I was seriously considering discontinuing this story – but decided not to. Here's the new chapter – Read and Review!!

The next morning, James woke up and saw he was already five minutes late for Binns' class. Professor Binns was the only ghost teacher that Hogwarts had, interestingly enough. Apparently one day he had just gotten up out if his body without even realizing he was dead. This puzzled the Marauders because they couldn't wait to get out of school, let alone being here after they died.

He saw that Sirius was still lying in the adjacent four poster. "Oi! Get up, mate! We're running late!"

Sirius groaned. The girl from last night was still laying next him. He shook her awake. Seeing what was going to happen, James decided to go and shower. He walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel to find Sirius' girl gone with him lying in bed. He got dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans to wear under his robes as well as a plain black T-Shirt. He threw an odd shoe on the ground at Sirius.

"Get the fuck out of bed!"

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James walked into History of Magic about twenty minutes late. He attempted to go unnoticed to an open seat, but thought of a quick excuse when questioned by the teacher.

"You there boy! Why are you late?" Binns said to James.

"Why, sir, you just gave me permission to go to the bathroom not five minutes ago. I believe you're exact words were: 'Yes, yes hurry up and piss.'" Binns looked stunned, as did the class. Potter was never questioned for arriving late to Binns' class.

"Well, then, take your seat."

Rather than sit behind Remus, James headed for the other open seat. The one that just happened to be right next to a certain Lillian Evans. He threw a look of triumph over towards Remus and Peter before sitting down.

"Hey there, beautiful," he whispered to her.

"Damn it, Potter, leave me alone. I'm trying to take notes."

"Can I ask you a serious question, Evans?"

"If I answer it will you leave me alone?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say babe."

"Fine ask me," Lily said to him, a desperate hope in her eyes.

"Want to go out with me, Evans?" James said. He enjoyed making her mad.

"James Potter I swear I'm going to kill you! You son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you! You're a dirty little bastard!"

James could tell this was going to be a good day. While distracting the rest of the class, Lily's explosion didn't seem to bother Professor Binns as much as James' late arrival did. He merely gave her a disgruntled look.

Then Sirius walked through the door, nonchalantly, and sat down in the seat behind Remus. The ghost teaching the class did not even notice. The other sixth years threw Sirius looks of amazement. He got away with everything!

"Smooth, Sirius, smooth," Remus whispered to him while shaking his hair out of his eyes.

"Thank you, Moony. You should grow a beard," he responded as though it was a perfectly normal thing to say. Remus gave him an odd look and stroked his chin.

"Whatever you say, Padfoot."

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The rest of the day was rather uneventful, other than Sirius being slapped in the face at lunch.

"Come on now, babe, what was that for?" Sirius asked her in a mature voice.

"For throwing me out of your bed at fucking 8:20 in the morning!" she said, slapping him again.

"Look, Kathy, I'm really sorry. I really like you a lot," he pulled her into a deep kiss. It didn't seem to bother her that he forgot her name. The deputy headmistress, however, did seem rather peeved.

"This is the dining hall! Not some public kissing…. Place! Mr. Black!" Sirius continued snogging with Katie. "Detention, Black! Now allow that girl to return to her seat." Eventually she pried the two of them apart.

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"I'm fucking bored out of my mind, mate," Sirius said to James as they sat in the common room.

"Well then what do you propose we do?" James responded. He was shuffling a pack of Exploding Snap cards and staring into space.

"We could go down to the kitchens," Sirius suggested. James didn't respond.

"We could score some acid," he thought aloud.

"Brilliant, mate, do you know someone?" It had been a while since James had tried acid. It now had advanced from a patch to what strongly resembled over the counter pills.

"Yeah, yeah, I know someone. Christ, Prongs, you're talking to Sirius Black!"

"Alright go get it then, I'm sick of grass."

Sirius hurried out the portrait hole. James had liked acid, but he hadn't done it in a long time to avoid building up tolerance to it. It was great to be on an acid trip and play his guitar.

Sirius, on the other hand, was having second thoughts. He had heard multiple stories of bad trips, all of them starting off with people unsure they wanted to take it. James could handle it, he knew, but he didn't want a bad trip. It could mess him up for life. Hopefully, he wouldn't be able to find Diggory anywhere.

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A real short chapter, but I swear I'm working on a long one!