James didn't like the library very much. The librarian always hissed at him to be quiet, there were hardly any pranks to pull, and he couldn't even eat in there! They were trying to torture him, James was certain of that. He rolled his quill between his fingers, trying to pass the time. McGonagall told him to be at the library early, and he supposed that his mentor hadn't gotten the early memo.

James stretched, yawning and laying his head on the library table. He was so damn bored. What was this "mentor" of his suppose to do, anyway? Was she supposed to tutor him, or encourage him to act like a perfect little gentleman? Because if that was the case, the latter would never happen. Ever. James was going to have fun with this "mentor". Meaning she'd probably be washing slime out of her clothes for a few weeks.

As James was pondering what color the slime he would dump on his mentor should be, a pile of books plopped onto the table near his arms. He lifted his gaze from the books to the second year before him. She had long, straight chocolate-brown hair that fell a little past her shoulders. A small hair clip held her bangs back from her fair-skinned face. Her eyes were a light green. Not emerald green like Evans'. No, more like a soft grassy green with flecks of brown in them.

"Hey," she greeted, sitting down. She didn't seem very mentor-y at all. She didn't seem like she really wanted to be here, either, for that matter.
"Hey," James responded, repressing a raised eyebrow, "You're Viola, right?"

"Violet," she corrected him, resting her chin in her hands, "And you're James." James grinned, sitting back in his chair and ruffled his hair with his hand,

"That's m'name. Don't wear it out." Violet nodded, and stretched her arms, yawning.
"Well," she began, "I didn't actually volunteer for this. McGonagall told me about it and she said she'd give me extra credit if I did it, and I wasn't going to say no. She said she was desperate. Really, I don't care if you're a problem student or not, but we'll just say we made progress. Deal?"

James was surprised to say the least. He was expecting a goody-two-shoes who was going to correct his posture within the first seven seconds of greeting him. Not this at all. She just didn't seem to care, and James certainly understood that.

"But what if I want to improve, Violet? What if the only thing I care about in this dull world is to be a boring, polite, perfect goody-two-shoes?" James prompted, "What if I wanna be just like...erm...that one guy who's a huge teacher's pet? He's in Hufflepuff, and his face looks kinda like a foot?"

Violet quirked her eyebrow,
"Ted Tonks?"
"No, no! More foot face-y." Violet pursed his lips in thought, and then asked,
"Amos Diggory?"

"That's the one!" James exclaimed, snapping his fingers and pointing at her. He earned a hiss from the librarian to be quiet and a snicker from Violet. He grinned, soaking in the attention, and not caring whether it was positive or negative. Violet looked to James, and questioned,

"How does Amos Diggory's face look like a foot?"

"It just does! I mean, if you just...hang on..." James squished his cheeks in odd directions, and tried to make himself look like foot-face. "See? Don't I look like Amos Diggory and his foot-face?"

"No, you look like a moron with squished cheeks."

"Hey, hey, hey. Close enough."

Violet shook her head, and rolled her eyes at James. She looked like she was going to say something else when the library doors swung open. In sprinted Sirius, his robes flying behind him and he was carrying a backpack full of toilet paper and what appeared to be fireworks. James hopped to his feet as Sirius ran in his direction. Sirius shouted,

"You better love me for rescuing you, Potter!" Violet backed away from the table as Sirius jumped on top. James got up beside him, not even questioning that what was about to happen was going to be an awesome prank. Sirius threw the rolls of toilet paper around the library, and James took some from the backpack and began throwing them around as well. Some of them covered bookshelves, and others didn't make it past the chairs. Violet ducked down and avoided a flying roll of toilet paper that was flung in her direction.
Frank Longbottom bounced—yes, bounced—in through the door, drenched in water and his ankles hexed together.
"Sirius!" he called, struggling to avoid falling over

James and Sirius shot a look at each other and dove off the table. The librarian was already summoning a professor, and Violet had gone to help Frank. Sirius took out the firework, and tapped it with his wand. It shot into the library ceiling and burst open into sparkles that spelled out:
"THE MARAUDERS WERE HERE!" James hooted and hollered, while Sirius continued to set off more fireworks. Instead of just messages and sparkles, some animals burst from the magical fireworks as well. It was mostly pigeons that seemed to always have the need to defecate all over the place. The entire library was in chaos, and James and Sirius had never looked more proud. James folded his arms and looked on in approval,

"Sirius, I love us."

"I do, too, James. I do, too."
Unfortunately, that couldn't be said for the whole room. Professor Slughorn opened the door, his eyes wide as saucers, and called out to the half of the Marauders across the library,

"Merlin's beard! James, Sirius! What have you boys done?"
Sirius abandoned the backpack, and made a run for the door,

"Times' up, mate!" he called over his shoulder. James turned on his heel, and threw the door open.
"James, wait!" Violet called to him. James paused for half a second, looking to Violet. Sirius' hand lashed out and snatched James' wrist.

"Cooties, James! No time, let's go!" and the young Marauders sprinted down the hall, leaving their mentors behind in the mess that remained of the library.