"And so the fourth goblin wars of 1272 ended with the treaty of
Gulpfungerspawn, leading to ..." Professor Binn's voice droned on and on.
The history teacher had been dead for about a decade now, which didn't seem
to liven his technique any. All twenty-two third year Gryffindors had
history with the Slytherins, which led to a fairly amusing class. Lily sat
in the second row from the back, between Arabella and Hazel, right in front
of Peter, James, Sirius, and Remus. It wasn't the safest place to be during
a class as boring as Binns's, but Lily didn't mind. The Marauders always
made it exciting somehow. But in a class of witches and wizards, spitballs
and paper airplanes were the least of everyones' worries.
Peter leaned over to James. "So, what's the plan?" The Marauders were about carry out a minor prank. A little trick, one that they had used before. Still, it never failed to get laughs.
James just looked past Remus at Sirius and grinned. Sirius winked back, the fiendish smile making Peter have to work trying not to laugh with glee.
Even serious, studious Remus looked more impish as James whispered, "On the count of three." They held up their wands under their desks, still faking concentration on their studies when Binns looked their way, "One, two, three!"
Little sparks flew out of four wands, and Severus Snape, who sat directly in front of Lily, remained oblivious to it all. It took ten minutes of the Gryffindors giggling for him to notice that something was awry. Little did Severus know that his entire head was covered with an illusion of soap suds. It had been a long standing Gryffindor joke that Severus never seemed to wash his hair.
The glamour faded before Snape could check a mirror to see why everyone was laughing, but Lucius Malfoy told him what had happened, eventually. The two seemed to be good friends on the surface, but they were both using each other for something and everyone knew it.
Severus coldly watched the group as they walked out the door together. They were laughing and joking, all of them. He would make them pay, someday.
Peter leaned over to James. "So, what's the plan?" The Marauders were about carry out a minor prank. A little trick, one that they had used before. Still, it never failed to get laughs.
James just looked past Remus at Sirius and grinned. Sirius winked back, the fiendish smile making Peter have to work trying not to laugh with glee.
Even serious, studious Remus looked more impish as James whispered, "On the count of three." They held up their wands under their desks, still faking concentration on their studies when Binns looked their way, "One, two, three!"
Little sparks flew out of four wands, and Severus Snape, who sat directly in front of Lily, remained oblivious to it all. It took ten minutes of the Gryffindors giggling for him to notice that something was awry. Little did Severus know that his entire head was covered with an illusion of soap suds. It had been a long standing Gryffindor joke that Severus never seemed to wash his hair.
The glamour faded before Snape could check a mirror to see why everyone was laughing, but Lucius Malfoy told him what had happened, eventually. The two seemed to be good friends on the surface, but they were both using each other for something and everyone knew it.
Severus coldly watched the group as they walked out the door together. They were laughing and joking, all of them. He would make them pay, someday.