The second the door shut behind the two girls, James whipped round to face the other male Marauders.
"We need a plan."
"No one hurts our girl and gets away with it," Sirius snarled.
"She's a Marauder, she's one of us," Remus said angrily.
"Through and through!" Peter added, also annoyed.
"And we look after our own," James finished, a murderous look in his eye.
Remus hurried over to his bedside cabinet, where all the groups' ideas were stashed until they were used. He flipped through the pile before selecting a few that he liked. He then placed the papers in the centre of the floor, where the other three boys were lying.
"We've got exploding meals, uncontrollable speech, disappearing seats or constantly dirty clothes that they can't change. Which do you think?"
"How about them all?" Sirius muttered darkly.
"I like the idea, mate," James answered, "but we need something a bit more personal too."
"As in?" Peter prompted.
"Perhaps making them eat in a pigsty at dinner, and not let them leave until the end? Making it look like they are doing it themselves, of course," Remus suggested with a smirk.
"Definitely, but with a sign above saying, 'We know our place' and their signatures underneath," Sirius put in, an evil grin upon his face.
"When?" James asked, looking around the group.
"In two days, so they won't expect it," Remus decided.
"Two days," they echoed.
The Slytherins would pay for hurting Buffy, and the Marauders couldn't wait.