So I have a new story! It's not long, and it's not a coherent story but I like it all the same. These are some moments from the life of the marauders and ... well I don't think you need any more description. Just go ahead and read it :) Won't take very long anyway. And after that you may press the 'go' button and leave a nice little review for me. :) Enjoy!


10.05.1976, 14:34, Gryffindor common room

Pen

„Gosh! What's that?!"

„This, my friend, is a thing called ‚pen'. You can use it for writing."

"But why should somebody use such a fragile thing for writing?"

This made Remus laugh out loud.

"So you wanna tell me that a quill is less fragile than a pen??"

"Why, yes. A pen's made of plastic."

Sirius flung himself in the chair next to them, looking surprised.

"You know what plastic is, James?"

"Yeah, well, mum told me once. She used to have a plastic spoon. It has to be very fragile because the spoon broke when she tried to make one of her potions."

Remus and Sirius looked at each other.

"You really know your stuff, James."