After the madness of the first day of their grand plan to upset Hogwarts' proverbial apple cart, the Marauders began day 2 in a rather subdued manner. As much as James and Sirius wanted to strut out of the common room, pleased as punch with their recent wrongdoings (and as much as Peter wanted to copy them), Remus persuaded them to lower the tone and act a little less obvious about the whole thing. He had to remind them, that after all, the goal for the week was to not get caught. Sirius in turn reminded him to stop worrying so much about it, and to just let loose and have fun with it all- to which Remus reminded Sirius that his idea of fun was not being stuck in detention every lunchtime for the rest of the year. Sirius was about to remind Remus that he'd had some excellent fun in the past being stuck in detention, when James overrode him and agreed that all four of them should keep reasonably low profiles if they wanted to get through the week without anyone smelling a rat (at which point Sirius promptly made a pathetic joke about Peter, which didn't earn him any credit from the others, especially not Peter).

Without McGonagall around to hide in the shadows spying on their every move, and continuously glare, asking if they were 'up to anything', the Marauders felt more confident than ever about their prank pulling, and were, at that moment, almost certain that no one suspected them.

Little did they know, as they made their way down to breakfast, things were about to get edgy.

"Potter!"

James stopped in his tracks at the top of the marble staircase and slowly turned around, as did the others. Their blood ran cold and their hearts began to pound when they saw that the person who had called out to James was Mr Filch. He had a rather battered looking Scraggles tucked under his arm, and they saw his hands were roughly bandaged- there was no doubt whatsoever in their minds that the bandages were hiding biting teacup wounds.

A momentary pang of guilt struck them- Sirius in particular- but it soon vanished as Filch beckoned them over to him, with a gnarly finger.

"Don't like the look of this, Prongs," Sirius mumbled out of the corner of his mouth. "Don't like the look of this at all,"

"Just…act…natural," said James, slowly advancing towards the caretaker. "We haven't…done…anything. We have nothing to hide, all right?"

Peter let out a tiny whimper.

James smiled brightly and adopted a rather cheerful tone. "How can we help you Mr Filch?"

Filch's mood was clearly at the opposite end of the scale. He held up his bandaged hand.

"Do you know, what this is?" he asked, glowering.

It was a silly question, really- though the Marauders felt this wasn't the time to point out to Mr Filch, in no uncertain terms, that it was indeed his hand, and simply remained silent. It was obviously a sore point- quite literally, too.

James shook his head and the others followed suit.

"It's a bite," Filch explained. "A bite from one of those teacups in your Transfiguration class yesterday,"

"Oh," said Remus, fishing around for something to say. "The four of us were…were lucky to come away unharmed,"

"Awfully funny that, isn't it?" leered Filch. "If my documentation is anything to go by, then I'd say you four troublemakers have quite a criminal record at this school,"

The Marauders glanced at one another. They couldn't very well deny this statement- although something in Filch's eyes made them think twice about simply offhandedly agreeing with him, so again, they kept quiet.

Filch continued, vaguely stroking Scraggles.

"And in the case of yesterdays events, I'd say that record is standing against you at the moment,"

Sirius tried to look vague.

"We don't know what you mean," he said apologetically.

Filch abruptly seemed to decide that beating about the bush was useless.

"You know all too well what I mean!" he snapped, so suddenly that all four friends jumped in fright. "I know it was you! You put those dungbombs in my office, didn't you?? And you tampered with Professor Kettleburn's teacups!! You did, I KNOW it!"

"No, please, Mr-"

"And I wouldn't be in the least bit surprised if it was you who caused all that trouble in the library!" he spat, clutching Scraggles and leaning closer.

"You can't prove we did any of that!" Sirius blurted out.

"Oh I'll get proof, boy, I can tell you now," said Filch coldly, his voice still wavering with rage. "Until then, I'll be keeping a close eye on all four of you, mark my words!"

With one final bitter glare at the Marauders, Filch turned and stalked away in an incredibly foul mood. Sirius made a rude gesture once his back was turned, and Peter looked as if he was going to cry.

"He can't scare us!" chuckled James. "He's got no evidence!"

"He's right, though. We do have a criminal record, James," said Remus, grimly. "They have to punish someone, you know,"

"And it won't be us," said James, leading the way down the stairs. "No, it definitely won't. Even if we have to lay the blame on someone else,"

"Like who?"

"I dunno," said James. "But just because he's a bit peeved off about yesterday, doesn't mean we're going to avoid him from now on. On the contrary- I think we should go out of our way to annoy him now,"

"Yeah," agreed Sirius. "You know, I bet he's not even hurt from those teacups. I bet he's just faking it to try and make us feel guilty,"

"Either that or he wants more excuses to go and visit Madam Pomfrey," giggled Peter. "Everyone knows he has a soft spot for her!"

The other three Marauders looked disgusted.

"Wormtail!" Sirius groaned. "We don't want to know!"

"Yeah, thanks a lot for putting me off my breakfast!" James complained. "I don't need to hear about Filch's love life at this time of the morning- or at any time of the morning- or anytime ever!"

Despite joking they weren't hungry, the Marauders still ate ravenously, and finished their breakfast early. They had just collected up their things and were getting ready to head out of the Great Hall, off to first lesson, when Peter accidentally collided with someone, and dropped all his books.

"Watch it, Pettigrew,"

Severus Snape stood before him, brushing down his robes as if being touched by a Gryffindor was highly unhygienic. He was looking sour as always, his greasy black hair hanging in limp tresses around his pallid face, and his hooked nose seeming even more hooked than usual now that he was angry.

"I-I'm sorry," Peter stuttered, bending down to pick up his books.

"Don't apologise to that slimy git, Peter," said Sirius. "He probably did it on purpose anyway- make him pick up your books!"

Snape scowled at Sirius.

"Shut up Black, or I'll hex you,"

"Now, now, Snivellus, we won't tolerate talk like that at the dinner table," warned James. "Be a good boy and tell Peter you're sorry,"

Snape's mouth was twisted with rage. He looked down at Peter.

"I'm not apologising to that lump of lard," he shot back. "And you two dimwits can't make me,"

If Sirius wasn't already at the end of his tether, this last remark certainly lured him there. Remus, sensing trouble, knelt down to help Peter with his books, keeping his head low.

"Right," Sirius barked, eyes flashing angrily. "That's it, Greasy-locks, you take that back!"

Snape sneered and turned on his heel, stalking off towards the exit. Sirius was absolutely fuming.

"He's asking for it, he really is!" he said hotly. "That slimeball's gonna pay!"

"Oh, he'll pay all right, Padfoot," said James quite calmly. "We've got Potions with him first lesson, and let me tell you…we're going to make him suffer,"

Sirius grinned. James turned to Peter and Remus. "Right?" he asked.

"U-um," Peter sounded a little unsure. "If you say so, James,"

Remus glanced at him reprovingly.

"You've got no chance of messing around in Potions," he told him sternly. "Not with Professor Quinn about,"

James threw back his head and laughed.

"Oh I just love a challenge," he said smoothly.

The dungeons were chilly as always, and the Marauders tried to keep warm as they sat around with their fellow 5th years, waiting for their teacher to arrive.

"Are we doing a practical today?" asked Peter, to everyone in general.

"Yeah," said James, sounding a little distracted. His eyes were scanning the room, and he was clearly planning something. "Yeah, we are,"

"Oh, great," sighed Remus. "The one lesson where I'd rather be doing theory,"

"Are you kidding, Moony?" asked Sirius, looking astonished. "A practical lesson's an absolute blessing for us today! If there's one way we can get back at Snivellus, its by screwing things up for him in his favourite lesson,"

"And screw things up we will," said James. "I've got a plan,"

The door behind them banged open and Professor Quinn strode in, proudly wearing her green and silver Slytherin sash and the usual 'no-nonsense' look on her face. Her dark hair was wound into a particularly tight bun today- which probably signified she wasn't in the best of moods.

"5th Years," she announced, standing at the front of the room. "You should recall me informing you we were to be having a practical lesson today,"

A few class members nodded, murmuring in agreement. Quinn regarded them all in silence for a moment.

"Well?" she asked sharply. "Why is it that no one appears to be set up? Come on, quickly! Pair off! Cauldrons out! Organise your equipment! I shouldn't have to tell you this by now!"

Students hastily got to their feet and shuffled around amongst themselves, getting into pairs and setting up their equipment. Professor Quinn whirled around to the blackboard and began writing out instructions.

The Marauders split into pairs- Sirius and James, and Peter and Remus- and began getting out their ingredients.

"You see?" said Remus, taking a vial off a nearby shelf. "You shouldn't upset her today, she's already tetchy,"

"She's always tetchy! That's just her nature!" Sirius countered. "Don't panic, Rem- Jamesy here has it all under control. You just worry about making sure Peter doesn't mess up your potion,"

"Hey," said Peter, looking offended.

"The Potion we will be concocting today is known as the Draft of Peace," said Professor Quinn to the class. "This potent potion, correctly brewed, will give the drinker a sense of peace and relaxation. You will in fact be tested on this particular draft in your upcoming OWLs, so please take notice of what you're doing- I'd like for this lesson to go as smoothly as possible, thankyou,"

James and Sirius smiled knowingly. Quinn surveyed her students.

"Well I daresay you can all read," she said curtly, stepping aside and indicating to the blackboard. "Off you go- lets not waste any more time. Come on- get started!"

There was a steady ascent of voices as students began to talk amongst themselves, and start on their drafts.

10 more minutes into the lesson, and the potion brewing was well under way. The room had warmed up from the heat of all the bubbling cauldrons, and the 5th years were busily adding ingredients and rushing about, asking friends for help- Professor Quinn had neglected to warn them that this was a particularly tricky potion to brew, and more than a few students were looking worried as to whether or not they were on the right track.

Snape seemed to be getting more help than anyone from Professor Quinn- whether this was because he was partnerless, or because Quinn favoured students from her own house, the Marauders didn't know.

Peter and Remus were already having trouble. They were both looking flustered, robe sleeves rolled up to their elbows- Peter was sweating, and Remus' light brown hair was a little on the messy side, from running his hand through it in concentration. Instead of a milky purple, as their potion was supposed to be at this stage according to Professor Quinn's instructions, theirs was more of an insipid, watery green.

"Look, it says there, we were supposed to stir while pouring in the essence of hellebore," said Remus, pointing to the board. "After gradually adding the powdered moonstone,"

Peter looked extremely apologetic.

"I didn't add the moonstone," he said in a tiny voice. "Sorry,"

Remus put a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes.

"Ah," he said. "Well that could well be the problem,"

Peter continued awkwardly. "Do-do you think it mattered that I didn't quite put in the whole 4 spoons of Skullcap root? Its just that I ran out, and could only make it to 3 and a bit…"

Remus looked hopelessly at their potion, then over at Sirius and James, who seemed to be coping quite well.

"What's the next instruction, Prongs?" asked Sirius, slowly stirring their mixture.

James wiped his glasses, which had fogged up once again from the heat and read off the board. "'Allow to stand for 5 minutes before proceeding'," he said, and then lowered his voice. "Well, how handy- what do you say we cause some trouble?"

"I'm all for that," said Sirius. "What are we gonna do?"

James signalled for Remus and Peter to join them. The two abandoned their dismal attempt at the Draft of Peace and moved over to James and Sirius.

James began.

"All right, time to have some fun with Snivellus. Quinn's left the store room open again, see?" He pointed over to the doorway behind Professor Quinn's desk. "There's all sorts in there- stuff we could really use. If we can distract Quinn for a bit, we could sneak in there undetected, get the goods, sneak out again, and voila! We'll be fully armed with all the weird potions and tonics we can carry!"

"Perfect," said Sirius evilly. "Then we can slip a bit of this, and a bit of that into Snape's Draft of Peace, and completely make a fool out of him!"

Remus looked doubtful. "You really think it's going to be that easy?"

"A total breeze," James reassured him. "Look, Sirius and I will go to the store room- you two distract Professor Quinn!"

"H-how do we do that?" said Peter, a little fretfully.

"Well," said Sirius, "Pretend you've stuffed up your potion and need help!"

"That'll be easy," said Remus dryly as James and Sirius crept off. "Quick, Peter- tip all of that hellebore essence into our cauldron,"

"Why-?"

"Just do it," replied Remus. "And here, add some of this,"

Peter looked completely befuddled as Remus pushed some asphodel across the table to him. "But…this is asphodel, Remus, its not even in the instructions!"

"I know," grinned Remus. Peter did as he was told and their potion bubbled orange, sizzling viciously. Remus raised his hand. "Professor Quinn?"

Sirius and James watched Quinn leaving Snape for the moment and crossing over their friends.

"Now!" hissed James.

The two of them dashed over to the store room and James hurtled inside. Sirius stood guard by the door, trying to look casual.

The storeroom was huge- however, James didn't have time to marvel at the size, or how high up the old, grimy stone walls the shelves stretched. Instead he got straight to work, reading labels as quickly as he could, grabbing any bottles that looked interesting, and stuffing them into his robes.

Meanwhile, outside, Sirius was slightly overdoing the laid-back attitude by whistling innocently, and staring around the room as if he were admiring the architecture. A couple of Gryffindor girls near the front were peering at him strangely. Sirius hastily pretended to be looking at the chalk instructions on the nearby blackboard.

"My eyesight's not that good," he called. "Gotta get close to be able to read anything these days,"

The girls regarded him with even stranger looks and returned their focus to their cauldrons.

"Come on, James," muttered Sirius under his breath.

Back at the bench, Professor Quinn was getting frustrated with Remus and Peter.

"Pettigrew, Lupin; I made my instructions clear, did I not?"

She pointed down at the content of their cauldron, which was now simmering an angry red- it couldn't have been further from what one would imagine a Draft of Peace to look like. "I am disappointed in the both of you, however, we may be able to get this vile concoction back on track with a few drops of basic-"

Remus picked up a nearby bowl of chopped Feverfew.

"Oh, this?" he asked, tipping it in.

"NO!"

A great cloud of smoky dust arose from the cauldron. Remus and Peter managed to duck out of the way in time, but Professor Quinn and a fair few nearby students weren't quick enough, and were directly engulfed by the swirling smoke. Upon inhaling it, they all began to sneeze violently as if they'd just sniffed a large amount of pepper.

"No, no, no!" choked Professor Quinn, her eyes streaming as she held back a sneeze. "You have disobeyed my instructions! Again!"

She broke off, staggering backwards as she sneezed forcefully. A few Slytherin's behind them had gotten a hefty amount of the dust too, and were doing the same.

Sirius watched in amusement from the store room door.

"James!" he called. "Hurry up! I don't know how long the communal sneezing fit is gonna last!"

James, who's pockets by this time were stashed with several bottles and vials of unusual potions, raced back to the door where Sirius stood.

"The store room raid has been successfully completed," he reported with a grin. "Are we good, or are we good?"

"We're definitely good," Sirius established.

The whole dungeon was echoing with "achoo's", until Professor Quinn steadied herself long enough to wave her wand and mutter a spell, which cleared the air, and Remus and Peter's cauldron.

"Now," she sniffed, tucking her wand back into her robes. "You two are to start again, and brew the Draft of Peace properly this time. You will also see me after class, as I need to have a word to both of you about misusing potion ingredients. Considering you have conveniently run out, I will on this one occasion, lend you some. You are very lucky I have a fresh batch of powdered moonstone in the store room, ready to-"

"The store room??" gasped Peter, glancing over. He instantly relaxed when he saw James and Sirius safely heading back. "Oh…er…thankyou,"

Professor Quinn swept to the storeroom in search of the moonstone, just as James and Sirius arrived back at their cauldron (James chinking slightly as he walked, through all the bottles in his robe pockets).

"Good work, you two," said Sirius. "How did things go?"

Remus frowned.

"Well, thanks to you, Peter and I now have to stay behind to have a talk with Professor Quinn at the end of the lesson," he said heatedly.

Sirius and James were about to make an apologetic reply when they saw Snape leave his cauldron unattended, as he left to get something from one of the shelves. Their eyes simultaneously lit up.

"Quick! Now's our chance!" said James, fishing into his robes and drawing out a random unlabelled bottle, filled with bright blue liquid. "We have to work fast- Peter, you're closest- slip this into Snivelly's potion!"

"Me??"

"Yes you!" said Sirius. "No Quinn, no Snape- this is the perfect opportunity!"

James passed the bottle to Sirius, who passed it to Remus, who reluctantly passed it to Peter.

Peter turned the bottle over in his hands. "We don't even know what it is," he said. "It could be really dangerous!"

"That's the fun of it, Pete!" said Sirius, almost bouncing up and down in excitement. "Quickly! Do it!"

Peter surrendered, finding himself once again succumbing to peer pressure. He sidled over, bit his lip, closed his eyes and in one swift movement, tipped the contents of the bottle into Snape's cauldron of perfectly brewed Peace Draft.

Nothing happened. Not immediately, anyway. It was a tense moment. The four Marauders waited in silence, almost trembling with anticipation, their gaze fixated on the cauldron.

Snape returned, carrying a dish of diced caterpillars. He had only just set them down on the bench and reached for his measuring cup when he froze, staring into his cauldron.

His potion had started to simmer and steam vigorously.

James stifled a snigger. Sirius gripped the table. Remus couldn't bare to watch, but couldn't tear his eyes away either, and Peter realised with shock that he was still holding the empty bottle, and hastily crammed it into his pocket.

Snape blinked. His expression was one of utter confusion. He had followed the instructions, used the right ingredients, got all the help he could from Professor Quinn, yet his potion had somewhere along the lines turned from a swirly pale lavender, to a brilliant sky blue. Not only that, it was also beginning to froth up.

Several students now were beginning to point and laugh. It was common knowledge in their year level that Snape was very skilled at Potions, and rarely made a mistake. To see him mess up was a historical event.

Snape himself was stepping back now, mouthing wordlessly as the thick blue foam crept up the edges of his cauldron and reached the brim, spilling over.

"What's the matter, Snivelly?" James jeered. "Can't you brew your potions properly without Professor Quinn to help you every little step of the way?"

"That's not potion he's brewing, Jamesy- it's bubblebath!" said Sirius loudly. "Or maybe it's a new kind of frothy shampoo he's designed, for especially greasy hair!"

A few of the students watching laughed, including James and Peter. Snape was still too dumbfounded by the increasing abundance of blue spume frothing out of his cauldron to even answer. Suddenly, he rounded on the Marauders.

"You!" he spluttered. "You- you did this!"

James feigned a look of perfect innocence.

"No we didn't, Snivellus- just because your potion's gone wrong, doesn't mean you can start blaming other people!"

"Don't lie, Potter!" Snape cried. "You must have! I didn't do anything wrong!"

His temper was starting to boil over- and it wasn't the only thing doing so, either. He seemed entirely oblivious that behind him his foam filled cauldron was now bubbling so violently that the whole thing was quivering, bouncing off the table.

Remus noticed this and knew it couldn't be a good sign.

"S-Severus," he said, pointing to the cauldron. "Your potion, its-"

Snape ignored him.

"Admit it!" he demanded, staring wild eyed at Sirius and James. "You put something in my potion when I wasn't looking, didn't you?"

"Who, us?" said Sirius lightly. "James and I didn't go anywhere near your stupid potion,"

"Severus, please- turn around!" urged Remus, gesturing frantically to Snape's cauldron, which had started to whistle like a boiling kettle. "Its going to-"

"You two just wait!" Snape snarled, balling his fists in anger. "You…just…wait!"

"DUCK!" yelled Sirius.

The four Marauders hit the dungeon floor, and just in time- from somewhere in the direction of Snape's cauldron, there was a very pronounced "poof!" sound- the blue foam had exploded from Snape's cauldron with the force of a volcanic eruption, but with the sound of someone landing on a bed of squishy feather pillows. Students screamed as vibrantly blue froth flew up into the air and floated down in pieces like large chunks of snow, settling all around the classroom.

James, Sirius, Remus and Peter peered back over their desks and had to fight the urge to laugh. The walls, desks, ceiling, and almost every student in the room was splattered with fluffy blue suds- and Snape was covered from head to foot in the stuff.

However, the best was yet to come. For the Marauders, anyway- in the case of the foam covered students, it was more the worst was yet to come.

It all happened within the blink of an eye- wherever the foam had made contact with human skin, great plumes of bright blue feathers started to abruptly sprout. Around the room the affected students were gasping and shrieking in alarm as feathers and down covered their hands, and faces. Snape, who had been totally coated in the foam, was hardly recognisable, and now looked like an oversized tropical parrot in robes. He looked panicked beyond belief.

This was all too much for James and Sirius, who had sank to the floor and were practically weeping with laughter.

"James!" choked Sirius, clutching his sides. "We've really done it this time! We've turned them all into bloody fwoopers!"

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN IS GOING ON??"

Professor Quinn had re-entered from the storeroom and had obviously flipped her lid at the site that greeted her. Her feather covered students were just as stunned and as horrified as she was. Silence fell over the room.

"Well?" she continued in a deathly whisper. "Would anyone care to explain??"

A short Gryffindor named Derrick Stebbins seemed to feel it was his place to elaborate (it was easy to tell that he must have got a large helping of foam square in the face; it was entirely covered by a plumage of blue feathers).

"Snape's potion exploded!" he called out. "He messed it up somehow and-"

Snape wasn't at all happy with this answer.

"It wasn't my fault!" he argued. He pointed a shaky feathered finger at James and his friends. "They did it! They must have slipped something in it! They must have!"

Quinn's hawk eyes flew to the Marauders.

"Is that so?" she questioned through clenched teeth.

All four of the Marauders started to step backwards, nervously shaking their heads.

"No-no," said Peter, voice unnaturally high. "We-we didn't-"

"Don't listen to him," Sirius laughed. "He's a nutter, he's only trying to shift the-"

Sirius didn't finish as he found himself tripping backwards into his and James' cauldron. He accidentally knocked it with his elbow, and it wobbled for a second, then toppled over with a crash, its milky green contents leaking out onto the floor.

"Sorry," Sirius offered, in a tiny voice.

Quinn was still advancing on them, too angry to even notice the mess the spilt potion had made.

"Oh well done Padfoot," muttered James in dismay. "If she wasn't already going to kill us, she is now,"

"Hang on, green?" whispered Remus in puzzlement, looking down at the potion. "Draft of Peace is supposed to be purple, isn't it?"

"Remus!" whimpered Sirius. "I hardly think this is the time!"

"No, look!" replied Remus. A light white mist started to slowly rise from the potion on the floor. "You let it brew for more than 5 minutes, didn't you? That means…of course…"

Remus had clearly figured something out that no one else had. James, Sirius and Peter were all eying him as if he'd gone mental.

"He's lost it," said James. "We're about to get the lecture of a lifetime and he's on about potion colours,"

"Just trust me," Remus insisted coolly. "And whatever you do, don't breathe in the mist,"

"Never in my career," Professor Quinn said, stopping before the puddle of potion on the floor. "Have I ever encountered such utter…dis…respect…"

The white mist seeping up from the potion had risen high enough to enshroud Professor Quinn. Through the haze between the her and the Marauders, they saw that, for some reason, she seemed to be getting very tired all of a sudden. She gave a yawn and put a hand to her head.

"I…want to see…all of you…after class…for…"

With another yawn, Professor Quinn stumbled sideways a little, then her legs gave way and she collapsed to the floor, snoring softly.

There was a babble of confused voices as the feather covered students rushed to see if she was all right, but then they in turn began to yawn and look drowsy as they entered the white mist, one by one, falling asleep as their Professor had- Snape, in all his feathery glory, being one of them.

The Marauders stepped backwards towards the door, away from the spilt potion, and the unconscious forms of their teacher and fellow students.

"Wh-what-?" was all James could utter, as several more students toppled backwards into desks, and collapsed in dead heaps on the cold stone floor.

"Its your potion," said Remus with a chuckle. "You let it brew too long, so it went past the Draft of Peace stage, and turned into a Draft of Sleep! You see? The mist it's giving off is putting everyone to sleep!"

"Wow," Peter breathed. "You two are good! You made everyone fall asleep and you didn't even try!"

"I tell you, Wormtail," James told him, smugly. "The spontaneous pranks are always the most rewarding!"

The last conscious student in the class apart from the four friends passed out. They stared at the arrangement of sleeping 5th years, draped over chairs, sprawled on the floor- some even sleeping on each other (Snape, in particular, had dozed off on top of Emmeline Vance, which would no doubt be awkward for both of them when they finally awoke).

The white fog had reached most corners of the room, and was now reaching to the door, where the Marauders stood.

"I-I think we should leave," said Peter.

"Er, yes," said Remus, but looking a little hesitant. "But-but shouldn't we do something?"

Sirius and James grinned the mischievous grins they were becoming famous for, and each took one of Remus' arms.

"Well Moony, the Prefect thing to do would be to go and get help…" said James.

"However," continued Sirius. "The Marauder thing to do would be to leg it, and pretend we had nothing to do with it,"

"B-But-"

"No buts," said James as they steered him out of the Potions room, and away from the sleeping blue-feathered students and Professor. "I'd go for the latter, wouldn't you? Its so much more daring,"

Remus sighed, smiling.

"True," he said.

"That's what I thought," said James, winking. "Come on, lets go to the Common room- I've still got all these damn bottles in my pockets, we need to get them hidden…mind you, one of them has given me a brilliant idea on how to 'spice up' tonight's dinner…"

Well- there you go- the Seven Days of Maraudery Goodness are well under way! I'd love you to read and review, let me know if you're liking it so far- if not, I'm sorry. If so, well then- I'll continue! :)