Lily: I can't believe I failed that test!
Sirius: Relax, Evans! It's only the start of term.
James: Yeah, Slughorn said it was to see if we knew anything about what he'd be teaching this time.
Remus: You're not the only one who wasn't dreading the grade. What I don't understand is how you two passed! You don't even read the textbooks!
Sirius: Lupin, you'd be amazed at what we research in our spare time.
James: Besides, it's not like you're going to be walking around all year with "Troll" stamped on your forehead!
Sirius: Or turn into a troll.
Lily: Only you two idiots would say that. Speaking of idiot, where's Peter?
Remus: Slughorn said he wanted a word with him about forty-three part eight.
James: But there wasn't a forty-three part eight!
Sirius: If he gives us away I'll….
James: He won't give us away! He may be stupid, but he has some sort of a clue. Sometimes.
Sirius: Imbecile's more the word.
Lily: Neither of you should be talking.
Sirius: Nor should you, Miss Troll!
Remus: Okay, you three. We get the point. Back off.
Sirius: Make me, Moony.
James: I'll gladly do it for you. I heard the Menagerie in Diagon Alley has a sale on muzzles made from pure silver, that way Remus can't help you escape.
Remus: Don't drag me into this!
Sirius: What do you mean "escape"? What the bloody hell are you thinking about?
James: I didn't mean it that way!
Sirius: Anyway…. Simply put, you two don't give us enough credit, and Prongsie here needs to find a new hobby that doesn't include threatening me all the time!
James: You know, you need a brain.
Sirius: You need a sense of humor.
Lily: You both need lives.
