I apologize that I haven't updated in a while. But I've been working on
several stories simultaniously, and my boys just kinda got shoved off to
the side. I'm so sorry, guys! *Gives Remus, James, and Sirius big hugs and
kisses. They get kinda freaked out and back away slowly, telling
HealerAriel to get on with the story already.* Well, who am I to let 'em
down?
Moony's still getting his two cents in:
Well, if Sirius does it, I guess I should: I'm Remus Lupin, resident wolf-man. Honestly, that's about it. I mean, James is the super jock, Sirius is the sex symbol, Pete's the fat kid, and I'm...well, I'm just sorta there. Nothing special about me, really, except that I turn into a monster every full moon. I'm an average student, I'm not all that good- looking, and I'm not particularly clever, but I can bite people. Wow. I feel so privilaged. Anyway, enough about me. Let's get to the important stuff, shall we?
"Okay guys," James said. "Let's do inventory: paper napkins?"
"Got 'em," Sirius replied, holding them up. James nodded.
"Straws?"
"Yep," I said.
"And rubber bands?"
"A whole bag," Peter said proudly.
"Time to go to class then," Sirius said, grinning evilly. "Come on, boys."
***
Transfiguration. McGonagall was droning on about something, but we weren't paying attention. We were concentrating on the greasy jerk in front of us. McGonagall turned to write something on the board. We took that moment to fire our 'weapons'
*Flit! Flit! Snap! Snap!* Snape was hit by two spitballs and two rubber bands. He turned to glare at us. We gave him our most angelic faces. He gave us a hand signal. We again bombarded him with our arsenal. Sirius's spitball hit him in the eye.
"EW!" Snape yelled. "BLACK YOU SON OF A-"
"Snape!" McGonagall scolded. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Th-THEM!" he growled, pointing at the four of us. Cue angelic faces from the Marauders.
"We didn't do anything, Professor McGonagall," Sirius said, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. "We were being good little boys." The teacher almost smiled.
"Well...don't disturb class," she said, turning back to the board. Snape glared back at us. We made faces at him. McGonagall chose that moment to turn around.
"What *are* you four doing?" she demanded.
"Giving each other facials," Sirius said quickly. "Not that I...need one," he added, flipping his hair. The girls in class giggled. He flashed his *yeah, I'm great, aren't I?* smile, and winked.
"One more disturbance, Black," she warned. We weren't worried. All the female teachers thought Sirius was cute, and never punished him. We reloaded our weapons as she turned once more.
"I'll get you," Snape hissed. We all launched huge spitballs at him at once. He stood up, and we followed suit, spitballing him the whole time. This McGonagall did see.
"THAT'S IT!" she yelled. "ALL FIVE OF YOU! DETENTION!
Sorry it's so short. But I'll get the next chapter up sooner!
Moony's still getting his two cents in:
Well, if Sirius does it, I guess I should: I'm Remus Lupin, resident wolf-man. Honestly, that's about it. I mean, James is the super jock, Sirius is the sex symbol, Pete's the fat kid, and I'm...well, I'm just sorta there. Nothing special about me, really, except that I turn into a monster every full moon. I'm an average student, I'm not all that good- looking, and I'm not particularly clever, but I can bite people. Wow. I feel so privilaged. Anyway, enough about me. Let's get to the important stuff, shall we?
"Okay guys," James said. "Let's do inventory: paper napkins?"
"Got 'em," Sirius replied, holding them up. James nodded.
"Straws?"
"Yep," I said.
"And rubber bands?"
"A whole bag," Peter said proudly.
"Time to go to class then," Sirius said, grinning evilly. "Come on, boys."
***
Transfiguration. McGonagall was droning on about something, but we weren't paying attention. We were concentrating on the greasy jerk in front of us. McGonagall turned to write something on the board. We took that moment to fire our 'weapons'
*Flit! Flit! Snap! Snap!* Snape was hit by two spitballs and two rubber bands. He turned to glare at us. We gave him our most angelic faces. He gave us a hand signal. We again bombarded him with our arsenal. Sirius's spitball hit him in the eye.
"EW!" Snape yelled. "BLACK YOU SON OF A-"
"Snape!" McGonagall scolded. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Th-THEM!" he growled, pointing at the four of us. Cue angelic faces from the Marauders.
"We didn't do anything, Professor McGonagall," Sirius said, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. "We were being good little boys." The teacher almost smiled.
"Well...don't disturb class," she said, turning back to the board. Snape glared back at us. We made faces at him. McGonagall chose that moment to turn around.
"What *are* you four doing?" she demanded.
"Giving each other facials," Sirius said quickly. "Not that I...need one," he added, flipping his hair. The girls in class giggled. He flashed his *yeah, I'm great, aren't I?* smile, and winked.
"One more disturbance, Black," she warned. We weren't worried. All the female teachers thought Sirius was cute, and never punished him. We reloaded our weapons as she turned once more.
"I'll get you," Snape hissed. We all launched huge spitballs at him at once. He stood up, and we followed suit, spitballing him the whole time. This McGonagall did see.
"THAT'S IT!" she yelled. "ALL FIVE OF YOU! DETENTION!
Sorry it's so short. But I'll get the next chapter up sooner!