"Hold on tight Ms. Evans,"
"Blasted kids!" Filch wheezed, running after Lily and James.
"Get a life you bloody old toerag!" James yelled over his shoulder.
"James!" Lily scolded, slapping his arm.
"What, who said it wasn't true?" James said and the corners of Lily's mouth twitched.
"When I catch you I'll have you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons!" Filch screamed, and his cat, Mrs. Norris, let out a loud hiss.
"Come on, your turn to say something," James said to Lily.
"But, I can't!" Lily protested.
"Yes you can. After that outburst not 5 minutes ago, I know you have it in you," James said. Lily smiled weakly and looked over her shoulder at the grumpy caretaker.
"SHOVE A SOCK IN THAT HOLE ON YOUR FACE YOU CALL A MOUTH!" she shouted.
"We could work on that," James chuckled as Filch sent them death glares.
They ran for a few more minutes, with the usual cough and wheeze from Filch, or a nervous giggle from Lily.
"You're more despicable than Peeves!" Filch finally yelled.
"Hey, I haven't heard from Peeves in a while," James said thoughtfully, their robes still billowing behind them.
"PEEVES!" he shouted and the mischievous poltergeist appeared in front of them.
"Hello Mr. Prongs sir! How may I be of assistance?" Peeves asked, bending low. Peeves treated the Marauder's like royalty, but I guess they were in the pranking and mischief world. Lily giggled and Peeves turned to glare at her.
"What does Silly Lily want? Wee little Silly Lily is just a-" Peeves started.
"Peeves, don't say anything bad about Lily," James said and Peeves pouted.
"We need you to go hold up Filch for a moment," James continued.
"We?" Peeves said.
"I. I need you to do that," James corrected.
"Yes, Mr. Marauder Prongs sir!" Peeves saluted, bowed again, and floated over to where Filch was running towards James and Lily.
"Now, we have fun," James said, his eyes twinkling behind his huge glasses.