It was a normal fall day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sun was shining, birds were singing, students were snogging like pot-crazed rabbits … and four certain seventh-year Gryffindors were discussing Very Important Things, namely pranks on Slytherins.

"What about dye in Snape's hair? We could change it to a lovely pink, maybe even put some polka-dots in it." James Potter said to his friends. Sirius Black, one of James best friends, snorted.

"Good idea Prongs, but we already dyed his robes pink and changed them into tutus last year. Remember?"

Remus Lupin snickered as James' blue eyes misted over behind his round black glasses. "Yeah. He screamed like a little girl when he saw 'em. Man, that was beautiful."

"I don't know about you guys, but I always thought the time we hung his 'happy snake' dancing boxers in the Great Hall was funnier." Peter Pettigrew said. Sirius and James started to laugh so hard they fell off the vermilion couch they were seated on.

"Damn, that hurt." Sirius grumbled as he rubbed his forehead. "Y'know, if I remember correctly, he screamed like a little girl then too." Remus stated. This caused Sirius to laugh so hard he nearly quit breathing. James, meanwhile, looked as if he was having a seizure, he was rolling around so much. Remus and Peter merely observed their two friends.

"Wormtail, I do believe our friends are certifiably daft." Remus stated matter-of-factly. Peter shook his head in agreement.

***

"Anyway, now that Padfoot and Prongs have decided to join our conversation, after 20 minutes of insane laughing, we need to think of new original pranks." Remus said, shooting a dirty look at Sirius and James, who were both trying (and failing miserably) to look innocent.

All four Marauders looked at each other, each trying to come up with new ideas for Maruader-style pranks. James rested his head on the couch's armrest, eyes closed in concentration. Remus was thoughtfully tapping his finger on his chin, while Peter was mumbling under his breath something about blue Cornish pixies. Sirius was seated on the floor in front of the couch, legs underneath a small coffee table. Every five seconds or so he would hit his head with his fist, as if he was trying to beat an idea out of his brain.

For a few minutes the only noise in the room was the sound of the merrily crackling fire in the fireplace. In fact, it was so quiet a mouse could have been heard tap-dancing. (Not that they ever do, of course.) Then James exclaimed "Lily!" The other Marauders looked at him in puzzlement. "Yes, Prongs, that is the name of your girlfriend." Sirius said.

"No, what I mean is, why don't we just ask her to come up with an idea? She's pretty good at it."

"Who's good at what?" A female voice asked. All four Marauders turned to see Lily Evans standing behind the couch, hands on her hips, green eyes peering suspiciously at said Marauders.

Sirius leapt to his feet and jumped the couch, landing in front of Lily. "Why Lily, thou art the fairest flower in Hogwarts…nay, England!" Having said this, he grabbed Lily's hand and acted like he was kissing it. Lily rolled her eyes as James jumped off the couch.

"Thou hast threatened milady's propriety, you scoundrel!" James yelled dramatically, acting exactly like a knight from the 12th century. "For that, I challenge you to a duel."

"Really?" Sirius asked, brown eyes twinkling. James nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Okay, Jamsie-Poo, but you know I'm gonna win."

"Chess duel."

Remus, Lily, and Peter laughed as Sirius yelled in agony.

***

"10 Galleons says Sirius loses in less than a hour." Lily whispered to Remus. Remus snickered and shook hands with Lily as they settled down on the couch to watch Sirius lose yet another game of chess to James, Reigning King of Chess, Quidditch, and Many Other Things, not that anyone was counting.

"You'd think ol' Padfoot would've learned to quit fighting duels with James by now," Peter uttered sadly. "Must be those Black Stupidity Genes at work."

Sirius merely stuck his tongue out at Peter, causing him to be hit square in the face with a gold pillow by Lily.

"What? I need those 10 Galleons for the Hogsmeade weekend."

A.N. This is my first Marauder fic, though I've considered writing one for awhile. I haven't yet decided if I should make this into an actual story, so tell me if I should. BTW don't you just love Sirius? I do. He's my man. Just kidding. Anyway, please review. Adios!