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Note Writers-

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew (Die Rat Die)

Lily Evans

Chapter One: History of Magic Class

I'm bored. I've never been so bored. There's NOTHING to do!

You could always study, Padfoot.

But I don't like to study, Remmie-poo.

Fine then, I won't let you use my notes when you need to study for the NEWT.

But Wormtail's doing it this time.

What am I doing?

Apparently you're supposed to be taking notes.

What!?

Oh yeah, I forgot.

FORGOT!? YOU IDIOTIC EXCUSE FOR A PERSON! HOW COULD YOU FORGET!? HOW THE BLOODY HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO STUDY FOR OUR EXAMS IF WE DON'T HAVE OUR NOTES!?

Calm down, Sirius, It's not like it's going to matter in the long run. It's not like it's a matter of life or death.

Yeah, but he just messes almost everything up. Sometimes I wonder why he's even part of the Marauders.

I heard all that, Sirius.

Yeah, well, you can't deny that it's true. Isn't that right, Prongs?

Prongs?

Hello?

Anyone home?

JAMES TRISTAN POTTER! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

What? I wasn't doing anything. What did you need me for?

I need you to back me up, Prongs. And please, for the rest of our sakes, refrain from staring at Lily Evans during class.

I can't help it, Padfoot. Evans is just, well, mesmerizing.

And she hates you. Utterly and completely hates you.

She doesn't hate me.

In first year, she pushed you into the lake and tried to convince the giant squid to eat you.

It was only because she said that it looked hungry.

She could have just fed it some crumbs, rather than you. In second year, she charmed you so that whenever anyone said "sit down," you would start ballet dancing, and whenever anyone said "be quiet," you would sing some song about dresses from some musical. What was it again, Moony?

"My Strongest Suit" from Aida. In third year, she stole all your clothes, and made you give a report in Transfiguration in your teddy bear pajamas.

It was a great prank, totally mortifying. And proved how you were a bit, um, behind the maturity level of everyone else.

I was thirteen!

I rest my case. Anyway, in fourth year she cast a charm that made all of the owls think that you were a mouse. Don't you still have scars from that?

That's beside the point.

No, it's not. In fifth year she spent the entire year thinking of ways to refuse to go out with you, culminating in telling the entire school that she would rather go out with the giant squid than with you.

She meant it fondly!

Right, prongs. You just keep telling yourself that. In sixth year, she told Kylie Midgeon, the ugliest and dumbest girl in school, that you were madly in love with her, and Kylie spent the entire year chasing after you.

It was… I…

And then there were all those times that she got you in trouble by some prank she played.

Like what?

Like when she put a potion in Snivellus's pumpkin juice that made him sing "I Will Survive" to Lucius Malfoy, with full disco moves.. You got three months detention with Filch for that one.

She didn't want me to get caught intentionally.

Yeah, she did. I could see the joy in her eyes. Give it up, Prongs. She hates you.

No she doesn't! I can get her to go out with me!

How?

My ruggedly handsomeness?

What ruggedly handsomeness?

My witty conversation?

Prongs, you have about as much wit as a three month old turkey sandwich with overripe lettuce and spoiled mayonnaise.

That's not how you're supposed to eat them?

No, Wormtail, you're supposed to cover them with grimy worms first.

Oh, I'll have to try that.

As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted! My next attribute is my intelligence.

Evans is beating you in all your classes, except for transfiguration. I believe she once said that you have the intelligence of a hyper pink poodle in a hair salon.

When was that?

When he asked her out for the four hundred eighty second time.

No, she said he has the intelligence and memory span of a goldfish fetus.

No, she never said anything that insulting!

Yeah, she did.

Whatever. Next, my quidditch skills.

Doesn't she hate quidditch?

No, she just hates watching prongsie boy. She's dating a quidditch player right now.

WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

You didn't know? Wow, you must be as dumb as Evans says.

Shut up, Pettigrew, before I beat you into a thousand tiny pieces.

Violence is not the answer.

Moony…

It's not. And Lily is dating a Hufflepuff named Amos Diggory.

WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Calm down prongs. It's not like it's going to turn out to be anything important. Go back to naming your "attributes."

Fine. My adorably messy hair.

She hates that almost as much as she hates your "abnormally enlarged head"

My popularity.

She's just as popular as you are, if not more.

My… my…. My fan club.

She has one too. It's made up of ¾ of the guys in school.

Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that.

She doesn't hate me, I swear she doesn't hate me.

Hey, Evans, could I ask you a question?

That depends.

On what?

On if that question involves me going out with that blemished, flawed, insufferable, abhorrent, despicable, odious, vile, repugnant, detestable, loathsome excuse for a person that you refer to commonly as your best friend.

No, but you described him perfectly to the letter.

Fine then, what do you want?

I was just wondering if you actually hated James.

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See Prongs, I told you so.

Shut up.

Fine then. I told you that she hated you.

I don't care. I still think I can get her to go out with me by the end of the year.

Normal or Academic?

Academic. I know I've got mad skills, but they're not anywhere near good enough to do it that fast.

Fine, I will bet you 25 galleons.

Very well, I accept your wager.

Gasp! Oh the cliché ness. I know that the whole notes thing has been done before, as has the bet, but I decided I wanted to try and see if I could put a little twist on it all.

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