James was still depressed

James was still depressed. Sirius was still desperate for his plan to go on. As a matter of fact, as far as he was concerned, it was all systems go, plan full steam ahead. Just as soon as Remus said yes, the plan was already well on its way.

During Transfiguration, he started sending notes to Remus

(Remus Lupin- Italics

Sirius Black- Bold Underlined

Peter Pettigrew- Italics underlined)

Hey Moony

Sirius, I have no idea how exactly you have the confidence to send me notes, after you landed me and the whole class in detention with your crazy antics.

Easy, Moony, very easy. Anyway, will you help me with my brilliant plan to help old Jamsie-poo?

No. No. No. James is depressed, I agree, but you will not make him any better. You will only depress him even more.

You know, Moony, my old friend, I'm going to have to make you see that I, the great Sirius Black, am right, as always.

I quiver with fear. And I am not being sarcastic.

-sarcastic- That makes a nice change. –sarcastic-

Sirius, I really was beings serious solemn

You weren't being Sirius. I am Sirius. The great Sirius Jay Orion Bl-

Sirius, we know you.

Shhh, my good friend. Us conspirators must keep our secrets quiet from all narcissistic, sadistic, and evil Slytherins. And James.

What do you want us to do?

Peter! No, we cannot, and will not agree with him

Why not?

Because he will send everyone crazy with whatever he's planning.

But if we don't, what if he does something to us?

Then we'll do something back, won't we?

But, remember the last time we did that? I had a massive scar on my buttock and I couldn't sit for a week

Time heals. We can't help it if-Why's he just sitting there.

I dunno

That's not normal for Sirius, is it? He's usually the one telling us to liven up and stop sitting so dully. That is seriously not normal (no pun intendedJ)

This is Sirius we're talking about. He's not normal. The minute he tries to act normal he's sue to be up to something.

Hmmmm…

I'm back. I'm sure you missed me.

Funnily enough, I don't think we did.

Wormy, my boy, you missed me didn't you. (I'd think about your buttock, if I were you. And the other one)

We did. Course we did. We could not not miss you.

Now, Wormy, are you going to help me (Think about your buttock)

Can we steer the conversation from Peter's buttock? Not exactly the best topic, if you ask me.

But, no one was asking you, so shut up. Peter?

I'll help. I must be crazy.

It is good to be crazy. Remy-poo?

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

I kind of get the point.

No, you don't. not yet, anyway.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!

Believe me, Remus. What I am about to do will make you agree. And then I'll do it every lesson, if you don't.

That's blackmail

Shut up, and be glad you still have your buttock.

Despite myself, I am vaguely intrigued

Sirius pulled out his wand. He pointed it first at Remus, then at Peter, and muttered something. Then at himself.

Peter and Remus stared at one another in shocked and slightly amused horror.

Their faces were bright red. They were blushing, both due to nature and the charm.

"Sirius-"

Sirius pointed at Professor McGonagall (with his wand), and suddenly, her desk turned into a rubber chicken.

She stood up furiously, her mouth a grim line. "Who did this? I want them to own up now!" Her eyes fell on Sirius, Remus and Peter, who all were bright red. "It was you? Mr. Lupin, I expected better from you. You all have detention with me for a month."

Remus glared at Sirius. "I'll help."