Hello, and welcome to the first ever guide of FIFTY WAYS TO ANNOY THE MARAUDERS!

I pulled out the jar and spatula as I crept into the Marauders' bed-chamber.

I dipped the spatula into the jar and got to work.

-next morning-

The marauders walked into the dining room, moods as black as thunder.

Their hair was black, lank, and… slicked slimy with grease.

"ALICE!", they yelled in unison.

Now, who do they resemble? SNIVELLOUS!

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