Hey everyone! Here is the second chapter! I did not write all of this myself. My friends moony391, Lily106, and squirrely-wrath wrote parts in this! Thanks to them for helping me out of my writer's block and contributing to this story! Thank you for all of your reviews and please continue to give me your feedback!

flyingthoroughbred

P.S. Do not blame me if all of a sudden you have a craving for purple, homemade, rutabaga flavored pickles!

Prongs and Moony turned the corner towards the kitchens. As they entered the kitchen, Moony turned to Prongs.

"What kind of pickles do you want?"

"Purple, homemade, that taste like rutabagas," Prongs stated matter-of-factly.

Moony stared. "How about dill?" He questioned his friend.

"No. They have to be purple, homemade, and taste like rutabagas."

"Gross! Why rutabagas?"

"Because I said so!"

"I think you should just go with dill."

"I think it's raining!"

"What!" Moony asked, totally unprepared for the change of subject. He looked out of the window and saw that it was, indeed, raining. "Ummm…..okay. It's raining. So what?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that it was raining," Prongs answered non-chalantly.

"Ummm…right. Why don't we look for your pickles? What was it? Purple, homemade, and rutabaga-tasting?" Moony asked, changing the subject.

Prongs and Moony dug through all of the cabinets, iceboxes, and all of the drawers looking for Prongs' pickles.

Moony was looking through a cabinet of canned goods when he came to a jar of purplish goop with misshapen sticks in it. 'What the hell is this!' Moony thought. All of the sudden, Prongs grabbed the jar out of his hands, opened it, and ate one of the stick-like things. He quickly vomited, all over Moony.

"Yuck!" Moony yelled, "What was that for?"

'I thought these were my pickles," Prongs apologized gloomily, "But they're not."

Moony looked around. They had gone through every cabinet, drawer, and icebox, and still they couldn't find purple, homemade, rutabaga-flavored pickles. "It looks like they don't have any," he said to Prongs, "Why don't we go back to bed?"

"Okay," prongs said reluctantly, "But if I don't get my purple, homemade, rutabaga-flavored pickles this week, I am going to turn very ugly! And I have a date with Lilly on Saturday! Moony!" he cried grabbing his friend by the shoulders and shaking him, "I must get my pickles this week!"

"Okay! Okay!" Moony said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I want to go back to bed. We have breakfast in an hour!" He threw the cloak over himself and Prongs and they made their way back to the their beds to sleep for an hour.

Unfortuanately, at dawn, Padfoot (who didn't know of the pickle fiasco) woke Prongs and Moony, screaming something about Wormtail's fluffy pink hat.

So what did you think? Please review! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

flyingthoroughbred