I'mmm bbacckk!!! Ok, hello folks. Well....I SAW THE MOVIE!!! It was pretty good. I liked Remus a lot more than I thought I would. I hated Peter even more than I thought I would. But I don't want to ruin it for ya'll. I'll save that for my bio. : P
I'm going to kill them. I just know I am. I bet I'll be able to plead insanity for it...Mungo's would probably be better than Azkaban...oh goodness, I'm trying to decide if a straight jacket is better than bars...Dumbledore is never going to hear the end of this.

McGonagall's musings were rudely interrupted by a rather raucous song.

"Ohh I wish I were an Oscar Meyer...."

And I wish I'd realized my father's wishes and become a lawyer instead of a teacher.

"Sirius, stop singing and get to work." said Remus, who was valiantly waving around a stuffed chicken in an attempt to shield himself from the murderous glares of his partners in crime, who were now his comrades in cleaning. Whereas the others shuffled belongings around with their feet in hopes McGonagall would eventually give up on them and leave, Remus seemed to be seriously working toward the completion of the task set before him. Which in the eyes of any self-respecting marauder was an act just short of treason.

"Mooonnyy!!" James hissed across the room. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Cleaning, oh brilliant one. What are you doing?" Remus flashed his most innocent, yet daring smile.

James glared at him before glancing around the room. McGonagall was arguing with Sirius over the proper definition of clutter. But it did not mean he was safe, the professor had a rather mysterious way of appearing the moment he had done something wrong, or something that wasn't completely 'by the books.' Finally he gave up, glaring at Remus with revenge promised in his frown. Remus smiled back.

Absolutely infuriating. James thought, then harkened back to the call of his smelly socks (they were screaming "Wash ME!!!")

"Oh, this is like 'deja vu,' isn't it guys? Isn't it?" Peter piped up from Sirius' corner of the room, where he was sitting cross-legged next to piles of junk. Mostly it was his junk, but the gnawed up dog bone could only have belonged to one person.

"I don't want to know. I don't want to know. I really, really don't want to know..." McGonagall began chanting under her breath.

"Then you are the wisest of us here." said James, in a quiet voice. He held out a trash bag for the bone. Peter dropped it in.

"Well, if you all are done making fun of me now...." said Sirius, his eyes flashing with annoyance around the room.

"I feel like pie." Peter said.

"Oh really. You kinda look like one too. Blueberry or apple? You know, that would be a great Halloween costume for you..." Remus smiled at Peter's glare.

"Oh shut up Moony. I mean I think it's almost lunchtime. When are we going to eat?" Peter turned to McGonagall as he finished.

I'm sure we'll find a four-course meal hidden in the rubbish here some where...

"Soon enough. Finish cleaning out from under your beds and then I'll go to the kitchens." She climbed over James's pile of socks to reach Remus's bed.

"Mr. Lupin, you are the only one who hasn't started." said McGonagall admonishingly, as she lifted the corner of his bed skirt.

A running leap was made, and moments later McGonagall found herself facing a rather embarrassed looking teenager, who was standing between his teacher and the bed skirt she had just dropped.

"Um...professor...I was thinking that I could, you know, maybe...do this tomorrow..." stammered Remus, avoiding eye contact with her. The other boys had gathered around the bed. Normally they would have been at his defense, but deserting him in his 'moment of need' seemed to them an appropriate punishment for breaching the Mischief-Makers Code of Conduct. (Code Number Four: Never willingly aid McGonagall, unless it is life or death. Incidentally, one Padfoot had been behind most of the rules.)

"Mr. Lupin, cleaning this space requires that your area of the room be as clean as the others." She raised an eyebrow, a look she normally left for OWL and NEWT students. (In order to create a certain level of panic in the student population, after all, the students would happily waste the time if they didn't feel the pressure to...succeed.)

Or maybe you just enjoy watching them have minor panic attacks...

"But...professor..." Remus sighed when he saw the resolution in her eyes. Sirius smiled the evilest smile he had. (Rather ruined by the bubble he was attempting to blow at the same time, with some gum of rather...dubious origin.) Reaching over to the bed skirt, Sirius shoved a hand under the bed and pulled out...a box. James and Peter pulled similar boxes out from the other sides of the bed.

"Humm...I wonder what these are?" James smiled cockily at Remus, and opened the top of his box. The other boys followed suit.

And inside...were hundreds and hundreds of chocolate wrappers. The other boys' eyes went wide, and they immediately pulled out the other boxes from under the bed, uncovering many more boxes, all full of empty chocolate wrappers.

"M..Moony...what is this??" James looked up at the other boy.

Sticking his bottom lip out, Remus stood quietly by the bed for a moment. Suddenly, he threw himself down on his knees at McGonagall's feet and started bawling.

"I...I'm so...so sorry....I think I need help...I think I'm addicted..." He sniffed and glanced up into McGonagall's shocked face.

"Addicted to chocolate?" She muttered, wishing she was anywhere else in the castle.

"It sure looks like...or was that another hypothetical ques—" Peter was interrupted by a punch in the head from James.

"Oww! Man, what was that for?" Peter whined while rubbing the back of his head.

"Mr. Lupin, kindly let go of my ankle and get off the floor!" said McGonagall.

Sniffing again, Remus obeyed her.

"Now, please tell me where you got a hold of all this chocolate?" She asked.

Sirius snickered quietly. "Yeah, and tell us how you kept from getting fat."

"And why you didn't share." Peter said, covering up the back of his head from James.

"Um...um...I...Well, my uncle, you know, my mum's brother...he owns Bouncing Bubbles Chocolate Company in Diagon Alley...and he sends my some, er.... about once a week..."

"That would explain all the secret packages you get in the middle of the night. We thought they were from your girlfriend." James said thoughtfully.

"But Mr. Lupin, that's all fine. What I'm wondering is why you kept the wrappers. There are about enough here to paper the exterior of the castle with!" McGonagall looked doubtfully at the boxes.

Remus bit his lip. "Well, I guess it's just kind of a hobby..."

"Moony! Most people collect chocolate frog cards or knit for pastimes, not—"

"Padfoot, who do you know that knits?" James looked curiously at his best friend.

"Dumbledore. He makes his own socks." Sirius smiled back at James.

McGonagall groaned. She was late for second year Transfiguration.

"Boys, I have to go teach. But when I come back this room had better be almost finished, all right? Mr. Lupin, throw out the wrappers." She left, climbing over a pile of posters that Sirius had pulled of his wall; they included everything from popular muggle bands like 'the Beatles,' to wizarding bands to one of 'Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle.'

James let out a whoop of joy on his newest find as McGonagall left the room. He pulled a tattered tri-cornered hat on his head and a dusty looking eye-patch on his eye. Jumping up on his bed (and avoiding crushing a pile of Quidditch-related action figures) he started to sing.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me...."

Sirius smiled evilly. He had been waiting all this time for McGonagall to leave. "So, Wormtail, exactly which girl is this crush of yours on?" He smiled slyly, and slowly approached the smaller boy.

A self-satisfied smile could be found uncharacteristically on Remus's face. At least there was one ex-friend he didn't have to seek revenge against, as Sirius would make Peter's life miserable enough on his own. That just left the other two. He could lure the house elves here tomorrow, and that would definitely be revenge enough against Sirius, but James....

Reaching over, he grabbed hold of James's ankle and pulled him off the bed. He landed on the floor with a 'thud' and a 'crunch,' though whether the crunch was a toy broom or James's back would be a subject of some controversy for years to come.

"REMUS!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" He shouted, glaring up at his friends. A small book followed him off the bed just then, knocking him in the head.

Getting up, James caught site of himself in a mirror. Horrified, he climbed over Peter's chess sets to reach the mirror. On his forehead was a bruise. It was the about a third the size of a sickle, but to James it might as well have been a hubcap.

"MY FACE!! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!!"
Yay! There it is folks. There are probably one or two chapters coming after this one.

And on to reviews!

Remus pokes his head into the room...an embarrassed smile spreading across his face.

"Hey guys...well, on to reviews, you all are all so awesome!" He pulls out his notes.

"First of all to Athena Diagon Cat. Thank you very much. Evidently he does eat them. I really don't want to think about that...."

I feel your pain, as I use to share my room with my sister too. She was the messy one. It nearly resulted in murder!

"And to Heaven's Angel Chick, thank you very much! Hope you liked this chapter." He gathers notes he dropped when sneezing.

"Next to Phaedra-14. Thank you for reviewing! We are glad you liked it."

Actually, I got the idea from a Lord of the Rings writer, she used it once....anyway, I thought it was brilliant, so...

"To HealerAriel, thank you! I just hope you like me more, as Sirius is in detention for life, something about earthworms and Snape..."

Remus....you are getting in trouble...

"And yet you have to keep me, because the others are busy! And next to Miss Piratess, thank you for reviewing!" He absent-mindedly pulled out a small calendar, checking the date of the full moon.

"I thought so...and next to Uineniel! Thank you! I hope you still like me after, you know, the little chocolate problem..."

I always wondered why he had a 'giant slab of chocolate' with him on the train in Prisoner of Azkaban....maybe that's what he carries in his briefcase? They'll clean up, eventually...maybe....I sure hope so...

"And to fairbird, thank you! Well, of course I'm funny, you'd have to have a sense of humor to survive James and Sirius..."

Don't we all feel that way? I just adore Remus, and not just fanfiction Remus. He seems so sweet...anyway, thank you!

"And to Celebrean, well, thanks! We are glad you liked it! Next to Scorchy-11, thank you so much! The crazy author is so pleased..."

That's real rich of you to call me crazy Remus.

"I swore to speak the truth and nothing but....anyways, Thank you to iforgotmypassword!" He promptly dropped his notes. Again.

Remus, do you need help?

"No, no....and to Kinlea, thank you!!"

I just love long reviews...um, on the note about Dumbledore, actually, I think he was....isn't he the reason Remus was able to go to Hogwarts with his...condtion?

"Hey! Don't tell...."

It's alright Remus, they already know, and they love you anyway!

"I bet Peter told...I'll have to get him...and next to Violet-Angel 07, thank you so much!!!!"

"And to Meredith, Queen of Insanity..."

Cool name. I guess I can be the Leader of Lunacy...

"Thank you so much for reviewing!!"

"And then to snickerdoodle131315....Thank you!! We aren't sure, but in the end it doesn't much matter I guess...but we often hear crunching in the middle of the night from under the mound of things on Sirius's bed, so...."

"And last to Scorchy-11 again, don't worry, it's not too much to ask. We hope you liked this one as well..."

Thanks everyone!!