Marauding Mischief

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So I had a little problem with the story thing so I ended up deleting it and re-creating it which was annoying to the tenth power. But anyway, without further ado, here is the fourth and longer chapter, as promised.

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Disclaimer: Any characters, places, or anything at all that you recognize as Harry Potter universe is owned by the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling. Not me. The plot does belong to me though.

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Chapter Four: The Mistake of Brownies

The whole idea of making brownies by muggle ways was the first terrible mistake. The ones to follow would be much worse though. Once white counter tops were smeared with chocolate and milk, and the pale yellow walls were hardly recognizable.

"James! Don't-do-that." Remus gasped from the corner, rubbing an already dirty sleeve across his brown looking face. James had just started mixing the brownie mix with the mixer about a mile above the bowl, blowing batter everywhere. "Okay Sirius.. read that little bit on the back of the box."

"What, this?"

"No you idiot, that." James jabbed a finger near the middle of the box that said how long to bake it for.

"Oh, right." Sirius looked at him sheepishly before reading what was in the area. "Uh… 350 degrees for um, it says like 35 minutes... annnd, you put all the ingredients in, right?"

Remus took his turn this time and glanced at the temperature on the oven. 350 degrees. He set it for 35 minutes and strode over to the counter. "Ready?"

He and James carefully poured the mix into the pan and put it in the oven. Little did they know that it wasn't set for 35 minutes anymore. Now it was programmed to bake for two hours. Good ol' Sirius had been messing with the buttons and didn't change it back. So much for good brownies.

The terror had only begun though.

While the three were tidying up the kitchen during the duration of baking time, they came across the mixer coated with chocolate. Yum. And Sirius had even been dreaming of it earlier. There was also the bowl, but most of the mix was in the oven baking, as Remus had demanded they get as much as possible out. Mush to James' dismay.

"So who gets it?"

"Me," Sirius proposed, grinning broadly.

"We'll play for it," James suggested which they all came to agreement on.

"Play what?"

"Paper, scissors, rock."

"Okay."

Paper, scissors, rock.

James had scissors, Remus rock, and Sirius rock.

"Okay, so James gets the little bit in the bowl. All that's left is the mixer thingies and the thing we scooped the mix out with."

Paper, scissors, rock.

"Dammit. You won." Remus informed Sirius disappointedly.

In response to this Sirius danced around the kitchen with the mixer in hand.

Quite happy with himself he promptly jammed a beater into his mouth, with it still on the mixer, and with the mixer STILL plugged in. How incredibly stupid. But you could suspect Sirius doing something as serious as this.

By accident while the beater was in his mouth he pushed the on button. What-a-disaster. Shouts boomed throughout the kitchen and panicked yelps disrupted surrounding neighbors. "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Remus stood mouth gaping at him while James started panicky shouts.

"Heeeelllp meee." Sirius managed to get out through the beating his tongue was receiving. Remus finally managed to wrench the thing off his tongue, only to drop it in fear on the ground.

"Wh' 'id 'at?" Due to the nature of the quite recent event, Sirius could barely get a proper word out. He felt as if he'd just had his tongue pierced, it was swollen and depriving him of the ability of speech.

"What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do, what are we gonna-" James was now standing against the counter gasping for air while he muttered under his breath. As if she were being summoned, Lily was now standing in the midst of the destruction. "What on Earth have you done?" She inquired, a frown playing on her face. Though she was still quite angry with the three, she couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for all of them.

"Siri- James, what were you thinking?" He opened his mouth wide-eyed and stared at her for a moment. "Yes I know you took Muggle Studies, but mind you barely passed. And Sirius, Sirius. You passed with wonderful grades? Why-how did you do this?"

"I 'on' 'o'. I' 'ust 'appen'd."

"Oh right, tongue swollen." She pulled her wand out and tapped the side of his face. Very visibly his tongue shrank back to normal size and the discoloration was gone. "Thanks." She smiled for a moment before frowning again. "Your welcome. But I still can't believe you… after everything that happened today and then you do, you do this."

"Lily, you have to admit that it was rather amusing… those muggles thought something had exploded or something…" After about ten short minutes of cleaning, thanks very much to magic, they were each seated in arm chairs in the family room. Brownies in hand. Even though they had been burned, Lily managed to salvage them.

Laughing she nodded then questioned them, giggling still. "Why don't any of you have pants on?" At one they all looked down, blushing ever so slightly. "They got wet." They muttered, glancing over at the clothes still drying. "Didn't your skirt get wet at all?"

Sighing she looked at them in disbelief. "Yes, but have any of you ever heard of changing your clothes?"

Nodding and laughing silently James propped his feet up on a nearby table. "So.. will you be staying for dinner?" Sirius smirked and glanced towards the spankin' clean kitchen.

"Actually, I think I better get going. My grandmother called earlier and I promised I'd call her back. Something about my awful sister Petunia and.." She trailed off with the last back at the looks of disgust on their faces. "Well, seeing as you could care less, I'll talk to you lot tomorrow. Bye James." With a last smile she was gone and back in her own home.

Remus was the first to speak, breaking the slight rein of silence. "So I take it your staying Padfoot?"

"Yup.. So what's for dinner?"

A large can smashed into his head, sending him flying over the back of his chair and to the ground. "Eww, noodles?" Of course it would be him who cared about what was to eat, not what had just happened.

"Fine then, starve." James said stubbornly, not about to change his dinner plans. Not that it mattered, he just wanted to be difficult.

"I will then."

With that he was shoved out the front door, and locked out. Remus and James being the kind and considerate ones they also put a temporary charm on the perimeter of their house so Sirius couldn't apparate in. What great friends.

"Let me in, let me in, let me-" Suddenly the sound was gone and they could only see the door shaking, no sound was heard; all courtesy of Mr. Moony and his silencing charm.

A/N: So, did you like it? –bounces up and down- Anyway… The part where Sirius gets his tongue caught in the mixer was and idea from the commercial for that Dairy Queen brownie shake thing. I love it. I was going to have Remus get his tongue caught but I figured he wouldn't be stupid enough to eat it with it plugged in and still in the mixer. As for James, I figured since he had the beginning dream scene I'd do a little something with Mr. Padfoot. Although all the Messers are quite mischievous, I figured it'd suit him the best. And if you can't understand what he's saying when his tongues swollen… well, too bad. Hehe.