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...)
