Dear Marauders or should I say Dear Peeping Toms,

My sister doesn't know about your reply since I peeled it down before she

could see it. I cannot believe you Sirius Black, having the gall to sneak into

the women's bathroom! I don't know how you did it since you scratched that

part out, but I will find out!

And Pettigrew, I hear you own a rat. This wouldn't mean a thing except I found

that rat in my underwear just as I was about to change! I almost caught and

drowned it before it got away. CONTROL IT!

Sincerely, Kathleen C., Ravenclaw

...

Dear Kathleen,

Oh, come on! It was just a bit of-

-Fun? Keep going like this, and we'll be having letters screaming for your immediate

execution.

Remus, I've had about a dozen of those during my short life. What's a few more?

Just stop it.

Kathleen, it really is none of your business how I got there. Siriusly-I mean, seriously.

Wait a moment...Peter doesn't own a rat...But he can, you know...

Oh my gosh! Peter's been following my example!

PETER!

Huh?

WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN THE GIRL'S DORMITORIES?

I should give you a big hug...except that would sort of crush my dignity.

That was you, wasn't it!

No, of course not! Remember the Marauder code? Point 18 clearly states-

Oh, right. "Peter will never intercept any public place as a rat, for his fear of spreading disease. Penalty: Loss of Marauder membership." Sorry, mate.

That's okay.

Okay, scratch the hug.

Love, Marauders

(PS: Kathleen, do you think I should get a rat? I've always wanted a pet, but Mum always told me they were unhealthy...)