A Marauder Christmas
It was one week before Christmas in Hogwarts. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Lily Evans were all in their seventh year at the school. They had always hosted a party two days before and usually got drunk. James and Remus would bring in SO many Butterbeers that all of Gryffindor tower became drunk!
"Hey Lils! How many cases should we get this year?" asked James sitting on the couch in front of the fire.
"I'll let you decide, Jamesie," Lily liked to stay neutral.
"Hey, why don't you go ahead and get them so I can have first snogging rights with Lily?" Sirius grinned. Even though he was only kidding, he still received a punch in the arm for the comment by James.
"Sirius, I hope you know that I would never TOUCH you!" screamed Lily, half laughing.
"You might want to add, 'with a thirty nine and a half foot pole', Lils," Remus said, hoping to annoy Sirius even more.
"That's it! I'm gone to the Three Broomsticks! Be back soon!" James yelled through the portrait of the fat lady.
He came back thirty minutes later with ten cases of Butterbeer. By the time they were all gone, Lily and Remus were the only sane ones left.
"We wish you a dairy Christmas, we wish you a dairy Christmas, we wish you a dairy Christmas and a happy moo year!" James, Peter, and Sirius yelled in unison, falling over backwards.
"Maybe we should get you all into bed," Lily laughed at them.
"No! I am Ishboo! Hear me ROARRRRRRR!" Sirius squealed.
"Oh, God help me!" Remus and Lily cried together in a fit of laughter.
"Deck the stalls with oats and barley, moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo! 'Tis the season for cow parties, moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo! Don we now our hay apparel, moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo! Sing the ancient bovine carol, moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo!" and the drunkards collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"Well, James, Sirius, and Peter have had their share of Butterbeer for the holidays huh, Remus?" Lily asked him.