh, but it is my business, after all, I was the one, who got hit."James complained making his way to the bathroom but leaving the door open so that he could hear Sirius.

Sirius raised his head and glared at the direction James walked off to.

"Don't act like you didn't punch back, you bloody antler-head."

"Of course I did, I was given no choice." James returned and smirked at his friend obviously, trying to irk him. "Anyway, don't change the subject, what did Amanda do to get you this riled up?"

And to be truthful James didn't really need the answer he knew it already, it was just fun seeing his friend suffer a bit.

"She just… she's just stupid and dumb okay, I don't need a reason to dislike her!" Sirius argued, making quite good points… if you were to see him as an angry five year old.

"Real mature."

"Sod off, Potter."

"Someone's in denial." James sang and grinned.

"Huh?" Sirius asked dumfounded.

"Wait." James tilted his head to one side. "Don't tell me you're still at that point where you're in denial about being in denial."

"Huh?"

"Oh, sweet Merlin."

III

While James was trying to explain Sirius the way everything works in his head right now (and doing a quite marvelous job, mind you), Remus was being cornered by the very same Amanda Brown in some dark classroom. He couldn't decide what felt more wrong wandering the castle in the middle of the night, without the usual Marauder company by his side, or being ripped off of his clothes, piece at a time. As Amanda reached some particular area Remus certainly didn't want her hand to touch, our dear werewolf friend suddenly made up his mind.

IV

While James was trying to explain Sirius the inner workings of his mind and Amanda was trying to undo the last button of Remus' pants, Severus was peeping on the werewolf and his so called 'lady friend'. Oh, Snivellus, has nobody ever told you, you're supposed to keep that overly long nose of your out off other people's business.

V

While James was trying to explain Sirius the inner workings of his mind, Amanda was trying to undo the last button of Remus' pants and our greasy friend Severus was peeping, Peter was sleeping soundly in the corner of the Gryffindor common room. Lucky unconcerned bastard.