James flopped onto his bed face down. "My friends are idiots." He muttered into his pillow.

"Hey!" Peter cried from his own bed.

James sat up slowly. "Sorry Pete, not talking about you." Peter had his moments James thought, though that was besides the point. "Sirius and Remus." he clarified.

"What now?" Peter asked, recalling earlier events.

"After breakfast, I went down to the Quidditch pitch with Sirius. He scolded me once again about this morning and I told him it was all his fault" Peter laughed but James continued. "Told him if he told Remus how he felt I wouldn't have to tease him."

Peter laughed louder. " Forcing a half-naked Remus out of the bathroom to search for his clothes, is…" Peter scratched his head , with a puzzled look, "teasing him?"

James jumped up, making Peter jump, startled by his friends actions, and pointed a finger at Peter. "Exactly!" he shouted. "If he would stop pinning and just tell Remus how he feels I wouldn't have to come up with elaborate plans to force it out of him.

"Elaborate?" Peter raised a questioning eyebrow.

James crossed his arms and huffed as he sat back down on his bed. "Don't see you doing anything." he said.

Peter frowned a bit. "Maybe I don't feel the need to push the two together, maybe I don't think it's my business."

James narrowed his eyes at his friend. "You're just afraid of Sirius." he stated matter-of-factly.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well," he paused for a moment before continuing. "Maybe there's that too."

James rolled his eyes and fell backwards on his bed. "It's still Sirius' birthday, there's gotta be another gift we can get him to help him feel better about confessing his feelings to Remus."

Peter thought for a moment then spoke up quietly. "How about a poem?"

James narrowed his eyes at the canopy of his bed. "Sirius doesn't write poetry.

Peter shrugged despite knowing his friend couldn't see him. "Remus does." he pointed out.

James thought for a moment then sat up again. "What are you gettin' at?" he questioned, having an idea of what his friend was suggesting.

Peter beamed at James' interest. "I just thought we'd write a poem to Sirius from Remus, confessing his feelings, I mean," he scratched his head nervously. "We know Remus fancies Sirius just as much as Sirius fancies Remus, right?"

James smirked. "I don't think that's possible," he snorted. "But okay." Peter chuckled. James thought about Peter's plan and grinned widely. "You know what Pete" he began, catching Peter's eyes. "You're a genius!" James frowned again. "One problem, we don't know anything about poetry."

"Maybe Frank does." Peter suggested.

James shook his head. "No, but.." he thought for a moment. "Maybe that girl he's liked since second year, "Alice" he gestured with his hand. "Alice Somebody." He looked at Peter for help but Peter simply shrugged. "Doesn't matter," he waved it off. "Maybe Alice can help, could ask Evans but…" he trailed.

Peter smirked. "I think Franks' downstairs now, should I ask him to come up here?"

James smiled. "Yeah," he said before laughing. "That's a good boy Pete."

Peter narrowed his eyes. He didn't appreciate James talking to him like a dog.

James didn't seem to notice anything and simply laid back down with his hands behind his head. "Tell him to hurry to!" He called as Peter sighed and began towards the door. "We have a lot to do before lunch."

Peter was back up with Frank in tow within minutes. The three then sat around and began to discuss the new plan for Sirius' birthday.

James cocked an eyebrow at Frank. "So, you think you can get Alice to help us with the poem?"

Frank shrugged. "I think so but what do I tell her I need it for?"

"Just tell her you're helping a friend out, he needs some pointers." James straightened out his glasses. "Maybe she could write a sample."

Frank nodded. "She does love poetry."

James had to stifle a laugh when he saw the blush slowly cover his friends face. Frank got up to leave. "Oh," James said suddenly. "We need it in the next half hour."

Frank turned in surprise. "That soon?"

James nodded. "We'll need time to reword it and to figure who'll deliver it and I want the delivery done at lunch."

"Why?" Frank had a puzzled look on his face.

"Remus will be late to lunch and I think it's best to have it done when he's not around." James answered simply. "Besides this all has to happen before the party tonight."

Frank nodded in agreement. "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

Frank supposed James' reasoning made sense, he just hoped he could find Alice soon enough. For anyone else he would leave it be but Sirius was a friend and a dorm mate so he wanted to help. There was that of course, and the fact that Sirius's continuous moping because of feelings he thinks are unrequited is something he doesn't want to continue to see. "It just isn't a pretty picture" Frank thought, shaking his head. "It's too bad Remus doesn't notice, maybe Sirius does that on purpose."

Frank returned to the dorm room about ten minutes later, poem in hand. James jumped from his spot on the floor and grabbed the paper Frank handed him.

"What were you doing digging under Remus' bed?" Frank sent James a questioning look.

James looked up from the paper. "We have to re-write this and I know Remus' mum and dad sent him some fancy stationery for his birthday."

"Oh," Frank stated flatly. "I'll leave you two to it then."

"You're not helping?" James asked curiously.

Frank shook his head. "Promised some other friend I'd help them with a project due on Monday."

James frowned. "Some people," he thought, frustrated. "It's only Saturday, don't they know Sundays are school work days?"

"K, see ya later," he called as Frank walked out of the door.

After their dorm mate had left James and Peter had spent the next fifteen minutes rewriting Alice's' poem. James glanced once more at the parchment after they had decided the poem was satisfactory. "Looks good to me." he said proudly.

"Me too" Peter agreed. "How are we going to deliver it?

James shrugged. "I hadn't thought that part out."

"We can't do it and Frank would look suspicious too." Peter stated.

"How about an owl?" James didn't know if his idea would work but figured it was worth a try. "Can't use mine but we can use a school one."

"Works for me." Peter smiled happily. "I have a letter to deliver to my folks so I can bring this to the owlery too." he grabbed the poem, already sealed in an envelope.

"Uh, yeah," James ran a hand through his hair. "Sure." he smiled weakly at his friend. He felt his stomach turn as he watched Peter leave. He had a bad feeling this wasn't going to turn out well.

Upon seeing Peter walk in the Great Hall with a smile minutes after sending an owl off with the letter to Sirius, James' mind began to ease."Maybe this will go as planned after all" he thought.

Peter sat down next to James and soon after Sirius arrived and sat across from him. James smiled at him.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "What are you so happy about?"

"Always suspicious aren't we?" James said jokingly.

Sirius stared at him in disbelief for a moment. "With you?, yeah."

James placed a hand over his heart. "Siri, I'm hurt." he did his best to look offended.

"Don't call me that." Sirius narrowed his eyes at the other boy.

James shook his head at his friend and tsked. "You really don't care about my feelings do you?"

"Not really." Sirius deadpanned.

James frowned. "Now I really am hurt." he said to which Sirius merely laughed. He heard Peter laugh too right before he said, "Look!, someone's getting mail."

Seeing the owl on the weekend was an odd occurrence when most of the post came during the weekdays. It wasn't unheard of, of course, but still caused curious students to whisper and watch as the owl flew in and flew right past the Gryffindor table.

James watched the bird with a panic. He cast a glare towards Peter who stared at him with confusion. James watched as the bird dropped down, with what was clearly the envelope they had used for the poem, judging by the color, in front of Severus Snape at the Slytherin table. "No," James whispered. "No, no, no…" he trailed his silent pleading as he watched Snape pick up the envelope. He glared at a panic-stricken Peter. "What happened?" he mouthed.

Peter shrugged, with a guilty, slightly frightened look.

James ignored Peter knowing he had to think fast, trying to recover his voice he managed a fairly confident "Hmm," James turned his attention towards Sirius. "Who would send Snivellus a letter?"he asked in a snide and hopefully innocent tone. James didn't listen to Sirius' answer however as things went from bad to worse with Remus entering the Great Hall. He turned around as he heard footsteps behind him and paled when he realized Snape was coming their way the same time as Remus. He closed his eyes, raised his glasses up a bit to pinch the bridge of his nose and waited for the worst. He heard Peter squeak beside him.

Sirius noticed his friends odd behaviour and with eyes narrowed he asked, "What did you two do?" He didn't get an answer right away though as Remus sat down beside him.

Remus looked around from friend to friend. "What's going on?" he asked cautiously.

Before anyone could speak up a voice called from behind James. "Here's your letter back, Potter!" Severus Snape snapped. James cringed a bit a the tone of the other boy. "I have to admit that was pathetic even for you, as if I would believe that rubbish was from Lupin" He said coolly. James looked up at him. "Lupin wouldn't misspell so many words, especially simple ones like diamonds and sparkle." he sneered. Snape began to walk away then stopped and turned back to look at Remus. "You might want to consider finding new friends."

Once Severus was back at his table Remus grabbed the forgotten letter and read the poem. "What is this?!" he snapped at his friends.

James chanced a glance at the boy who was now standing and casting a murderous glare his way. He swallowed hard. "It wasn't suppose to go to Snape." he answered weakly.

Peter squeaked again.

"I don't care who it was supposed to go to!" Remus' voice raised causing a few more onlookers. "You're supposed to be my friend but all day you've made me part of your stupid jokes!" He slammed the parchment back down on the table, causing the three of them and a few others to flinch.

Remus leaned in towards James. James could feel the chill of Remus' breath on him, "I'll get you back for this." Remus' whispered, his voice was almost freighting. He straightened up, grabbed his stuff and walked away.

"I told you to leave it alone!" Sirius said with an icy tone to James, he had easily figured out who the letter had been for when he realized what it was.

James had felt his best friends' eyes burning a hole in him the whole time but just now turned to look at him. "I.." was all he got to say as he watched Sirius get up and go after Remus.

The hall had watched the whole scene but with Sirius' departure they turned their attention to other things. James turned his to Peter who took a moment to meet his eyes. "What happened?!" he snapped at the other boy.

Peter made a small noise in the back of his throat. "I tied the envelope to the owl, I began to say Sirius' name but there's a lot of dust up there and well," he began, a bit sheepishly. "I kind of, sort of,"

"Peter!" James snapped again, wishing his friend would get to the point.

Peter jumped. "I sneezed." he said quickly. "I sneezed while I said Sirius and it obviously sounded like Severus and the bird flew off before I could say Black I didn't think anything of it then figured it heard me clearly and I'm sorry." he finished in one breath. He inhaled deeply than exhaled slowly.

James shook his head. He didn't know what to say. He knew it was his fault for not going instead of Peter but, "It was one simple thing" he thought. Instead of saying anything he folded his arms on the table and put head down on them in exasperation, it was going to be a long day.