"C'mon Prongsy-boy!" shouted Sirius Black. Three-fourths of the infamous Hogwarts prankster group, the Marauders, were sitting fireside downstairs in the Gryffindor Common Room, waiting for their fourth companion, James Potter.
"Sirius, are you sure you should be shouting up the staircase like that?" Peter questioned timidly. "What if a Prefect came downstairs? Or anybody else for that matter?" Peter Pettigrew was a short, slightly chubby boy with stringy blonde hair and watery blue eyes. His personality matched his appearance. He was timid, not quite as smart as the other boys when it came to their lessons, and all together, was quite slow.
Sirius took in Peter's plainly worried expression and paused, as if mulling the idea over. Remus rolled his eyes; he knew exactly what was coming next. It was getting tiring and he decided to stop Sirius before he gave Peter yet another lesson in what it meant to be a Marauder.
"Don't, Padfoot," he said quietly, but with finality in his tone.
Sirius shrugged and let it go; he wasn't about to go against Moony in the middle of the night. "Peter, we wouldn't have to worry about anyone coming down the staircase and telling us off because, one, we're the Marauders, two, I'm Sirius Black, and three, he's Remus Lupin, Prefect Extraordinaire. We're perfectly safe from harm. Even if Minnie came in to do a random check-up, I'd be able to persuade her to let us off the hook."
Sirius, as he was delivering his little speech, had literally puffed out his chest, making his cockiness visible. Even though he had reason to, with his dark blue eyes that, when combined with his boyish grin, made girls swoon, dark hair that some girls were actually jealous of him for, and his awesome six-foot-three fit physique, his friends really weren't up for witnessing Sirius's self-glorification routine.
"Peter's got a point you know," Remus pointed out. He had the least amount of restraint out of the Marauders when it came to raining on Sirius's parade, but perhaps he just wanted to make Peter feel better. Whatever the reason was, what he said next struck fear into Sirius's heart. "You may be able to scare off a student, fool a Prefect, and maybe even woo Minnie, but what about Lily?"
While Sirius and Peter are wincing in fear of what Lily might do should she discover them, we shall examine Remus, because he rocks so hard.
Remus smiled slightly as he watched his friends wince in what was obviously aftermath of the physical pain that Lily had caused them over the years. Luckily, Remus himself had no personal recollections. Remus Lupin was, quite evidently, Lily's favourite Marauder. He was the favourite of many other girls at Hogwarts as well. And, well, why not? He was on the tall side at six feet, quite fit, thanks to his position as Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team along with James and Sirius, really sweet, soft-spoken, rational, in the top five in all of his classes, and had haunted light blue eyes and longish brown-gold hair that gave pretty much every girl that came into contact with him an unexplained desire to pull on it.
Now that the author has released her irrational feelings for Remus, we shall return to the story.
At that moment, the fourth Marauder, James Potter, came flying down the staircase.
"What's doing?" asked James, running a hand through his hair.
The Marauders looked at James and turned to each other. They communicated through eye contact, leaving Remus to be their voice.
"What were you doing Prongs? You're half an hour late. And we all left the dorm at the same time."
"Well, I- ah, you see- I was, I was just-"
"Plotting more ways to stalk Lily?"
"N- No! Wormtail, no! Why-?"
"Making out with the strand of hair you yanked out of her head in first year?"
"Dude! That's not cool!"
"Yeah Sirius, he hasn't done that for at least three days!"
"Moony!"
The three Marauders roared with laughter. Well, Remus and Sirius roared. Peter kind of giggled and hiccupped and snorted at the same time. In any case, James didn't take too kindly to being laughed at. Quite frankly, despite whom he was friends with, he wasn't used to it.
Not that he had any reason to be. As Gryffindor's star Chaser, he was usually admired by his peers. After all, it's not hard to look up to the 5th year that is a part of the most infamous group of pranksters in Hogwarts history, stands at six-foot-one in his skivvies, and isn't afraid to parade around the Common Room in said skivvies to impress a certain green-eyed witch. The insanely sexy black hair and flashing hazel eyes don't exactly hurt this image of him either.
"Okay, now that we're all finished making James feel like doxy dung, can we get a flaming move on?" James grinned a little as he said it.
Sirius launched himself up from his place on the floor, kicking Peter in his face in the process. Remus smiled a little and went over to help the whimpering Peter stand up.
"And now, the quest," said Remus, completely serious.
"A journey dat do man must ever uderdake alode," added Peter, hand over mouth and nose.
"A mission on which no man must be left behind on," interjected James.
"Because if he is… there will be no source of food left at Hogwarts," said Sirius darkly.
"Onward, my good men!" Remus raised a fist.
"Do da pordrait of fruit!" squeaked Peter, meeting Remus' fist with his own.
"May the shadow of the night protect us." James solemnly joined Remus and Peter.
"May the hunger of our stomachs be satisfied," Sirius said, making the fourth fist.
A pause, and then-
"TO THE KITCHENS!"
A/N: I know, I know, I know. It's been a while. Where'd you go? Goodnight, goodnight. Say goodbye. All those songs and more describe you guys wondering what the hell I've been up to. Well, now I'm going to be a sophmore, and I'm not going to be dumb enough like I was last year (see Chapter One) to promise you that I'll update regularly. I'm just going to start writing again, and hopefully, you'll all review again. Deal? Deal.
