Another of those vaguely pointless chapters I'll admit, but I kept giggling while writing this none the less. Hope it makes you at least smile.
It was fast approaching midnight, but the fifth years boys dormitories was being as obnoxiously loud as ever. Oh the lights were off and they were being quite as far as the rest of the castle was concerned, all to the standards of the Prefect sharing the room, but that didn't stop the exhausted conversation from ensuing.
There was blessed silence for a few lingering seconds until, "Why is it James? Is there more than one Jame? How many James? Who decided that name should be plural?"
"Go to sleep Sirius!"
Sirius blatantly ignored that as he continued, "I mean, who decides what any name should be. Who sat around and decided our language and said, 'every person from now on will say it this way!'"
To the groaning annoyance of the other two, Peter finally jumped in with, "well not one person did you know. There are other languages out there Sirius."
"Yes," he continued with even more enthusiasm now that he was sure he had an audience, "but who? Where did all of these languages come from, why do they have some things in common but are so radically different."
"Both of you got to bed before I glue you to the ceiling," James groaned, for once as against these nighttime conversations as Remus, which may be why Sirius was so set on one tonight.
Sirius still took no heed, even sitting up in bed now, and using his hands for emphasis, "but think about it, why isn't Peter, Peters! Why are some names-" he was finally silenced, a muffled protest from suddenly locked jaws that was easily ignorable the only thing now audible.
"Sorry that took so long," Remus sighed from underneath a pillow, the light shining from the window making it seem as if he hadn't moved an inch. "He moved my wand again."
James merely grunted in answer, and Peter quickly slipped into snores now, deciding to take the silence while it lasted.