Minerva McGonagall knew something was up when the first thing that greeted her in the breakfast hall is Peter Pettigrew asking her who would she go with at the Yule ball.

"The headmaster of course Mr. Pettigrew. why in the world do you ask?"

Peter's face was fallen "I...i would have love to bbbbbbe your date."

the boy said meekly as he walked away.

Later in between her classes with Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, Remus Lupin with his hand shoved inside his pocket came to her and sang her an old scottish love song, as if it wasnt embarrassing enough, the child is wearing a shirt with words flashing in it, it says "Be my date professor mcgonagall."

and, to add insult to the injury, Lupin is determined to wear it all day.

The biggest blow came when James Potter with his broom flew around during the afternoon quidditch match shooting fireworks that spells "You teach Transfiguration. I want to date you on the Christmas Celebration"

all eyes fell to her and she just sat there rigidly praying that anyone knock the boy in his broom. Not that she want him to fall to his death but just jiggle it a bit.

Too bad Albus isnt there to witness all the crazy antics, he seems to enjoy every Marauder pranks there is.

The final and definetely the worst/best is when Sirius Black as the substitute quiditch announcer boomed "How dare you Potter! You know I am in love with her! How could you? We are over Potter!"

Minerva stomped her way to the staff room, looking aggravated but with a smile tugging at the corners of her well trained thinned lips tightly shut together.

she slumped on her green oversized chair, and since the emptiness of the room is glaring, she let out a hearty laugh.

"What seems to be amusing you today Minerva?"

"What in Merlins Beard are you doing behind that bloody curtain Albus?!"

"Spying on the Marauders,, come, come..these boys are up to something."

Minerva despite her own bearings slowly made it to the window behind the curtain and saw 4 boys with different things in hand.

Remus Lupin with a bouquet of red roses, James Potter the cheeky bugger with stalks of lillies in hand, Peter Pettigrew with chocolate frog and of course, the pain in the ass Sirius Black has a bowl of cat food in hand and a devilish smirk in his rough boyish face.

"And they seem to be heading here Minerva..Minerva? Minerva? Where are you going?"