The Marauders. You love them. Or, in my case, you hate their guts. Well, maybe I'm a bit biased.

Or maybe you are.

Or maybe we both are, but who cares? In the end does it really matter who is right and who is wrong?

I'll tell you.

No, it doesn't matter.

At the end of the day, the only thing that really matters is that you are safe, and unharmed.

Hopefully.

Okay, never mind. I'm getting off-track.

Let me start by saying one thing:

I HATE THE MARAUDERS.

I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I HATE THEM!

They have teased me ever since first year! What did I ever do to them?

Nothing. Nothing, at all. They just found me sitting by myself, under a tree, studying and they thought, "Hey, let's go torture that innocent Ravenclaw girl for no reason whatsoever.

Admittedly, I'm a little innocent. But I'm more crazy than anything. But I'm smarter than them! I can outsmart them!

AHAHAHAHAHA!

Ha.

Haha.

Anyways, I wish I could do something productive but...

I'm hanging upside down.

And I think I'm getting a head rush.

God, can they let me down yet?

Nope, of course not.

Yeah, you just keep laughing. I don't care, really, I don't. It's not annoying. It's not pulling apart my self-confidence. It's not humiliating. Nope. I am not harmed at all. Emotionally, that is. I think I have a couple bruises, but they are insignificant. No emotional harm at all.

Yes, just sit there, Lupin. Read your book and pretend you don't know what's going on.

"OH BLOODY HELL, PUT ME DOWN, DAMNIT!" I yelled. Yes, keep laughing. Of course I'm joking. Life is a joke to them. I can't WAIT to see what they do with their lives. They'll probably all end up in some form of jail. And then I'll laugh. Hard.

I'll probably get bruises from laughing so hard.

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"Look here," said Sirius Black, leading the Marauders.

Well, they can't hurt me in the library.

"It's our best friend, Anna! Say hi to Anna, guys!" James Potter joined in, ruffling his hair at seeing Lily Evans.

His hair is really ugly. I mean, really. He only makes it worse.

"Hi!" piped up Peter Pettigrew.

He should be an outcast. He just doesn't fit in. Actually, he acts like one of their victims. Hm. That's really odd.

He should be the one hanging upside down, not me.

Damn you, Pettigrew.

And, of course, Remus Lupin is reading a book. Brilliant. The only vaguely decent Marauder totally leaves me to die.

Greeeeat.

"What do you want?" I hissed harshly.

"Why are you whispering?" asked Sirius, in an obnoxiously loud voice. The librarian poked her head out from a corner and told us to be quiet.

"My god, you are as stupid as you look," I stated. "And, what the bloody hell are you doing in a library anyways. God forbid, you're actually doing homework. I honestly can't believe that all of you have managed to get to your seventh year."

"Ow," James said, clutching his heart . "That hurt, Anna."

"Oh really?" I asked, standing up and closing my book. "Try hanging upside down against your will, wishing you could get down and not wanting to be let down for fear of serious injury." They blinked at me, obviously confused.

"She's talking about us teasing her," spoke Remus, closing his book. "Actually, she's probably talking about yesterday." They still had no looks on their faces. "When we were teasing her," prodded Remus. Still nothing. I wish I could read minds. Then, I could hear the crickets chirp in their heads. Remus rolled his eyes and said, "Really, I know you know that I know that you are just faking those blank stares."

"Okay, so we get your point," said James.

"Doesn't mean we're going to stop," added Sirius.

"Yeah!" exclaimed Peter, who made the librarian come 'round again and scold us.

"I'm getting out of here before you all get me in trouble. Because, frankly, I can't afford to get in trouble. I'm a prefect," I stated, emphasizing the prefect part and looking pointedly at Remus. I gathered my books and placed them on their proper shelves, leaving them behind.

omg... this is painful to read. this is like the worst thing I've ever written... like ever. but I wrote this... ahem... Feb. 2006. I've gotten better, promise. I've actually finished this story, and will just post them up here as my beta returns them to me and I recheck them all. It goes through a drastic change towards the end, and I think you'll be able to tell when I picked up this story after almost a year not writing it. xD