A/N: Voila! Chapter 7, where we finally get to meet new characters, and Hogwarts' Rumour Train!

Chapter 7: Quintin, Quidditch, and Bad Conversation Starters

James, Sirius, and Remus made their way back to the common room, only to be greeted by Peter, who was just outside the portrait hole.

"Hey Pete," James said, going up to the chubby boy. "What are you doing here?"

"I, sorry guys. I just, kinda, like, forgot the password."

James forced himself not to look back, where Sirius was biting his lip to prevent laughing and Remus was forcing the corners of his lips to face downward.

"It's okay Pete, the password was complicated," James said, putting his arm around Peter. "It's tiddly wigs. How was History of Magic?"

Sirius and Remus burst into the portrait hole, stuffing their face into pillow, laughing like maniacs.

"How…could he…forget the…password?" Sirius said between laughs.

"I don't know…It was hilarious when…he…apologized," Remus said, breaking into laughter.

James stared down and Sirius and Remus.

"Okay guys, that's enough. Peter had to go to the loo, so he waited outside the common room," James paused while Sirius and Remus laughed even harder. "Okay guys, stop laughing. You don't treat a friend this way."

It took a few more seconds for Sirius and Remus to stop laughing, but they managed it.

"When Pete comes back, we're gonna go to dinner."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, "You shouted at us to tell us that?"

James threw his hands up in the air exasperatedly. "You get more cheeky when you're hungry! Why can't you be a normal person and get frustrated when you want food?"

"Wait, so you want us to be frustrated?" Remus asked, smirking.

"No! Just, AUGH!"

Remus caught Sirius' eye and started to chuckle. Sirius gave a wink at Remus before slowly walking up to James and resting his arm against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, James, mate. I'm sorry you can't be as perfect as me."

"Yeah…It's – HEY!" James said, pushing Sirius' arm around his shoulder and tackling him to the ground. "That was so cheap! UNFAIR!"

Remus chortled when he saw James chuckling and Sirius laughing with tears of mirth streaming down his face.

Peter walked into the common room. "Alrighty, I'm read – what's going on?"

Sirius and James laughed even harder and Remus tried to regain his composure.

"Er…" Peter said. "Is it about me?"

Remus tightened his lips and shook his head.

"Alright…is it – do I even want to know?"

"No, probably not. It's not that funny. Sirius insulted a grumpy James, who nearly fell for it. That's all."

"Oh."

Sirius finally got off of James and brushed himself off.

"I'm hungry," Sirius said.

"That's putting in bluntly," James said. "I'm famished! Come on! Hurry up! We're the only ones in the common room! I want food!"

Peter patted his stomach eagerly in agreement. So, the four boys went out of the common room and made their way to the Great Hall. Remus followed, slightly behind the boys. He was not quite as hungry as everyone else, but hungry nonetheless.

As they neared closer to the Great Hall, Remus started to hear murmuring:

"The first detention's out!"

"Who got it?"

"A troublemaker, that's for sure."

"From McGonagall."

"First detention!"

"Some Gryffindor first year."

"Potter or Black?"

"No one knows."

Remus grimaced as he wondered how word had got out that the first detention was out. It wasn't as if the professors announced who got the first detention, like a bloody award. He didn't want the first detention! It should have gone to Sirius!

"Right Rems?" James asked, looking back at Remus.

Remus jumped.

"Aw, Remmy, whatcha been thinkin' 'bout?" Sirius asked with a gleam in his eye.

"Huh?" Remus said.

Peter laughed, but Sirius and James knelt down to Remus.

"What's wrong, mate?" James asked.

"Nothin'…" Remus said, his eyes darting back and forth between his two friends.

James gaped at Remus and stepped back. Sirius just stared.

"What?" Remus asked, starting to look worried. What if they had seen the wolf lurking behind his eyes?

"You didn't correct my grammar," Sirius said slowly. "And you butchered the English language."

"How?" Remus said, widening his eyes.

"You said 'nothin''. Are you sure you're okay?" Sirius asked, worry filling his eyes.

"Oh that!" Remus said, chuckling nervously. "It's nothing, just worried about my detention."

"Oh yeah," James said. "Little Rems don't know how to handle a Howler, I forgot. Perfect Remus."

Remus stared in front in panic, remembering the Howler.

"Don't tell me you forgot again, Remmy!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Wow," Peter said. "For someone who was trying so hard to memorize a schedule with no pattern, he sure has a bad memory. Even I remember, and I wasn't even there! You sure had me fooled, Remus. I honestly thought you had a good memory!"

James and Sirius laughed, and Remus gave a weak smile.

"Oops?"

Laughing, the James and Sirius pushed Remus into the Great Hall, while Peter led the way, doing an odd march while humming a tune. When they walked into the Hall, everyone stared. Suddenly, a girl ran up to them, around sixth year, and started to ask questions.

"What is this, some sort of grand entrance for the troublemakers? Ooh, we all know about the first detention, don't gape at me like that! Which of you did it? Was it you Potter? Or you, Black? How d'you feel about all this?"

James and Sirius looked at one another and glanced at Remus, who determinedly looked at the Gryffindor table. Remus started to walk towards the table, dragging Peter along with him.

"Don't feel shy!" the girl said, grinning widely.

"Er…"

"Erm…"

"Oh I get it," the girl continued, with a sly wink. "You both got the detention! Oh, just wait until I tell my friends! They were all betting on which one of you did it!"

With that, the girl ran off. James and Sirius looked at each other, clearly judging the girl, before making their way to the table across from Remus and Peter.

"Remmy, it seems as if you are famous," Sirius said, grabbing food.

"I'm not famous. The detention is," Remus said wisely, his eyes wide.

Before James or Sirius could reply to that, a boy sat down next to them.

"Hey, I'm Quintin Blake! I'm a fifth year. And Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, I play beater."

Remus caught eyes with Peter, and they both tried not to laugh. James and Sirius looked at the boy, amused.

"Well, hello, I'm James Potter, this is Sirius, and that's Remus, and Peter…" James said, pointing to each of the boys respectively.

"Oh, you didn't need to introduce yourself James!" the boy said, grinning widely, and speaking rather quickly. "The newest generation of pranksters, that's what you all are known as. I hear McGonagall is furious with the fact she got the pranksters. You see, last year, she had a break, but the year before that, ooh, Fabian and Gideon Prewett, two twins, just graduated. They never gave her a spare moment! And my four older brothers claimed that there were no better pranksters than the Prewett twins when they were in school. And now you four come along, and cause more trouble than they did!"

"Obviously," James said, arrogance taking over as he ran his hand threw his hair. "I mean, this is James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew you're talking to. I am the greatest prankster to walk this planet."

"Oh shut up, Jamesie!" Sirius said, and James glared. "I am the greatest prankster, as I happened to have the first prank which involved pranking the guy who calls himself the greatest prankster."

Quintin shook his dark brown hair. "I'd say all of you are the best, but I mean the first detention! The best pranksters only get that."

James and Sirius looked at each other, not amused.

"I'm sure you've been asked this only a hundred times since you've walked in, making your grand entrance at that, but is it true? Gryffindor first years getting the first detention?"

"It's true," James said, sighing. "But we haven't been asked this question a hundred times. You're only number two."

"Oh really?" Quintin asked, shocked. "Well, then again, I shouldn't be. The girl who tackled you as soon as you walked in? That's Rita Skeeter. A gossip queen, you shouldn't tell her anything you want to remain secret. Comes to conclusions rather quickly at that. She's been telling everyone you two got it, together. I just had to see if the rumours were true! You, James Potter and Sirius Black, got the first detention of 1971!"

"Well…"

"Er…"

Quintin furrowed his brow. "Is this the response you gave Rita?"

Remus put his head down on the table, blushing furiously.

"Well…no."

"No?"

"It went more like this," James said, grinning.

"Er…"

"Erm…"

Quintin laughed. "You two really are quite the pranksters! But the fact you two said that doesn't really give the me the vibe that the two of you got the detention together. So, who got it?"

"Er…"

"Erm…"

"It wasn't me or James," Sirius said, glancing towards Remus, who had started to bang his head against the table.

Quintin widened his eyes and glanced towards Remus.

"Him?"

"Yup," James said, nodding his head proudly as if it were all because of him. "Remus Lupin here has got the first detention of 1971."

Remus hit his head more furiously against the table.

"NO WAY!" Quintin exclaimed, standing up. "Lemme go announce this!"

"Nooooo…" Remus moaned, still hitting his head against the table.

"Wait, Blake!" Sirius called, a devious grin crossing over his face. "Before you announce this, surely you want to know how the first detention came to be given!"

"Sirius…"

Quintin stopped and sat back down where he was sitting. Remus continued groaning. James looked towards Sirius, and then to Quintin, whose eyes were filled with curiosity. Peter, however, continued to watch Remus hitting his head against the table.

"You know, Remus," Peter said. "You're going to hurt yourself really badly if you keep hitting your head."

"That's the point!" Remus said, although stopping hitting his head against the table for a few seconds.

"No, I don't think you shout hurt yourself. Nuh uh. Not a good idea."

Remus groaned as he thought the better of hitting his head against the table.

"My head hurts…"

"Well, I warned you!" Peter said brightly.

Remus looked up at Peter, and then to Quintin, who was eagerly staring at Remus.

"Look," Quintin said. "I know I said the first detention goes to the best prankster, but…I dunno if this boy looks very prankster material." Remus glared at Quintin, while Sirius, James, and Peter looked confused. "Might lose his temper a few times, but nothing passed that."

Sirius snickered, "He's got the makings of a prankster. All he needs is James and me to fix him up—"

"—James and I," Remus corrected, glaring at Sirius.

"Yeah, that, and then he'll be excellent. Knows some curses already," Sirius said. "But now, Remus put a full body bind on me in history."

"But Binns doesn't give detentions!" Quintin exclaimed. "In fact, he never looks up at the students!"

"No," James said. "Binns didn't give a detention. Instead, Remus and I – see Rems, I'm a good person – had to go find someone who knew the countercurse. But unfourtunately, we ran into Minnie."

"Minnie?"

"McGonagall, sorry."

"You call her Minnie?"

"Well I don't, not in her face, it's just quicker to say. ANYWAY, Minnie said she'd give a detention to the person who did commit said crime. Remus figured this would be a good time to show cheek, because he owned up to his crime and called McGonagall…er…what did you call her?"

Remus glared at James, although he gave a small smile.

"I called her Miss Minnie Mouse."

Quintin nearly fell off his chair in laughter.

"No way! I didn't expect that! Coming from you! From the cartoon, right?"

"Er, yeah…" Remus said, blushing.

"AWESOME! See, I'm muggle born, in case you're wondering. Brilliant! They're right, you are a prankster deep down. Lemme go tell everyone! Most people betted on Potter and Black, sorry, James and Sirius, but a couple of people betted on you. No one would've guessed in this way, though! Oh, you boys'll make Hogwarts fun around here!"

"Yeah…" Remus said, his cheeks going more red.

"Aww, Remus is proud!" James said.

"Yeah," Sirius said. "You see here, though, Quintin, Remmy is a little down. Because Minnie said that she'd be writing to his parents, and this means Remmy'll be getting a Howler tomorrow!"

"OH!" Quintin said, grinning. "That explains it! Anyway, see you around, hopefully, by the Quidditch pitch?"

"Sure," James said, and Quintin nodded before hurrying off.

"Ah," Sirius said, sighing. "Finally I shall eat. Oh and Remmy?"

Remus looked towards Sirius.

"Oh look, you respond to the name!"

Remus glared at Sirius and then looked away.

"Oh, no no, Remmy, get back here, Remus?"

Remus turned back to face Sirius, giving a small nod.

"You know how you said that the detention is famous, not you? I think Mr Blake has taken good care of that. Everyone's staring at you. Don't do anything stupid."

Remus groaned as he looked around and prepared himself to bang his head against the table.

"No!" Sirius said. "Don't do anything stupid. Just eat your food."

James nearly choked on his pumpkin juice when he saw Remus' face. Peter chose not to look at Remus' face for fear of laughter. So he continued to eat his food. Sirius continued to glance up towards Remus and back to his food. Remus' face didn't change.


"That Quintin bloke just wouldn't stop talking, now would he?" James said, pacing the length of the fireplace. "I mean, it was funny, the way he sat down next to me, but still. And the odd looks I was getting from Evans, as if it were my fault. Although, he's Quidditch captain, he must be doing something right. All that talking, perhaps it's serving him well. But I won't deny it's downright annoying…"

"Hypocrite," Remus muttered, and Sirius laughed.

"My thoughts exactly."

"Excuse me?" James asked, glaring at the two of them.

"It's just hypocritical. You claim it's annoying when he talks to much, but you seem to remind me just of him. Anyway, I want to do my homework, you seem to be making it very difficult for me…"

"Prat," James muttered. "Stop doing your homework. Come talk to me!"

"I'm almost done, calm down, James."

"Fine then, be that way…you know Peter's copying down your answers, right?"

"Yeah…Look, James, I have to finish my homework, because I am dog tired."

"Dog tired?" Sirius repeated, laughing. "Dog? Why would anyone relate themselves to a dog?"

"And you, Sirius?" James said, honing in towards Sirius. "You're not doing homework! You talk to me!"

Sirius sighed. "Sure thing, boss."

James smirked, "So I'm the boss now?"

Sirius widened his eyes. "NO, NO, you can't be the boss! IT'S A FIGURE OF SPEECH!"

"Okay, okay, chill!" James said, panicking. "Don't be so loud. Rems is going to freak!"

"I heard that!" Remus said, smirking, eager to add trouble for James.

"Ugh, now look what you did!" James said, groaning.

"That's right," Remus said, laying his homework aside. "You stole my line…"

"Bugger…" James said, backing away as Remus pulled out his wand threateningly. "Sirius, help…I wasn't supposed to bother him, but…ya know…"

"Nope," Sirius said, smirking.

"Bugger, bugger…" James said, reaching for his wand.

"Don't pull your wand out," Remus said, menacingly.

James started to cower under the smaller boy's glare.

"Sorry…forgive me…I don't know any spells yet, see…surely you'd want an honourable duel?"

At last, Remus couldn't keep a straight face any longer, and Sirius muffling his laughter with pillows alongside Peter was not helping. He burst into laughter and fell to the ground upon his knees.

"Your face…so sincere…you didn't…think…I'd…your face…wand…" Remus gasped.

James narrowed his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Of course I was nervous, you know hexes, I know none. I wouldn't back out of the fight though. I was only acting."

"Yeah, yeah," Sirius muttered in the background.

"It's your fault, Sirius!"

Remus gasped, "You stole my line. Again."

"Sorry," said James, flopping down onto a couch. "So, you all done your homework?"

"Yeah."

"Me too!" Peter said excitedly.

"Great," Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

The four of them sat in silence. Until, that is, Peter decided to break it.

"So…let's talk!"

Remus burst into laughter while James and Sirius just looked at Peter oddly.

"What?" Peter asked, completely oblivious to what he had done.

That set James off. Sirius looked at Peter.

"That, Pete, has got to be the worst conversation starter I have ever heard."

"Why? I think it's good. It's simple and gets the point across."

"Peter!" Remus said, laughing even harder.

"What?" Peter said angrily.

"Hey, calm down Pete," Sirius said. "Just, please, do not start a conversation like that again. Just…no. Just no. You don't do that. Either bring up a topic, or don't bother breaking the silence."

"Oh. Okay."

Aside from a few sniggers from James and Remus, they sat in silence again. Until Peter had an 'aha' moment.

"My conversation starter wasn't that bad!"

The three boys looked up, startled.

"W-what?" James asked, seriously concerned for the boy's mental health.

"Sirius said that conversation starters should bring up a topic, right? Well, my conversation starter got us talking on the horridness of it. And I'm sure you guys are considering my health, so that means it got you thinking, right?"

"Yeah, but Pete," Sirius said, starting to get into this debate. "If your conversation starter were to be considered a good one, then wouldn't that defeat the whole purpose of your bad conversation starter? For if it weren't bad, then it wouldn't have sparked up any discussion."

"But the fact of the matter is that I'm not saying that it isn't bad, I'm just saying that the good thing about the bad conversation starter is that it performed its task like a good conversation starter."

"But that isn't what you were arguing for. You said your conversation starter wasn't that bad. Therefore, you are trying to say it is not bad, thus meaning it is good. And if it were good, my point still stands."

"I said that bad, meaning my point is still bad, just a lesser form of bad than the bad you claimed it to be. Your point is moot."

"Moot?" James asked, but was ignored by the debaters.

"Point doesn't stand in the context for the debate," Remus replied, watching Peter and Sirius intently.

"My point is not moot!" Sirius said, narrowing his eyes. "There aren't multiple forms of bad, you would have to use a different word, such as horrible. As are you. Yet I only used the word bad, and so did you, so saying that bad shouldn't make much of a difference. Thus, your point is moot."

"I don't see how my point is moot. You are the one bringing adjectives into the picture. Being this a conversation about my conversation starter, even if when I said it wasn't that bad and thus that meant good, look at the wonderful debate it has sparked."

"But this only brings me back to my previous point, which you declared moot. You bringing it back up only shows me that my point is not moot, but in fact a true point. If your point was a good conversation starter, it would not have struck up any point about it being bad, for it would be good. But then it wouldn't fit under the category of good, because it wouldn't bring up any discussion."

"Oh fine. I was bringing something up that qualified as bringing up a discussion, and plan to use it in the near future."

"No!"

"But you can't think of any good conversation starters on the spot to break the silence? My one did its job."

"I can so come up with a good conversation starter on the spot!"

"Then do it."

"Er…Quidditch!"

"Quidditch?" Peter asked incredulously.

"Quidditch."

"Quidditch?" James repeated, his eyes lighting up.

"Quidditch…" Remus groaned.

"See Pete, my conversation starter brought more people into the conversation, thus making it—"

"Whatever," Peter said.

"Quidditch is a great game!" James exclaimed in excitement. "I've still got my money on the Chudley Cannons, to be honest."

"Seriously?" Sirius said, his eyes glowing. "Ha, Sirius seriously…Anyway, no, I'd put my money on the Falmouth Falcons… 'Let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads…'. They've got amazing beaters!"

"I know that," James said, smiling. "But no, the Chudley Cannons are spectacular! There's no better motto than 'We shall conquer.'"

"Yeah but they never win anything…"

"But in 1892! Their win was amazing, they've still got it somewhere!"

"Bu—"

"STOP IT!" Remus said, covering his ears. "Why do we have to talk about Quidditch?"

The three boys turned around and gaped at Remus. James seemed to be trembling with fury. Remus squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.

"Why wouldn't we talk about Quidditch?" Sirius asked, keeping his voice even.

"I dunno…" Remus said while realizing his mistake.

"You like Quidditch, right?" Peter asked.

"Er…"

"Remus!" James said. "You do know what we're talking about, right? You know, with the three chasers getting a Quaffle through a hoop guarded by a keeper while beaters hit bludgers at everyone while the seeker searches for the golden snitch?"

"I know how to play Quidditch," Remus said. "And I know what you're talking about. And my dad loves Quidditch. And my cousins. But I'm not obsessed with Quidditch."

Remus received blank, accusing glares from Sirius and James.

"Peter, you don't hate Quidditch, do you?" Sirius asked, keeping his glare steadily upon Remus.

"I don't hate Quidditch," Remus pointed out. He was ignored.

"I like to watch Quidditch, but I can't play very well. Flying isn't my strong point," Peter said. "I'm gonna leave and write a letter to my parents."

Peter realized where this conversation was going and decided he didn't want to be a part of it. So he ran up into his dormitory. Remus debated doing the same thing, but it didn't quite seem that James and Sirius would let him.

"I cannot have a roommate who hates Quidditch," James said.

"I don't hate Quidditch," Remus said again.

"Nor can I. It is a crime. Blasphemy! He is not allowed to hate Quidditch," Sirius said, ignoring Remus.

"I don't hate Quidditch."

"We must show him right from wrong," James said, putting a hand over his heart and closing his eyes. "We can change him. He will not hate Quidditch after our lessons."

"I DON'T HATE QUIDDITCH!" Remus screamed, and the whole common room looked at him. After they saw it was Remus, however, they went back to their own business.

"But you said so," Sirius said.

"No I didn't," Remus said whilst rolling his eyes. "You came to that conclusion. I said I'm not obsessed with Quidditch. Which means I'm okay with Quidditch. I dislike Quidditch. Meaning it is not a like nor hate. It is in between."

"No," James said. "Dislike is pretty much hate. How can you not like Quidditch?"

"I don't know. It's a little boring, especially when you have to watch it as much as me."

"Boring?" Sirius echoed. "BLASPHEMY!"

"How can that be a reasoning?" James said with disbelief, his eyes wide. "No, I have to go tell someone. Come on, Sirius."

"No, guys!" Remus exclaimed, annoyed. "Stupid friends, stupid Quidditch…"

"Hey, you!" James said, grabbing third year girl towards him.

"Uh, what?" she asked, a little horrified.

"Do you hate Quidditch?" Sirius asked, while Remus covered his face with his hands.

"I should hope not, I'm on the team…"

"Really?" James asked. "What d'you play?"

"Keeper…"

"Awesome. Is Quidditch boring?" Sirius asked.

"NO! How dare you suggest such a thing? I, Kaitlin Brown, have never heard such an accusation!" the girl said, suddenly offended. "'Tis Blasphemy! Quidditch is the opposite of boring!"

Quintin ran up when he saw the crowd gather.

"Did I hear someone say Quidditch was boring?" Quintin asked, his eyes accusatory. "How dare someone suggest such a thing? Who did it?"

Remus tried to hide within the pillows.

"The PRANKSTER?" Quintin said, glaring at Remus. "How could he? FOLKS, IS QUIDDITCH BORING?"

The common room stared at Quintin, and then to the boy hiding underneath pillows. Quintin grabbed Remus by the arm and lifted him into the air. Remus was not amused.

"This…thing…the prankster, claimed that Quidditch was boring! He hates Quidditch!"

"I do not hate Quidditch!" Remus exclaimed. Being shaken in the air was not something that he enjoyed. "I dislike it."

Quintin lowered Remus to the ground, and glared. Sirius stared at Remus as if he had just committed the worst crime in the world. James narrowed his eyes with determination.

"You cannot dislike Quidditch. We shall fix this situation. We will take you to a Quidditch practice. We will make you play."

"Yeah," Sirius said, agreeing with James. "Quintin, when is your next practice?"

Quintin took a breath as if he had just lost a battle. Remus figured this was all very melodramatic.

"This Saturday," Quintin said. "BE THERE. This boy cannot be in Gryffindor if he hates Quidditch."

"Dislike."

"It'll be sometime at 5pm," Quintin said. "OKAY EVERYONE, BACK TO YOUR BUSINESS."

Remus glared at Sirius and James.

"I don't want to go to the Quidditch practice," he said, and realization dawned over his face. He couldn't go to the Quidditch practice; it would be the day after the full moon. "I WILL NOT go to the Quidditch practice."

"Yeah, yeah, Remmy," Sirius said, dismissing the fact with a wave of his hand. "Same way you won't do pranks or get a detention or receive a Howler. Come on, let's get you in our dormitory."

Sirius and James grabbed Remus by an arm each and pulled him up the stairs. Remus continued to grumble about stupid situations he seemed to get himself into. In the dorm, they were greeted by Peter, who wore an annoyed expression.

"You guys were so loud, I couldn't get any sleep," he said.

Sirius and James dropped Remus onto his bed.

"I take it I win the conversation starter contest," Sirius said, holding his hand out for Peter to shake.

Peter did not shake the hand. "I didn't know we were having a contest. It was an argument."

James shook his head. "This is true, Mr Black. You are not to cheat your way into victory."

"But anyway," Peter said. "I was coming to get the prankster extraordinaire, because I figured he probably forgot about his detention when discussing Quidditch."

"Oh he didn't," James said confidently. "We brought it up many times."

"Yeah…" Peter said, glancing at Remus. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Er," Sirius started. "Not time for detention?"

"It's 7:56."

"Oh," James said. "That's not good."

Sirius started to laugh. "Mr Lupin who likes to follow rules seems to be breaking more than ever."

Peter looked at Sirius oddly, and then the clock. "Time is ticking."

"Bugger!" James said when he went up to Remus. "He's asleep!"

"So wake him up!" Peter said.

"REMUS, WAKE UP!" James yelled, yanking Remus from the bed. "YOUR DETENTION!"

Remus' eyes shot open, "Wha—"

"You have three minutes to get to Minnie's office. You better run!"

"CRAP!"

A/N: Yes, I know, Rita Skeeter wasn't in the Marauders Years, but I just needed her there, and didn't want to make a new reporter. So let's just keep Rita in here. And I loved writing for Quintin, I love to write mini rants...And the bad conversation starters debate was fun, it gives insight as to how the other Marauders (I know, I keep referencing them as such even though they aren't dubbed that yet) think of Peter...And Remus the Sleepyhead is always interesting. I can only imagine how frustrated the James, Sirius, and Peter would be over this. And Remus is very small as of now, so it's rather easy to carry him. People clearly like to manhandle him. Sirius and Remus are starting to get sorta closer, they can both be very hyper when they want to. I dunno, I've always felt that Sirius was Remus' best friend, and Sirius was his; James was more like Sirius' twin brother...

I'd like to thank Sparkie926 (for her review on chapter 1): Wow. I never realized I could evoke such emotions :). That makes me feel very good. Thank you for the lovely review. I hope you continue reading and reviewing future chapters! She's written one HP story, where she replaces Peter for an OC, and it's pretty good and original, I'm not expecting a Mary Sue, so you should read it.

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"You know, Rems," James said, looking thoughtful. "Or should I say, RJ?"

"NOT RJ, that name sounds awful!"

"Right, so RJ, I think that we should set your dad's wishes true. We will force you to join in on our pranks."