Marauders
"Everyone, raise your right hand and repeat after me: I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
"Good, the meeting has started. First matter at hand, trickery." Remus announces, as the boys all sit on the floor of the shrieking shack basement.
"I say, we hold Snape upside down by his underwear, show his little girlfriend what a real man he is." James answers sharply.
"Good, I like it."
"Ok, I say we come up with a name for this club. The three musketeers had one." Remus states.
"What the bloody hell are the Three Musketeers?" Sirius asks, sincerely shocked.
"They were a muggle group, ran around together stopping trouble," Remus answers, "I used to watch them as a kid, anyway that's not the point Sirius, stop distracting me."
"Ok, what about..." Peter rubs the bottom of his chin, thinking.
"The Marauders!" James hollers out.
"The Marauders, I like it. All in favor of the Marauders, say I"
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"Then there it is, we are the Marauders."
"Alot better then the Three Mouseketeers." Sirius laughs, poking James in the side with his elbow.
"They were not mice, Sirius! They were people!" Sirius laughs again.
"Yea, and I'm a dog."