It was the usual Saturday morning, everone sleeping in, snoozing away in their beds.
Except for Sirius.
"James, James, James. Prongs, Prongs, Prongs. Potter, Potter, Potter. Prongsie, Pro-"
"WHAT?"
"Hi," Sirius said with a school girl grin, then racing back to his bed.
"We are not going through this again, Padfoot," Remus muttered into his pillow.
"He practically got Spell-Happy last time, and nearly cursed my ear off!" Peter whined from his bed.
"Don't judge me! I try to be normal, but it doesn't work out!" Sirius protested.
"Define normal…" Remus said, propping himself up on one elbow.
"Nah, I don't want to go get a dictionary," Sirius smirked.
Rolling his eyes, James flopped back down onto his bed.
Then, without warning, and noise, Sirius was jumping up and down on James' bed, shouting.
"JAMES! JAMES JAMES! LET'S GO OUTSIDE! I WANNA GO OUTSIDE! LET'S GO OUT SIDE! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!" Sirius shouted, jumping.
"HE'S LOST HIS MIND!" Peter shrieked under the covers.
"He can't loose what he never had," Remus pointed out as James' leg was being so brutally beaten by Sirus' heel.
"GET-OFF-MY-BED-BEFORE-I-MURDER-YOU!" James said with each bounce.
"INCARCEROUS!" Remus finally shouted, paired with "Silencio", as he was able to get his wand as Sirius was now a squirming bundle on the edge of James' bed, about to tip off.
"All hail Moony!" James said, throwing his hands up as Sirius squirmed.
"I seriously doubt that's going to keep him," Peter shrugged.
"Shuddup, it will. Prongs, help me get him back in his bed," Remus said, liftng up Sirius' wrists as james pulled his ankles.
They lifted him up, and swung him on the bed, still squirming.
"We're keeping him in the closet next time…"