(A/N: Wow, it has been forever since I updated this fic! Sorry about that, just an FYI this is a short chapter.)
"A miss-transfigured book is no excuse for not doing your homework, Mr. Potter," chided Professor McGonagall, holding James' book in her hand, she set it down and then transfigured it back into its normal condition, "I expect to see you after class Mr. Potter."
"Yes, Professor McGonagall," mumbled James.
It did not take long for class to end and James went to the front of the room to McGonagall's desk. Sirius, James, and Peter all waited outside the classroom for James to return.
"So what is the verdict?" asked Sirius, the moment James exited the room.
"I have to turn in double the work next class, and…" started James with a mischievous grin.
"And what?" asked Remus with skepticism.
"And I have just secured us a room to work on our little plan a place for Peter to catch up on his transfiguration, a place filled with all the things necessary for the work that lies ahead of us."
"How?" asked Peter in surprise.
"McGonagall asked how my book became the way that it did and I told her that we were tutoring Peter. She loved the idea and commended us for it, then she recommended using the classroom in the evenings to work in, rather than 'damaging any more of our books."
"Perfect!" devilishly smiled Sirius.
"What now?" asked Remus seeing that Sirius had a plan.
"I bet we could work on some of our pranks in there, maybe continue with our dung bomb experiments?"
"No way, we are going to use the room responsibly, remember what Dumbeldore said? We need to curb the pranks."
"I only promised not to do a prank till, after we served our detention and we served that a long time ago."
"It's only been a week," came back Remus.
"Far too long of a time to go without a prank! When is the next Quidditch practice James?"
"How should I know? Neither of us were paying attention to Wood as he gave is closing practice spiel and we haven't checked the practice schedule."