It was dinner time now and the students were still taking guesses and making bets.

"8 galleons they use bubbles again."

"12 one has pink hair tomorrow."

"50 that Sirius wins."

As the groups talked and chatted, the Marauders all sat and eat in peace.

"So, anybody pay attention to what McGonagall was saying earlier?"

"Nope."

"Not a word."

"Somewhat."

Remus sighed. "You're all morons." And with that, he started to get up, only to be met with a water balloon to the face. He glared at Sirius, who now had a smug look on his face.

"What happened to the mealtime truce?"

"Peter, the rules please."

Peter stared straight ahead and recited off the rules. "Any and all methods of pranking may be used, whether it is muggle technologies, curses, charms, or magic of our creation. All meals shall be a moment of ceasefire, until a person stands from the table. Sorry, Remus. Sirius is within the rules this time."

"Thanks Pete. Here, have a biscuit."

"Yay." Peter cheered as he took the biscuit from Sirius and chewed it happily.