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Everything was ready. The class of giddy Gryffindors and scandalised Ravenclaws were seated. Sirius had had to bribe several Ravenclaws to go along with the prank. Evidently the idea of breaking rules and offending their head of house had proved too much for them.
Soon, we could hear the usual pitter patter of tiny feet scurrying down the Charms corridor. Flitwick had arrived.
We held a collective breath of anticipation as he entered the room. Thank Godric Sirius had remembered a camera. There was a barely audible snap as he took a clear shot of Flitwick's expression.
The man's jaw had dropped to his feet and his eyes were wide with shock. Truth be told, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a muggle car. I could tell that everyone would be rolling around the floor laughing if it wasn't for the laughing charm.
Flitwick walked slowly and cautiously up the aisle to his desk. Twenty pairs of eyes followed his every move.
The usually composed man came to an unsteady halt before his pile of books that he usually stood on to see over his desk. They now towered over him. Indeed, he couldn't even see over the seat of the chair!
"Ahem, good morning class", he said bravely, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice.
"Good morning, Sir", piped up Adam Branning, one of the more humourous Ravenclaws. "Isn't it a lovely day Sir?"
"It is, actually", Marlene agreed.
"We should have class outside", Imogen Flood suggested.
"By the lake", Alice added.
"After all Sir, it's a big world out there Sir", James said smartly, an ever-present twinkle in his eyes being the only sign of his amusement.
"Sir, when are we learning shrinking charms? I was looking through O.W.L practice papers and we need to know them for both our practical and our written paper." Lily asked inquisitively. She winked at me.
"I'm planning on covering them in January, Miss Evans", Professor Flitwick answered, momentarily regaining his bearings.
"What about enlargement charms? Are they on the curriculum?" Remus questioned.
"Actually, no, they aren't covered until 6th Year", Flitwick replied. His eyebrows contracted slightly as it dawned on him.
"Horreatus", he chanted, aiming his wand at his desk. It quivered and reduced in size until it was back to normal. Professor Flitwick smiled.
"Well done, pranksters. An excellent one if I do say so myself. Fantastic use of a N.E.W.T level charm. I have to say, I have my suspicions as to who the culprits are. Mr Potter, Pettigrew, Black, Lupin and Miss Griffon please follow me."
We grinned and clambered to our feet, following the small man outside the classroom.
"Why Miss Evans, what are you doing here?" He asked in surprise.
"I'm a culprit too, Sir although I don't think that I shall make a habit out of breaking the rules", she said strongly.
Professor Flitwick shook his head.
"I see, well despite the fact that you are all clearly talented, I do have to punish you for fear that a precedent would be established. Please attend detention every evening this week." He said, his smile faltering as he contemplated how dark our futures may prove to be.
Before we knew it, Christmas arrived. I was roughly shaken awake by a raucous red-haired girl who pulled me until I landed on the floor in a tangle of duvets and blankets.
"It's Christmas!" she exclaimed.
"Mental note to self: set alarm next Christmas", I groaned, pulling on crimson robes adorned with holly.
I insisted on dragging Lily to the boy's dormitory to wake them but she insisted on covering her eyes. That was probably a good thing as when I burst through the door, James Potter and Sirius Black were standing up wearing nothing other than boxer shorts. There was a deafening silence interrupted only by Peter's pig-choking snores and the occasional sound of Moony turning the page of his novel and then everyone spoke at once.
"Amy!"
"Potter?"
"Sirius! James! Put on something, we don't want to see that first thing in the morning!"
"Why the hell is Evans here?"
A red faced James wrapped a duvet around him. Sirius whistled, completely unabashed and continued pulling on clothes.
"Sirius!" I scolded.
"What?" He asked innocently, turning to face me. Godric, that boy had abs,
"Do you have to be so… public about getting dressed?"
"Well it wasn't public until you and Evans barged in", he countered smartly.
"Yes, well, hurry up, it's Christmas!"
Several minutes later, the 5th year Gryffindors who had remained at Hogwarts for Christmas were sat in a circle in the common room.
"Presents!" Peter squeaked.
With that, we tore into the piles of gifts and boxes before us. Lily handed me a type of a remembrall as apparently she was fed up of me forgetting where I put things and then tearing apart our dormitory trying to find them.
James gave me a new pair of Quidditch boots, saying that I couldn't use my old tattered ones as an excuse for not catching the Snitch.
Peter left me a huge monstrous hamper of Honeyduke's best that would keep any normal person happy for a month. Unfortunately, I'm not a normal person so it probably won't make next week.
Sirius handed me a pair of tickets to next year's Quidditch world cup final which was to be held in France. He told me to take my mother. He had gotten the other Marauders the same present so that we could go together. When we complained that he spent too much money he only laughed and said: "It's my parents' money, I love spending it for them!"
Remus tentatively handed me a small cornflower coloured satin box. I opened it and on a silver plump cushion rested a delicate silver goblin made charm bracelet. It had a single charm on it: a full moon that had a glint of lilac in the centre of it.
"Moony, that's way too much. I can't possibly accept it", I told him in an undertone.
"Amy, don't be silly, it's for you. The silver was mixed with Wolfsbane, the plant. It should keep you safe." He said gently, fastening it around my wrist.
I pulled him in for a hug, astounded by how thoughtful he was.