Something I came up with on a long plane trip. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't quite see the point in disclaimers. Harry Potter is not a house elf. Therefore nobody can own him.
"Hey Moony!" James Potter called across the Gryffindor common room, to where Remus Lupin was working on his charms essay.
"Hey is for horses," the young werewolf called back irritably. "Now leave me in peace to do my homework."
When James never replied, Remus started to get worried. It just wasn't like James to do what he said the first time. He started to get really concerned when his friend looked thoughtful, just staring into the fire. It was a bad sign when the messy-haired Marauder was thinking.
"Are you alright over there James?" Remus asked, joining him on the couch.
"What? Oh, yeah, I am. I was just thinking about what you said."
"What I said?"
"Mmhum. About hay being for horses."
"Really?" Remus was truly puzzled by now. "It's just a muggle phrase. My mother used to use it when I used hey."
"I knew it was a muggle phrase," James said, "I don't take Muggle Studies for nothing. But I was thinking. As most of what muggles say about wizards is plain ridiculous, this probably is too. Anyway..." Turing around, he simultaneously hit Sirius, who was dozing beside him, and called to Peter.
"You guys up for a game of Truth Or Dare?"
"Sure," Peter shrugged.
Thirty minutes later found the Marauders sitting in a circle, from which they kept jumping up to follow through with their dares. One of the rules of a Marauder was when playing Truth Or Dare, always take the dare option. So far Sirius had danced on a table, singing A Cauldron Full Of Hot, Strong Love at the top of his lungs, Peter had pledged his undying love to a disgusted Alice Prewett, who clung to her boyfriend, Frank Longbottom, and Remus had managed to get up to the first year's girl dorm, run into it, scream, and then slide down the stairs. It was now James's turn. Remembering their earlier conversation, Remus dared him to prove that the muggle saying, hey is for horses, was silly and untrue by eating it himself. He even kindly conjured up some hay for the purpose.
James climbed to the top of one of the common room tables, while Sirius acted as announcer.
"My I have your attention please!" He bellowed out to the other Gryffindors. All turned towards him, save Lily Evans, who just sighed and stalked out. "My brother, James Potter, will be proving to the world that hey is not for horses, but humans! Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you James Potter, the straw consuming wizard!"
"Do I really have to do this?" groaned James.
"Yes indeed!" grinned the rest of the quartet. "And no magic."
Remus handed up the hay, while the whole common room watched. James stuffed it in his mouth, and was still chewing three minutes later. After about five minutes, he took a bow, and rushed off to the restroom.
Poppy Pomfrey shook her head at the foolishness of those boys, the Marauders they called themselves. Why just an hour ago, they had been in the hospital wing, as they had tried to hex the Slytherins. Hadn't they learned by now that anyone they hexed was likely to hex back? Apparently not. As she was thinking about the treatment that they had had to receive, Black came running in with Potter leaning on his shoulder.
"Madam Pomfrey! He tried to eat straw!" Black exclaimed, in answer to her question of what now?.
"When will you ever grow up?" She muttered, helping Potter to a bed, then bustling off to fetch a potion.
Well, that was meant to be funny, though I'm not sure that it is. I kinda for got where I was going with it about half way through. It's my first one-shot, so please be nice, though constructive criticism is good. In fact, I'm asking for it. Please leave a review.
~Ginny
