It was six a.m. on a Monday morning, and James had dragged his Quidditch team out of bed to practice for the match that afternoon. Before heading out into the cold, James was making sure everyone had a good breakfast. Seeing as he had to suffer, he'd dragged the rest of the Marauders down to the Great Hall too.
"I hate Quidditch days. I swear, James is even madder in the head than usual!" Sirius grumbled. He wasn't happy at being woken up this early. He needed his sleep!
"He's just excited. But I must say, six in the morning is just a crazy time to be up at," Remus said. Peter was there too, but he was probably feeling the effects of sleep-deprivation the most. He had his eyes half closed and wasn't watching where he was going.
"Hey guys," he asked sleepily, "when do you think James will let us go back to b-"
Thump!
Peter had just walked straight into the glass doors of the Hall. Laugh from the Quidditch team members could be heard from inside the Hall. In his tired state, he fell over onto the carpet. He didn't move.
"Wormtail?" Remus asked, worried.
Sirius poked him onto his back. "I don't believe it!" he said, "The bloody lazy arse went to sleep!"
Remus bent down to check. Sure enough, he was softly snoring on the carpet.
"Shall we leave him here for someone to find?" Sirius asked, his signature grin on his face.
Remus responded like a true Marauder. "We shall!"
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