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Lily frowned, sighing as she jogged up the steps toward the Astronomy Tower. And, of course, she had to lug those eggs along with her! Her expressions showed her annoyance. Finally, she reached the room. She grinned, and sat down on a seat in relief. It was then the chaos began, all starting with innocent Lily. She fell backwards, colliding with one of the telescopes set up. The telescope crashed into another telescope, which crashed into another telescope, which crashed into another telescope and... Well, you get the point.

And soon, Lily was crowded with fallen objects that would cost hundreds to replace. Her brow furrowed, and she tried to stand them up again. She hurriedly stood up three of them, but tripped over a seat once again, and rolled along the uncomfortable, telescope covered floor. "I swear! I'm going to get in such big trouble for this!"

"Wow. I didn't know you could cause this much chaos!"

Lily looked up, to see Sirius looking at the destruction in amazement. The red-head scowled at him, an icy glare thrown his way. Hold on. What was he doing there? Why wasn't he out by the lake.

"Why aren't you out by the lake, Black?" she hissed, though an eyebrow raised.

Sirius stammered. "Er... Black Confidentiality!" he answered, hurriedly.

"You were seeing where I was hiding the eggs, you little cheater!" Lily shouted, pointing her index finger at him accusingly.

"It's rude to point."

"Think I don't know? You're not exactly Mr. Manners yourself, there."

"Of course I'm not! I was born into the Black family! Not the Manners family. Besides, the Black's are a bunch of pureblood snobs, who will stop at nothing to stick up their noses at all Muggle-Born's at Hogwarts."

"I'll make a note to stay away from them– And you, while I'm at it."

"Fine, good enough for me. Now, pass those eggs!"

"No way!" Lily said, smirking, "You have to find them. Hence the name EH."

"Eh? Oh. Right. Easter Hunt. Right... Well, I want those eggs now! And I won't stop 'till I get them! CHAAARGE!"

Lily's eyes widened, as the pureblood stampeded toward her. With a sharp shout of "No!" Lily ran in the opposite direction, doubled back, and ran out the door. Sirius, meanwhile, stumbled all over the telescopes, soon to trip, collide with a shelf, and something fell on top of him. Something gross was the first thing he noticed.

"Ewww! Honestly! It smells like rancid squid!" Sirius bellowed, throwing it from his head, which was now covered in a mucus like substance. He was absolutely disgusted.

"I'm going to get you Evans! And your chocolate eggs too!" And with that, Sirius, too, ran from the room, on a high-speed chase.

James...

He stood there, proudly admiring the Quidditch Pitch. He grinned broadly, marching forward, and imagined the cheering crowds, yelling his name, and staring at the miracle boy before them. And it was then James decided to take it up a notch.

He rushed over to an old supply cupboard (he guessed), and opened it. He screamed. He yelled. He made a big fuss. "There's no one here but uuuuuussssss!"

James raised an eyebrow, but decided to ignore the sudden outburst of song. So, he screamed again... Not a bad scream, apparently.

Hundreds of brooms piled on top of him, and he gave a loud "Whoop!" of success. "Today, I will ride!" he proclaimed, grabbing a random broom, and rushing back to the centre of the pitch. He mimicked the sounds of thousands of cheers, his voice echoing off the sides of the stadium, before he mounted the broom, and flew off into the air.

And cue chaos.

James Potter completely lost control of his broom. It went flying in different directions, and he soared over the spectators seats. He swerved sharply, and was dislodged from his seat, only to plummet right into the stands. Right next to a lovely megaphone.

Grinning, James yelled into it. "JAMES POTTER IS IN THE HIZZ HOUSE!" he bellowed, mimicking some of the rap speak you see flying ('scuse the pun) around today. "THIS RULES! GRYFFINDOR IN THE LEAD, A KAZILLION TO ZEEEROOOO! JAMES POTTER SHOOTS! HE SCORES! NOW IT'S A KAZILLION AND ONE TO ZERO! GO DOWN HARD, SLYTHERIN! And who's that doing the hula? Oh look, it's SNAPE!"

James laughed out loud. This was the most fun he had ever had! EVER! Sighing, he remembered he eggs. Witha small, uncaring whistle, he dropped the eggs randomly, and even threw a few to the other side of the pitch. "All done!"

Remus...

Remus looked around the empty Charms Class. Surely no havoc could be wreaked here? Too true. So, Remus felt very innocent as he marched into the room, and started placing eggs around the room. Until he decided to try enchant a feather.

BOOM.

"Oh. No." Remus said, ducking his head, his eyebrows singed, and the top of his head as well. His nose scrunched up. "Stupid spell" he mumbled, making a note to stay away from the spell. Forever. He carelessly threw the last egg behind the teacher's desk, and departed with a slight mutter.

Or, at least he thought he'd depart. That was before the feather marched over to him, and began to trail him. "Damnit, go away!" he yelled at the feather. The feather did nothing. Except...

"Get off my head, you damned feather!"

The feather did not get of Remus' head.

"Your mummy is calling you."

The feather, apparently, cared not for it's mummy.

"There's a cookie over there somewhere..."

And neither did feathers like eating.

So, Remus marched from the room. A feather atop his head.

Peter...

Peter squeaked, as he edged toward the giant's hut. Half-Giant, he had to remember! And he'd have to be extra quiet, as not to attract attention. Nervously, the boy edged around the hut, placing eggs randomly, wishing to get it all over and done with. Whimpering, he fled the place.

"'Old on, Peter. Where ya goin', eh?"

Oh great. The giant had caught him! Peter squeaked, and kept running.

"Pete?"

"Back to the castle!"

"Well, who're the eggs for?"

"Hunt. Friends. Sierra..."

Hagrid raised an eyebrow. "So, they're not for me?"

"Nope... Are you going to hurt me?"

The half-giant blinked. "No? Well, 'luck on yer 'unts, Pete."

"Yeah... Sure. Seeya." And with that, Peter scurried away.

Sierra...

-SIERRA'S STORY WAS CANCELLED, AS EMPTY CLASSES ARE NOT INTERESTING-

"Hold on! That's not fair! The Octopus attacked me! GIVE ME MY STORY BACK! NO--"

And that was the end of Sierra's word.

A/N: Er. Yes. And that's this chapter done. (Lazeh. That's why Sierra was a bit ignored there. Lack of creativity for the empty class room.)