Peter was confused. This was nothing new, of course. Usually at least one of the other Marauders was being very confusing. But all three of them? This was too much.
They were all being so…. Depressed. Usually he could count on Remus to be a bit depressed, but he was allowed to. He hadn't thought Sirius had been such a Quidditch fan, but Gryffindor losing to Slytherin probably explained how mopey James was being. And, the full moon wasn't for another two weeks. What was going on?
He walked into the dormitory he and his three best friends shared. They were each sitting on their own beds, looking absolutely miserable. He started with James.
Walking over to the foot of the bed, he asked, "James, why're you so depressed?" James looked up, his hazel eyes narrowed.
"Because, unless Hufflepuff beats Slytherin, which'll never happen, Gryffindor's out of the running for the Quidditch cup!" He exclaimed, and then dropped his head back on the pillows. Peter nodded – he had been expecting this after all. He moved on to Sirius.
"What about you, Padfoot?" he asked. Sirius didn't even look up from where his head was on the white fluffy pillow.
"Regulus was the one that tied the game. Regulus! My good-for-nothing, smarmy, stupid brother! He caught the Snitch!" Sirius finished with a rude hand gesture that Peter assumed was directed at the Slytherin dungeons, several floors below Gryffindor tower.
"And what about you, Remus?" he asked. Peter hadn't really been watching the game, but Remus wasn't one to get worked up over a Quidditch match.
"So after Regulus caught the Snitch, we were tied, and stupid Lucius Malfoy scored the winning goal," Remus mumbled.
"You mean Luscious Mouthful?" Sirius asked, a glimmer of his usual cheer coming into his grey eyes. Remus just snorted.
"Yeah, so?" James asked from the other side of the room, "I didn't think you had anything against Mouthful, Remus."
"Yeah, except who came rushing down to give him a freaking victory kiss?" Remus asked, and then dropped back onto the pale gold sheets. Sirius scrunched up his nose, thinking hard, then gasped.
"Man, you've got to stop liking my cousin. She's freaking awful," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. Peter was completely baffled.
"Who?" he asked. Sirius made a face.
"Narcissa, of all people," he said. James laughed out loud and sat up.
"You like Narcissa Black?" he questioned.
"You like Lily Evans?" Remus asked in the same incredulous voice.
"Well, yeah. She's nice, she's beautiful, she's a Gryffindor, and, she knows I exist," James finished, shrugging.
"Yeah. My cousin fits none of those things. She's evil, she's a Slytherin, and I don't think she would know who I was talking about you mentioned yourself, Moony. Sorry," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. Peter's eyes widened, finally catching on.
"The blonde?" He asked, "Cissy?" Sirius nodded absentmindedly.
"Blimey, she's pretty," Peter said.
"Obviously," Remus said, sticking his tongue out at Sirius, who just rolled his eyes.
"So that's why you're all depressed?" Peter asked, returning to his original mission.
"Yeah," they chorused.
"Well, they've got leftover cake for breakfast downstairs and I figured, if you all stay up here…" he was cut off by three blurs passing him. He smiled.
It was funny how cake could do away with depression, wasn't it?