Hey all.
Thanks very much to luna astralis and Jewls5 for reviewing the last chapter.
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Keeping The Marauder's Spirit Alive
Written by WolfStar
Scene Three: The Quidditch Pitch Traumatisation
[After the teachers and Slytherins had recovered from being coloured (thanks to Dumbledore's spell which changed them back to normal), everyone finished breakfast and the day went as normal.
Currently, however, the Marauders are sitting on Moony's bed in their dorm, attempting to decipher what was on the large sheet of parchment he was waving excitedly in their faces]
PADFOOT: Moony! Relax, calm down. And hold that thing still long enough for us to look at it.
WORMTAIL: (Mutters) As if that's going to help.
PADFOOT: Too true, my friend, too true.
PRONGS: Okay Moony, so what does it mean?
MOONY: *Bouncing excitedly* This, my friends, is the plan for our next prank! The one for the Quidditch game between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tomorrow!
PRONGS: Um, so d'you want to explain it?
PADFOOT: Because it's just so much easier to understand when you explain it. *Smiles at Moony*
MOONY: Aw, thanks Paddy. Anyways, to start with, I'll warn you that this plan involves danger, Malfoy, Snape, possible traumatisation for life, the Quidditch goal posts, and the ever-present danger that we may need intensive therapy and medication by the time this is done.
PRONGS: Hm, lessee. Wormtail's already traumatized, so no worries there.
WORMTAIL: And everything in Prongs's life involves the Quidditch goal posts.
PADFOOT: Moony's already on medication and ought to be in therapy.
PRONGS: Plus, we can't have a good prank without Malfoy and Snape!
WORMTAIL: And we end up in danger half the time anyway.
PADFOOT: So you've got the go-ahead, Moony! Tell us what you've planned.
MOONY: Well see, it goes like this.....
[Midnight. Dungeons. Or to be more precise, just outside the Slytherin Common Room. The Marauders are under Prongs's invisibility cloak]
PADFOOT: *Whispering* Moony, do I even WANT to know how you got the Slytherin's password?
MOONY: I don't know. I'm a werewolf, not a bloody mid reader.
PRONGS: Shhhh. Just tell us, Moony!
MOONY: Well, it's really quite simple. One of the Slytherin firsties forgot the password, and thanks to my superb hearing, I overheard Parkinson telling her what it was.
WORMTAIL: So not some wonderful talent or feat of espionage, then?
MOONY: (Offended) Of course! I was eavesdropping, after all!
PRONGS: Ahem. Let's get this done before we get caught, hm?
MOONY, WORMTAIL & PADFOOT: Okay Prongs.
PRONGS: Good boys.
MOONY: *Turns to the entrance* 'We are all evil'.
[The door opens, and despite the Marauders being stunned by the Slytherin's STUPID password, they quickly step inside and head to the boys dorms. They were on a mission, after all]
[All this is said in a whisper, so they don't wake anyone up]
WORMTAIL: *Opens Snape's top draw, whimpering* Why me? Oh why, why, WHY???
PADFOOT: Ugh, Malfoy germs. *Grins and pulls on rubber gloves* Thank Merlin I brought these!
MOONY: Good thinking, Padfoot.
PRONGS: Hurry UP, guys!
WORMTAIL & PADFOOT: Got what we came for.
MOONY: Great! Let's get outta here!
[Quidditch pitch. Two AM. The Marauders are standing in front of the goalposts nearest the school, staring up. There are two bags at their feet]
PRONGS: What if we put Malfoy's here, and Snape's on the other end?
MOONY: All right. But I REFUSE to touch any of Snape or Malfoy's underwear, washed or not!
PADFOOT: Not even if it were sterilised, and you were wearing really think rubber gloves?
MOONY: (Firmly) Not even then.
PRONGS: I'm with you on that one.
WORMTAIL: *Looking nervous - he knows what happens next* Why don't we levitate them up?
PADFOOT: Won't work. We can't guarantee that they'd stay up there. We don't want to be here all night!
WORMTAIL: Then how?!?
{Five minutes later}
WORMTAIL: You guys suck.
PRONGS: We love you too Wormy!
WORMTAIL: I mean really really suck. You're making me climb the goal posts, AND touch underwear belonging to SNAPE AND MALFOY, of ALL PEOPLE!!!
MOONY: Now, now, Wormtail, no need to get shirty with us.
WORMTAIL: {Contemplates dropping Snape's underwear on their heads. Decides against. Wouldn't be as effective against Snape} Grrrr. I hate you all.
[Much later that same morning. The entire school, with Snape, Malfoy and the Marauders somehow at the very front of the huge mob, are standing at the entrance to the Quidditch pitch. Snape and Malfoy look utterly scandalised]
MALFOY: (Speechless) Oh. Er. Um. What. How???????????
SNAPE: (Dazed) Yeah, what he said.
BOTH: (Snap out of it) WHAT THE F*** IS MY UNDERWEAR DOING ON THE QUIDDITCH GOAL POSTS???????????????
MCGONAGALL: Mr Malfoy! Mr Snape! Twenty points from Slytherin each for that disgraceful language!!!
MARAUDERS: *Laughing hysterically, unable to speak*
DUMBLEDORE: Oh my. This is an interesting turn of events. Mr Malfoy, Mr Snape, perhaps you'd both like to retrieve your undergarments?
[They do so. They then leave for the Slytherin dorms as fast as they can possibly run, the laughter of the entire school following them]
RANDOM GRYFFINDOR: Whoever these pranksters are, I love them already.
LILY: Yeah....aside from the whole, being traumatised because of seeing Snape and Malfoy's underwear. I could have done without that. I think I need therapy.
MOONY: So guys, what next?
PRONGS: Next, we get to watch the Quidditch match!
PADFOOT: YAY!
MOONY: Obsessed much? I think they ought to be on medication for that, don't you think, Wormtail?
WORMTAIL: Oh yes. Speaking of which, have you taken yours?
MOONY: Er..........
PADFOOT & PRONGS: Oh dear.
WORMTAIL: You can say that again. But with more profanity.
PADFOOT & PRONGS: *Open mouths to do so*
MCGONAGALL: One word out of either of you and you'll both be in detention until you graduate.
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Please review!
*WolfStar*
Thanks very much to luna astralis and Jewls5 for reviewing the last chapter.
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Keeping The Marauder's Spirit Alive
Written by WolfStar
Scene Three: The Quidditch Pitch Traumatisation
[After the teachers and Slytherins had recovered from being coloured (thanks to Dumbledore's spell which changed them back to normal), everyone finished breakfast and the day went as normal.
Currently, however, the Marauders are sitting on Moony's bed in their dorm, attempting to decipher what was on the large sheet of parchment he was waving excitedly in their faces]
PADFOOT: Moony! Relax, calm down. And hold that thing still long enough for us to look at it.
WORMTAIL: (Mutters) As if that's going to help.
PADFOOT: Too true, my friend, too true.
PRONGS: Okay Moony, so what does it mean?
MOONY: *Bouncing excitedly* This, my friends, is the plan for our next prank! The one for the Quidditch game between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tomorrow!
PRONGS: Um, so d'you want to explain it?
PADFOOT: Because it's just so much easier to understand when you explain it. *Smiles at Moony*
MOONY: Aw, thanks Paddy. Anyways, to start with, I'll warn you that this plan involves danger, Malfoy, Snape, possible traumatisation for life, the Quidditch goal posts, and the ever-present danger that we may need intensive therapy and medication by the time this is done.
PRONGS: Hm, lessee. Wormtail's already traumatized, so no worries there.
WORMTAIL: And everything in Prongs's life involves the Quidditch goal posts.
PADFOOT: Moony's already on medication and ought to be in therapy.
PRONGS: Plus, we can't have a good prank without Malfoy and Snape!
WORMTAIL: And we end up in danger half the time anyway.
PADFOOT: So you've got the go-ahead, Moony! Tell us what you've planned.
MOONY: Well see, it goes like this.....
[Midnight. Dungeons. Or to be more precise, just outside the Slytherin Common Room. The Marauders are under Prongs's invisibility cloak]
PADFOOT: *Whispering* Moony, do I even WANT to know how you got the Slytherin's password?
MOONY: I don't know. I'm a werewolf, not a bloody mid reader.
PRONGS: Shhhh. Just tell us, Moony!
MOONY: Well, it's really quite simple. One of the Slytherin firsties forgot the password, and thanks to my superb hearing, I overheard Parkinson telling her what it was.
WORMTAIL: So not some wonderful talent or feat of espionage, then?
MOONY: (Offended) Of course! I was eavesdropping, after all!
PRONGS: Ahem. Let's get this done before we get caught, hm?
MOONY, WORMTAIL & PADFOOT: Okay Prongs.
PRONGS: Good boys.
MOONY: *Turns to the entrance* 'We are all evil'.
[The door opens, and despite the Marauders being stunned by the Slytherin's STUPID password, they quickly step inside and head to the boys dorms. They were on a mission, after all]
[All this is said in a whisper, so they don't wake anyone up]
WORMTAIL: *Opens Snape's top draw, whimpering* Why me? Oh why, why, WHY???
PADFOOT: Ugh, Malfoy germs. *Grins and pulls on rubber gloves* Thank Merlin I brought these!
MOONY: Good thinking, Padfoot.
PRONGS: Hurry UP, guys!
WORMTAIL & PADFOOT: Got what we came for.
MOONY: Great! Let's get outta here!
[Quidditch pitch. Two AM. The Marauders are standing in front of the goalposts nearest the school, staring up. There are two bags at their feet]
PRONGS: What if we put Malfoy's here, and Snape's on the other end?
MOONY: All right. But I REFUSE to touch any of Snape or Malfoy's underwear, washed or not!
PADFOOT: Not even if it were sterilised, and you were wearing really think rubber gloves?
MOONY: (Firmly) Not even then.
PRONGS: I'm with you on that one.
WORMTAIL: *Looking nervous - he knows what happens next* Why don't we levitate them up?
PADFOOT: Won't work. We can't guarantee that they'd stay up there. We don't want to be here all night!
WORMTAIL: Then how?!?
{Five minutes later}
WORMTAIL: You guys suck.
PRONGS: We love you too Wormy!
WORMTAIL: I mean really really suck. You're making me climb the goal posts, AND touch underwear belonging to SNAPE AND MALFOY, of ALL PEOPLE!!!
MOONY: Now, now, Wormtail, no need to get shirty with us.
WORMTAIL: {Contemplates dropping Snape's underwear on their heads. Decides against. Wouldn't be as effective against Snape} Grrrr. I hate you all.
[Much later that same morning. The entire school, with Snape, Malfoy and the Marauders somehow at the very front of the huge mob, are standing at the entrance to the Quidditch pitch. Snape and Malfoy look utterly scandalised]
MALFOY: (Speechless) Oh. Er. Um. What. How???????????
SNAPE: (Dazed) Yeah, what he said.
BOTH: (Snap out of it) WHAT THE F*** IS MY UNDERWEAR DOING ON THE QUIDDITCH GOAL POSTS???????????????
MCGONAGALL: Mr Malfoy! Mr Snape! Twenty points from Slytherin each for that disgraceful language!!!
MARAUDERS: *Laughing hysterically, unable to speak*
DUMBLEDORE: Oh my. This is an interesting turn of events. Mr Malfoy, Mr Snape, perhaps you'd both like to retrieve your undergarments?
[They do so. They then leave for the Slytherin dorms as fast as they can possibly run, the laughter of the entire school following them]
RANDOM GRYFFINDOR: Whoever these pranksters are, I love them already.
LILY: Yeah....aside from the whole, being traumatised because of seeing Snape and Malfoy's underwear. I could have done without that. I think I need therapy.
MOONY: So guys, what next?
PRONGS: Next, we get to watch the Quidditch match!
PADFOOT: YAY!
MOONY: Obsessed much? I think they ought to be on medication for that, don't you think, Wormtail?
WORMTAIL: Oh yes. Speaking of which, have you taken yours?
MOONY: Er..........
PADFOOT & PRONGS: Oh dear.
WORMTAIL: You can say that again. But with more profanity.
PADFOOT & PRONGS: *Open mouths to do so*
MCGONAGALL: One word out of either of you and you'll both be in detention until you graduate.
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Please review!
*WolfStar*