Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER AND A LOT OF THINGS TO DO WITH HIM! :)

NOTE: HI EVERYONE! I hope you like this one-shot. It was kind of rushed, but I was trying to get it done on time. Then I finished it a few days early. (rolls eyes) I suppose you could call this a challenge that they have on HP websites.

But this is written for my very fabulous friend, JULZ! :) Happy birthday, fool. You're turning 14! You're, like, an entire year older than me. AGAIN. Grr. Hehe. I hope you like this. I did try. :) And I hope you like this as a b'day pressie. It didn't cost anything but time and effort, like I said before. :D Man, I sound like a fool! Fool... hehehe. Okie doke, read on! And remember, you're not getting older. You're just getting closer to death. :) Lol, happy birthday m'dear.

REQUIREMENTS (made by THE one, THE only, JULLLLLLYAAAA)

(ll) Humor category
(ll) Set around Christmas
(ll) Bad poetry
(ll) Sirius dressed up as Santa
(ll) Dumbledore wearing a flowery bonnet and really big socks
(ll) Blue soup
(ll) A mention of Hagrid
(ll) Remus doing something
(ll) Sirius to grab someone and start dancing silly
(ll) An argument between Lily and James where Lily throws a snowglobe
(ll) Peter with an obsession of mistletoe, hoping to get snogged
(ll) Peter gets snogged by a Ravenclaw dumply girl
(ll) Fight between L/J must be funny w/ Remus and Sirius commentating and Peter as the audience
(they were all used, by the way)

The MWPP Chronicles

All For Christmas Cookies

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"This is not good, my dear fellow Fred, if I keep doing this, soon I'll be dead," Sirius sang moodily, wearing pink rubber gloves and scrubbing a plate with a greenish-yellow sponge.

"My name isn't Fred," James retorted, chucking a rather damp dishcloth to the other side of the kitchen.

Sirius ignored him as he quite liked his "fabulous" poems, "The dishes are dirty, the house-elves are here, why get us to do this, when they do it all year!"

To everyone's disappointment if they were in the same room as them, James joined in.

"Oh, how I wish it were summer, I'd go off and swim--"

"--but we're stuck in here washing, can you pass me that tin?"

James gingerly passed Sirius a sauce-covered tin, which he dropped into the sink of foamy water and completely forgot about.

"And I thought I'd have more fun here, watching you guys serve detention than running around with Peter," came a voice behind them.

"Oh, hey Remmy!" Sirius greeted, watching in fascination at the bubbles that were flying through the air.

A grinning Remus Lupin was sitting on the bottom step that led from the portrait of the fruit bowl into the kitchen. There was no sign of a house-elf; they were all in the next kitchen cooking up a storm. This had been arranged because the last time Sirius had served detention in the kitchens along with the house-elves, Hogwarts students found themselves eating blue soup for dinner.

"Padfoot, hurry up!" James complained, "I've finished drying everything!"

"That's two cups and a plate," Remus remarked.

"Yeah, that's because he's taking his damn time washing up!"

"Excuse me, I don't like being talked about behind my back," Sirius said in an offended tone, his back turned to them as he continued washing up at the sink.

"Turn around, then."

Sirius did not do anything; just dreamily sang under his breath and scrubbed the same spoon over and over.

"I can't believe we're here," moaned James, "Detention on Christmas Eve? Really now, it's quite preposterous!"

"Bloody well is, not to mention it's all your fault," Sirius retorted, throwing a soapy spoon which hit James in the face.

"It was not mine! It was Lily's! We all know that," James exclaimed, rubbing his cheek.

Remus shook his head, "It was everyone's fault."

Sirius threw a plastic bowl he had finished washing at James, while saying thoughtfully, "You know--"

"Oh Merlin, you haven't just been washing and drying, have you?" Remus interrupted, his eyes widening.

"Errr--"

"You're supposed to rinse it too!"

"...I can hear a didgeridoo," Sirius rhymed happily.

Remus put his face in his hands while James hurried towards the other sink and blasted cold water out of the tap.

Only his friends could land themselves in detention on Christmas Eve...

---

Earlier that evening...

It was a fine evening, and all was calm and merry in the common-room. That, however, might have been ruined by the fact that two sixteen-year-olds, Lily Evans and James Potter, weren't very happy with each other.

"I cannot believe you!" Lily said angrily, her arms crossed firmly across her chest, "How dare you do such a thing!"

"You are overreacting, woman!" James retorted, running his hand through his hair, "Grrrr..."

"GRRR!" Lily shot back.

"I can do it louder! GRRRR!"

"No way, everyone knows girls can "GRR" louder! GRRRR!"

"And oh-oh! Look at them, "GRR"ing like there's no tomorrow!" Sirius commentated through a mouthful of cookie dough.

"Oh yes, and they're off to a fine start, don't you think so Padfoot?" Remus asked, talking into his hairbrush. He and Sirius were seated on a couch with Peter, watching the famous two fight.

"I agree so, Mr. Moony! Honestly, it's wonderful the way they can argue from hot cake to another!" Sirius almost screamed into his rolled-up bit of parchment in enthusiasm.

"Yes, yes indeed. How did this argument start again?"

"Why, I believe 'twas when Lily seated herself to make some of her fabulous Christmas cookies..." at this, Sirius drooled.

"Mmm, those are brilliant stuff. But honestly, why would you set up a cooking channel in the common-room with us around?" Remus asked matter-of-factly.

"Oh, I know. Anywho, Prongsie couldn't resist and took a gollop of cookie dough to eat," Sirius commentated, "The fool, honestly. Who eats raw cookie dough?" Shaking his head, he reached over to take another handful of delicious cookie dough from Lily's mixing bowl.

Remus looked at him oddly, before resuming back to his and Sirius' odd talk show.

"So-- wow, and would you look at that? Let's hear what they're arguing about now..."

"...you're very pretty," James said nochalantly, grinning at the redhead.

Lily glared at him, "And you have a head the size of the world."

"Not true!"

"Uh, yeah it is."

"Will you go out with me?"

"HA!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked a wounded James.

"It means you're a pratball," Lily shot back.

Remus and Sirius stared.

"Lovely stuff," Sirius said slowly, "Well uhh... this is Sirius Black, signing out."

He attacked the mixing bowl and began to lick the sides.

Remus shook his head, "And Remus Lupin... also signing out."

"Finally!" Peter blurted out. He had been watching Lily and James' argument a little absently. He seemed to have a lot on his mind, "Remus, Sirius! I need to find some mistletoe!"

"Some what?" spluttered Remus, having spat water all over the table.

There was a slight rukus.

"I WILL NOT GO OUT WITH YOU!"

CRASH.

"YOU STEPPED ON MY ADVENT CALENDAR! That's seven years bad luck, Lily," James said innocently.

"Mmmm... cookie dough," Sirius moaned, still licking the bowl.

Lily noticed him and her eyes widened in horror.

"BLACK!" she hollered, coming over to him, "You didn't-- you-- but-- you didn't eat all the cookie dough, did you?"

"Don't mind if I do!" Sirius said happily, snatching the bowl back and continuing his hunt for raw dough.

Lily was almost in tears.

James came over and touched her arm, "Go out with me?"

She just Looked at him.

"FOR THE LAST TIME POTTER, NO!" and she seized Peter's snowglobe and threw it at him before storming upstairs, sobbing slightly.

James rubbed his forehead where the snowglobe had hit him with full force.

"That hurt," he whimpered.

"Well done, James," Remus said boredly, "And you too, Sirius."

"Hmmm?"

"What did I do?" asked James in a wounded voice.

"You were a jerk, even I saw that," Sirius said, finally giving up and tossing the mixing bowl aside whilst eyeing the wooden spoon, "You don't suppose Lily licked that, do you...?"

"Padfoot!" Remus almost yelled.

"What?"

"You ate all the cookie dough and now there'll be no LILY EVANS CHRISTMAS COOKIES," Remus said in a tearful voice.

Sirius gasped. Everyone knew Lily Evans' Christmas cookies were food for the angels. They were simply scrumptious.

"Oh my... I didn't think of that. Well, the dough was very nice!"

Remus looked disgusted with his-- with his friends.

"Remus!" Peter whined.

"What?"

"I wanna get snogged!"

Sirius snorted but James continued to look sad and distant.

"Go snog yourself," Remus said tiredly.

"I wanna get snogged by a girl!"

Sirius looked at the wooden spoon and bit back a, "You are a girl."

"Fine," Remus got to his feet, "You two--" James and Sirius jumped, "--had better come up with some clever idea to cheer Lily up, because I want some cookies when I come back. Peter, you come with me and we will find some mistletoe for you to get snogged under with a girl. Sirius, stop laughing."

"I'm not laughing," Sirius said innocently.

Remus snorted as he and a very merry Peter skipped out of the common-room.

Sirius turned to James.

"Prongsie."

"Yeah?"

"I wanna get snogged too."

"Go snog yourself."

"No, getting snogged is second on my Christmas wish list," Sirius said excitedly.

"Oh," James replied dully, "What's first?"

"I wanna eat Christmas cookies."

"Go eat some Christmas cookies."

"No, I don't want to eat any Christmas cookies."

"Go eat some non-any Christmas cookies."

"I wanna eat Lily's Christmas cookies?"

James' ears pricked up, "Did you say Lily?"

"Yep, Lily's Christmas cookies."

"Lily's Christmas cookies?"

"Yeah!" Sirius frowned because James was acting very odd, "Prongsie, there will be no Lily's cookies if she's sad."

"I know."

Sirius grabbed Remus' abandoned hairbrush and whacked James on the head with it.

"OW! Bloody hell!" James yelped, rubbing his head, "What was that for?"

"You're an idiot."

"What?" James spluttered. It was amazing, being called an idiot by the world's biggest idiot.

"It's so simple, Prongs!" Sirius exclaimed, "We cheer Lily up, she won't be sad anymore and she makes Christmas cookies!"

"Then why did you hit me?!"

"Because I expected you to come up with a plan to cheer Lily up! But don't worry," Sirius got a huge maniac grin, "I have an idea!"

And he dragged a bewildered James upstairs.

---

"Peter, what in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing?" Remus asked, trying to hide the groan in his voice.

The two were wandering around the Hogwarts halls, as Peter was hoping to find some pretty girl he could snog under some of the hidden mistletoe Dumbledore had put up.

Peter was walking around, holding his wand straight up as if was voting. His wand, however, was "cleverly" disguised. It had a piece of poison ivy taped to it, a bit of tinsel wrapped around the top, and a scrap piece of parchment that read "MISTLETOE-DETECTOR - Copyright Co. to Sirius Black."

"Shhh! Talking distracts the detector," Peter hissed, looking very intently at his wand.

"Wormtail, that thing was made by Sirius," Remus said with a sigh, "I don't think you should--"

Peter's wand suddenly began to hiss and spit sparks.

"MISTLETOE!" he yelped triumphantly, shoving his wand at Remus, "Merlin, I need to buy some more stuff off Sirius--"

"And who are you gonna snog?" interrupted an irritated Remus.

Peter's face fell. Then he grumbled as he grabbed back his "mistletoe-detector" and huffed, "Can't blame a boy for trying, can you?"

Rolling his eyes, they set off to find some unlikely girl that would be willing to snog Peter under some mistletoe detected by a contraption invented by Sirius Black.

Honestly, what were the odds?

---

"This is bloody insane," James muttered.

"It is not!" Sirius said irritably, "Prongs, you are being deliberately discouraging! How dare you!" And he threw a tube of lip gloss at him.

"OW!" James yelled.

"Okay, this is it," Sirius said, his voice muffled. It was muffled because he had shoved a beard made of out cotton-wool over his mouth, "This will definitely cheer Lilykins up, so she'll be happy, and happy means she'll make Christmas cookies! Yay. How do I look?"

James surveyed him critically.

"Like an idiot."

"A handsome idiot," Sirius said reprovingly, as he admired his reflection, "A handsome, dashy, sexy, gorgeous, Elfraudering idiot."

"What the--?"

"TALLY HO, AMIGO!" Sirius screamed happily, charging out of the dorm.

James rolled his eyes.

Then he froze.

"SIRIUS!"

And he chased after him.

---

The common-room was nice and peaceful. Lily was sitting by herself, wondering how she ever got to know such prats as James. And Sirius. She was having a staring contest at her book.

"HO, HO-- OUCH!"

A series of thumps and repeated "OW!"s caught the attention of the few students in the common-room. They all looked up at alarm towards the boys' dormitory stairs, where what seemed to be a great fluffball of white and red was tumbling down. There were a few merry jingles, a token that this person or thing had little bells attached to them.

Lily raised her eyebrows.

It was Santa Claus, cursing and righting the cotton-wool beard he was wearing.

"Errr, ho ho ho," he yodelled, attempting to be cheerful.

"Padfoot!" James yelled, tearing down the stairs, "You forgot your hat!"

Santa Claus turned around and his hand immediately jumped to his hatless dark brown hair.

"Oh bloody hell!" he cursed, grabbing the red Father Christmas hat from James and shoving it on his head. He then bounded into the middle of the common-room, in front of the fireplace, so everyone could see him and point and laugh.

Ha ha.

"Good evening, children. I am the man of your dreams! SANTA CLAUS! Bwahahaha. I can give out presents, of course, but BEWARE! I give out coal too..."

James walked closer to him.

"Padfoot, this isn't going to work. Everyone knows you aren't S--"

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP! I am Santa Claus and no one can prove me wrong!" Santa Claus yelled unhappily. His eyes then crinkled up in what Lily thought was a forced smile as he walked over to her.

"Happy Christmas, m'dear!" he sat in her lap and wrapped his arms around her neck, "And what do you want this Christmas?"

James looked terribly unhappy and jealous, "OI! Get off her, Siri--"

"YOU WANT A PONY?" roared Santa Claus, yelling over James, "REALLY, M'DEAR? WELL, WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SAID I WANTED A DINOSAUR?"

Lily stared at him oddly. She was scared, yet amused. And she felt slightly flattered when she caught James' look of jealousy. It was sweet that someone was jealous of someone else because of her.

Lily bit back a smile as Santa's brown eyes pentrated her's, "HMMM? NO DINOSAUR?"

"Sirius, get off her--" James whined.

"Who's Sirius? I don't know any Sirius," Santa Claus said haughtily, jumping off Lily. He began to do the can-can, "I-I a-aam am the-e-e-e Santa Claus! I can cheer you up! And down... but mainly up!"

Lily couldn't take it anymore; she began to giggle.

"YES!" Santa Claus (or was he?) suddenly had a different voice as he did a leap into the air, "She LAUGHS, SHE'S HAPPY, SHE SHOOTS, SHE SCORES...! AND WE GET COOKIES! YAY!"

He tore off his beard, ripped off the red suit he was wearing to reveal his normal clothes underneath, kicked off the big, heavy, black shoes and tore off his hat before running over to James.

"Padfoot--"

Sirius was beyond estastic; he linked his arm with his best friend and danced around with him in circles. Then he dragged him out of the common-room.

"Where are we going?" asked a bewildered James.

"To find Remmy and Peteykins!" Sirius said jubiantly, "We get cookies now, so we have to spread the news! Otherwise, you aren't really an Elfrauder!"

He skipped off.

"What the heck is an Elfrauder?" James yelled, chasing after him.

---

Remus was annoyed.

He was really, really annoyed.

He was really, really, really annoyed.

They had found some girls for Peter to snog, but there was no-bloody-mistletoe.

"Who cares? Just go snog them!" he tried telling him without screaming at the rat.

"But there's no mistletoe!"

So they spent half an hour circling the area, looking for girls to snog and mistletoe.

But when they found mistletoe, there were no girls. When they found girls, there was no mistletoe.

It was remarkably irritating.

Remus was now losing his cool and patience. To be completely honest, he felt like knocking the bloody stuffing out of Peter.

"Remus, I think there's some mistletoe-- my wand's sparking a bit, but maybe it's 'cause--" poke, "--oh, never mind."

Clench teeth and slowly take deep breaths.

"Ooh, look! There's some girls ahead! --Ah, they're running away."

Count to ten... one, two...

"Moony, Sirius' mistletoe-detector is failing a bit. There's obviously some mistletoe here but it isn't sparking... Oh, it's poison ivy."

...three, four, five...

"MY WAND'S NOT WORKING! Remus-- REMUS!"

"WHAT?" Remus yelled. Peter looked terrified and flinched.

"LOOK, THERE'S A GIRL. GO SNOG HER!" Remus shouted, grabbing Peter and steering him towards a dumply Ravenclaw.

"But-- there's no--" squeaked Peter.

"I DON'T CARE! GO SNOG HER!"

Peter screwed up all his determination, "NO!"

"GO!" Remus pushed him even closer.

"NO!"

"GO!"

"NO!"

"GO!"

"NO!"

"GO! SNOG, NOW!"

Peter was pushed into the Ravenclaw and they met at the lips.

Remus watched for a moment, felt sick, turned away and closed his eyes.

"PETTIGREW!" came a sharp voice.

---

Minerva McGonagall was having a bad Christmas Eve. She was walking around Hogwarts, but everywhere she looked, she saw snogging couples. It reminded her of how alone she was.

Sniff sniff.

She had just rounded a corner when she saw Pettigrew snogging a little dumpling of a girl in Ravenclaw. Okay, it was a nice match, but honestly! Pettigrew snogging?

Minerva had had enough. She marched right over and yelled, "PETTIGREW! That will be quite enough, thank you!"

Remus Lupin looked immensely relieved to see her there. Pettigrew and the girl immediately broke apart. The girl looked terrified that she had kissed him, and terrified of Professor McGonagall herself. Unable to say anything, she let out a cry and ran off.

My, but Minerva pitied that girl.

"Professor," Pettigrew said in a sly, cheeky voice he had adopted from Sirius and James, "There are no rules against snogging."

Minerva suddenly had an idea.

A good idea.

No, a brilliant one!

"Oh, you think that now, don't you?" she said in a strangely evil voice, "Well, we'll see about that! Next student I catch snogging in the corridor will recieve detention!"

And she ran off to tell Dumbledore all about it.

---

"...and so Albus, I wish for this rule to come into existence as soon as possible," Minerva finished. Her pleading eyes and desperate position did not show how astonishingly shocked she was when she entered Dumbledore's office to find the man himself wearing a flowery bonnet and fairly large, knee-high, red and white striped toe socks.

On top of that, he had been cheerily singing Christmas carols with the odd paintings he had in his office.

"Why, Minerva," the wise man said cheerfully, "I do not wish to object to anything you propose, but really, the children are only having a bit of fun. After all, it is Christmas Eve!"

"It sets a bad example to the younger students," gabbled Minerva, "Please, Albus, please."

"Well, alright," Dumbledore said lightly, adjusting his bonnet, "But only no snogging in the corridor. They may find refuge in broom closets and empty classrooms, and I daresay their dormitories."

Feeling slightly sick, Minerva squealed a, "Thank you, Headmaster!" and snatched the parchment with the new school rule on it from Dumbledore.

"You're welcome," Dumbledore said to his office door as it swung shut.

"Odd woman, she is," said one of his portraits.

"Mmmhmm."

DING.

Dumbledore glanced over at the source of the noise and smiled, "Ah, it is time."

He reached over to his drawer and pulled it open to reveal several long, toe socks.

"Red with the snowmen on them?" he asked the opinion of a nearby painting.

"I think the green one with the reindeers are nicer!" piped up a squeaky voice.

"So it is..." Dumbledore pulled out the aforementioned sock and began to adorn them after taking off his red and white striped ones.

---

"DUDE!" James suddenly yelled, stopping abruptly. Sirius wheeled to a stop and turned around.

"What?"

"Well, we're off to find Moony and Wormtail to tell them that Lily's making cookies, right?" James asked Sirius solemnly.

"Yeah," he replied, looking confused and a bit annoyed.

"We're not even sure if she's making them! You just assumed that because she giggled, she's happy, and so she's gonna make them. Well, what if she isn't gonna make 'em?!"

Sirius gasped, "Good Merlin! Let's go back right now and ask her!"

James grabbed his arm at once, "No way, man! Who cares, maybe she is making cookies--"

"We need to be sure--"

"--c'mon, let's just go and find Remus and Pete, then we'll tell 'em! I mean, we want Moony to be happy, right? And he was pretty damn pissed when he left us to cheer Lily up. The thought of cookies will make him happy! We don't want him to be angry for the entire time he's with Peter! He could explode!"

Sirius bit his lip and murmured, "Okay..." before James dragged him off.

They looked for their two friends for a further thirty seconds when Sirius suddenly stopped.

"AGH! I can't take it anymore! I have to ask and confirm with Lily that she's making cookies! That's the only reason why I dressed as Santa Claus! Sorry, Prongs! Err, you can look for them... uhh--"

And he ran off.

James stared after him for a moment. Then he shrugged and continued his search for his more saner friends.

---

"Lily, LILY!" Sirius almost screamed as he saw the redhead about to walk back into the common-room, though if he was more aware of his surroundings he'd probably wonder what she was doing out of the common-room in the first place.

"Yeah?" Lily turned around.

"Are you making Christmas cookies?" Sirius asked, desperate hope in his eyes.

"Err..." Lily concentrated for a second, "Why does it matter?"

Sirius almost exploded. WHY DOES IT MATTER?!

"Because!" he cried, looking shocked, "Because they're friggin' tasty! No Christmas is complete without them!"

Lily giggled, which he took as a good sign, and said, "Well, I'll take that as a compliment. Alright then, I'll make them if they're really that important."

And she turned around and walked into the common-room.

SHE WAS MAKING COOKIES!

Sirius leapt for joy and yelled, "WHOOHOO!" Then he grabbed onto the bewildered blonde girl passing him and began to dance around with her. He didn't stop jumping and twirling and screaming and looking like an idiot until someone screamed his name.

"SIRIUS BLACK!"

---

"Okay, Namie, truth or dare?" asked a snobby-looking girl with dark ringlets and coal black eyes.

"Dare," Namie answered reluctantly. Dares were sometimes humiliating, but the truth was always much worse. Things spread quickly at Hogwarts.

A group of second-year girls were sitting at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall, playing a nice little game of Truth or Dare. They were extremely giggly and loud, and pissed the pants off the other older students in the Great Hall.

"Alright then," the coal-black eye girl (Rinatta) said after whispering with the girl beside her, "I dare you to kiss James Potter! On the lips, mind you."

The Japanese girl blushed, which made her look like a China doll for a moment. Then gradually, she seemed to accept it and nodded slowly.

"Okay," Namie replied confidently, "Fine. Where is he?"

"Oh, he just came in," giggled the brunette beside Rinatta, "That's why we dared you!"

Blushing all over again, Namie turned her delicate head and let out a small whimper.

"Come on, Namie! We'll come with you," Rinatta got up and dragged the poor girl towards James, who was wondering WHERETHEHELLREMUSANDPETERWERE.

"Hey Hagrid," James greeted the tall man who had just finished helping Professor Montreal put up the decorations on a tall Christmas tree.

"Well, hey James," Hagrid replied gruffly with a warm smile, "What's happenin' in your life?"

James thought about his fight with Lily and how weird his friends were, "Err -- nothing much. What about you?"

Hagrid shrugged, "Nothin' much, either. Can't complain. Well, I best be off. See you later."

"Yeah, bye," James replied, his mind a little distant. He stopped for a moment to think, which may explain how a Japanese second-year surrounded by a bunch of giggly girls had suddenly turned up in front of him when he tuned back.

"Um, hey. James Potter?" the Japanese girl asked timidly.

"Yeah."

"Well... thisisadare," and she placed her lips on his'.

Oh, CRAP! What the hell is happening?

Lalala...

"POTTER!" hollered an angry voice.

James immediately sprang back, as did the second-year.

"Professor!" squealed a girl with incredibly black eyes, and she and her friends scarpered off.

"Hey, wait!" the one who had kissed him called after squeakily. Blushing furiously, she turned back to James, "Sorry, it was a dare!"

And she ran off.

A bewildered James was left standing there to face the wrath of Professor McGonagall.

"Potter!" she said sharply, "Snogging! In the Great Hall! Breaking a school rule!"

"Really?" James asked dazedly.

Professor McGonagall shrugged, "Yeah, it's a new rule I passed through. No snogging in public areas."

"Oh."

"Well, you'll have to be punished..." she continued, wondering why James was so slow, "So detention, Potter. Ah heck, it's Christmas. I'll be nice. You can serve detention with Mr. Black tonight in the kitchens. I believe the house-elves need help in cleaning up."

"Was Sirius snogging a girl too?" James asked sharply. His mind had jumped to conclusions. Sirius had went to find Lily. Lily was a girl. Sirius had been caught snogging.

It was very suspicious.

"Well..." Professor McGonagall shrugged, "It looked like it, and I wasn't about to take any chances. Oh," she added as she saw James' look, "Don't worry, Potter. It wasn't with Miss Evans. It was with Myra Kings, you know that blonde Hufflepuff?"

"Which one?" James said dully, though he felt relieved.

To his utter surprise, Professor McGonagall smiled.

"Well, Potter, I expect you and Mr. Black will do a fine job tonight in the kitchens," and she walked off.

James stood there, a little dazed all over again.

---

Back to the kitchens...

"Dude!" Sirius wailed, chucking the sponge at the wall, "I just realised something. Lily never made the cookies! I'm gonna cry now."

Remus and James shared perplexed glances.

"So where's Wormtail?"

Remus shrugged, "Still looking for more girls to snog. He's firmly convinced that he can snog any girl he wants now, since he snogged that dumpling of a Ravenclaw."

Sirius was sobbing tragically.

The portrait swung open and the three boys looked up to see who had entered.

It was Lily.

"Hi," she smiled somewhat shyly, "Err... do you mind if I made my Christmas cookies in here?"

"Hi Lily," James said automatically, "Of course you may. I'll help."

"YOU'RE MAKING COOKIES?!" shrieked Sirius, leaping up, "YAY!"

Remus smiled and shook his head. Then he moved towards the sink where James had abandoned his rinsing to help Lily, and began to do it for him.

"Really," he muttered to Sirius ten minutes later, when a giggling Lily was trying to bat away James who wanted to lick the spoon, "I dunno why she just doesn't go out with him."

"It's more interesting this way," Sirius said logically, finally finishing the washing up and putting the sponge away, "They like the sparks they create when they argue."

"Well, even if they do get together, they'll be fighting every second anyway."

"Hmmm... you're right. And why does Prongs get to eat some cookie dough? I want some too!" Sirius whined.

Remus rolled his eyes and wiped a plate dry, "Some things just never change..."

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AN: HEHEHE. Odd. Very odd. Very random. I hope you all understood that. If you didn't, email me! :) And I'd like some feedback too! Hehe. I hope it made you laugh. 'Specially you, Julz! :) Happy birthday! --MSQ.