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.