Last chapter: "Bed now, please." "Oh wow!" Gideon responded cheekily, "Such a romantic proposition! How could I possibly-" She smacked his chest lightly, "Shut up, you git." "As you wish, Princess," he rolled his eyes with a smile and the two disappeared up the stairs. Remus whipped off the invisibility cloak and looked at the two other shocked boys. "No competition, you said! Biggest threat is six years old, you said!"
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The Gryffindor's glanced down the table uneasily, unsure whether the Marauder's silence meant that they were tired or waiting for a prank to be unleashed. Remus was staring at his Defence textbook, more like glaring at the page, while Peter dug into his porridge. James and Sirius looked uneasily at their werewolf friend but quickly turned their attentions to their breakfasts whenever he glanced up to catch them watching him. Sirius bit into an apple and looked across the table at James. "Do you want to play questions?" he asked with his mouth full.
James looked up from his toast, "How d'you play that?"
Sirius smiled and perked up in his seat, happy that there was finally some conversation, "You have to ask questions-"
"Statement! One-love," James chirped before shoving the triangle of toast in his mouth.
"Cheating," Sirius declared with a frown.
"How?"
"I hadn't started yet!"
"Statement, two-love," James shook his head and accepted his timetable from Professor McGonagall who was passing them out along the breakfast table.
"Are you counting that?"
James took a sip of his pumpkin juice, "What?"
"Are you counting that?" Sirius raised his voice.
James' mouth quirked into a sly smile, "Foul! No repetition, three-love, game."
"I'm not going to play if you're going to be like that," Sirius grumbled as Professor McGonagall handed him his timetable. He looked down at the parchment and frowned, "Potions with the Slytherins, again? Why can't we have some nice Hufflepuff's or something one year?"
"Dunno," Pete started after he swallowed his porridge. "Got Divination with 'em this year though," he pointed out.
"Oh thank Merlin, most of those Ravenclaw's last year actually did the work," James chuckled. "The only reason that we all take it is because you just make something up when you get asked and it's basically a free hour-"
"Well isn't that an inspiring way for the Head Boy to approach his studies," Lily remarked as she swept past him on her way to the other Gryffindor girls, dragging a tired looking Hermione by the arm.
"Oh, Evans! I mean! Isn't it disgraceful, when people…take classes to…not do well in them…I-"
"I'd quit while you were behind, Prongs," Sirius laughed lightly.
"I wasn't behind-"
"Well you certainly weren't ahead-"
"It's inappropriate!"
The three Marauders turned to Remus as he spoke for the first time that morning. James leaned towards him slightly, "What's inappropriate, mate?"
"She- and- wha- you know!" he spluttered unintelligibly.
"Lily's always getting on at me," James smiled wistfully, "It's part of what makes us work-"
Peter shook his head and grinned while Sirius snorted, "Along with all of those made up parts you keep locked up in your head."
"Hey! It's not-"
"I don't mean Lily," Remus interrupted once again. "Granger and Professor Prewett."
Peter looked up, confused, "What's going on with them?"
"And since when is she 'Granger'?" Sirius frowned.
"Since I realised that we don't know her," Remus stated and avoided their eyes as he glanced down the table at her.
"We do know her," Sirius insisted. "We've spoken to her, a few times, you've seen her naked-"
"When did that happen?!" Remus squeaked.
"When you first saw her," Sirius said.
"No, no, she was fully clothed."
Sirius cocked his head to the side, not unlike a dog, "Are you sure?"
James rolled his eyes, "Pretty sure he would have remembered that, Pads."
"Oh, well, I've been imagining that whole interaction a bit differently then," he said, before taking another bite out of his apple.
"You've been imagining her…" Remus trailed off.
"Naked?" Sirius picked up. "A little bit, sorry about that. Tyres crossed-"
"Wires crossed," Remus corrected absentmindedly.
"Anyway, we don't know that there's anything romantic going on between them, do we?" James directed them back to the main topic for Remus.
"But last night he-"
"Took a sleeping student, who is his friend, back to her dormitory?" James tried to reason. "There's no reason to get all…wolfy about it-"
Remus bristled and lowered his voice, "I'm not being 'wolfy' about anything!"
"Moony, you growled at me this morning."
"You are supremely annoying in the morning," Remus smirked slightly. "Sorry, I don't know what it is, I just…" he sighed. "I don't know."
"We'll sort it out-"
"He just winked at her!"
James groaned, "I'm pretty sure that's Fabian."
"How can you tell?"
"They're wearing badges," James answered, pointing at the flashing badges that the identical professors had attached to their robes for the first day of classes.
"Well why are they both winking at her?"
James shrugged, "They wink a lot, I thought they were having some kind of joint seizure when Professor Ellis came in-"
"As fun as this gossip session is, ladies," Sirius drawled as he picked up his bag. "We have to get to Transfiguration if I'm going to get to chat to my lovely lady."
The others started to leave their seats. Peter piped up, "What lovely lady?"
Sirius grinned as he jogged on slightly, catching up with a witch a little bit ahead of their group, "Professor Minnie! How I've missed you!" he cheered.
"Mr Black, do pipe down," the aging professor said sharply. "And don't call me Minnie unless you want to find yourself in detention for the rest of the year."
"But Min-Mins! Surely you can't-"
James looked to the other boys, "I guess that answers your question."