Disclaimer: I Don't own anything you regognise, Harry Potter or not...
A/N: Slightly strange chapter, but I wrote part of it after my maths test today, so it might be a bit... random...
"Hey Moony, can I see your History of Magic notes?" asked Peter, looking up from his mountains of homework.
"History of Magic…Notes?" he asked, looking dazed.
"Err, yeah. Since you're the only one in class who actually take notes…" he trailed off.
"Oh. I didn't take notes. Sorry," Remus said, frowning slightly.
Sirius chose that moment to make an annoyingly loud entrance. Although all of Sirius's entrances were loud, followed by the whispers of fan girls, they were not always annoying. And that's what made Remus frown more.
"Hello!" he almost-bellowed, vaulting over the back of the sofa and landing perfectly.
"Padfoot, did you happen to take notes in History of Magic today?" Peter asked hopefully.
Sirius scoffed. "Me? Take History of Magic notes? You've got to be joking. Ask Moony."
"I didn't take any," Remus murmured, his gaze drifting over to the window.
Remus suddenly felt a hand on his head, and then another grabbing his wrist. "No temperature, pulse seems to be fine, it's a mystery illness!" Sirius said, mock concerned.
"It's not a mystery, it's just me taking a break," Remus stated.
"But it is a mystery! A Marauder mystery, which I feel compelled to solve!" Sirius said, bouncing up and making wild hand gestures.
"What's a Marauder mystery?" asked James, who had just walked over. He mimicked Sirius's actions, and managed to vault over the sofa in exactly the same way, landing in exactly the same place.
"Nothing's a mystery! It's normal! Just because different happens, everyone seems to think the world is going to end!" shouted Remus, and he stormed off through the portrait hole.
"Ok… That was the strangest thing I've ever seen," Peter said, with wide eyes.
"Did Moony just… shout?" asked Sirius slowly.
"I think so…" James said quietly.
"Now THAT'S a Mmarauder Mystery," stated Sirius. "And it is up to me, Sherlock Black, to solve it!"
"I thought your name was Sirius, not Sherlock. When did you get a name change?" Peter asked looking puzzled.
Sirius sighed. "I didn't. He's a muggle detective. I read about him in one of Moony's books."
"Well good luck Sherlock Black, I'm off to do something that won't end up in us looking like five-year-olds," James yawned, stretching and getting up.
"Fine, I shall have my faithful Watson at my side!" Sirius gestured at Peter behind James's receding back.
"I'm not Watson, I'm Peter!" he squeaked. "Pe-ter. Say it with me. Peee-"
"I get it! I'll do this myself," he said, going up to the dorm to grab what he would need.
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Remus smiled as he watched the cubs play in the clearing. They were the reason he'd been so distracted, that he didn't take any notes. Although he couldn't understand why he'd got so mad before.
Was it because he didn't want anyone to find out? But they were his friends, and they'd helped him before. Was he afraid of being called a sissy? No, he'd never worried about what other people thought or said about him. Was it the challenge? The idea that he could do this, on his own, and succeed? He decided quietly that that was the answer.
He didn't have to wonder why Sirius wanted to find out. He usually knew everything that went on in Remus's life. It wasn't abnormal for Sirius to dub something a 'Marauder Mystery' and to call upon the group to troop around the castle trying to solve it. Remus smiled. Sirius was mature when he wanted to be, which was hardly ever, but he did have the mind of a five-year-old.
He went back to watching the cubs playing, and decided that he should probably name them. He knew it was a bad idea to get attached, but it couldn't possibly hurt.
He looked at the slightly bigger one, which was grey with brown spots on its ears. It was the more active one, the dominant one, and it reminded him somewhat of Sirius. He pondered for a while and came up with a name. Banazir. He'd always liked that name, and it was from his favourite book Lord of the Rings.
The other one was smaller, and shyer. It was different grey shades, with bright eyes. Remus started to think again. Nimrod. He smiled and sighed, w atching them running around. It was getting dark, and since it was a Saturday he had a lot of homework to get to. He ushered the cubs back into the rocks and covered up the entrance. Slowly he made his way back to the castle.
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Meanwhile, Sirius had found a pair of sunglasses in the dorms, and had decided not to be Sherlock Black, but 007. At the moment he was sliding with his back on the walls, dressed all in black with his hair slicked back.
He stopped at a corner and stuck his head around it. Seeing that no one was there he got down on his stomach and rolled across the floor. Suddenly he hit something that hadn't been there before, but with his face down on the stone floor he still knew what it was.
"Mr Black, what are you doing?" asked a rather annoyed looking McGonagall.
"You're right. The name's Black. Sirius Black. And I'm investigating," he said with a grin.
"Would you mind exactly what it is you are investigating?" she asked, her mouth going thin.
"Remus's odd behavior," he stated.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice dangerously calm.
"Well if I knew that Professor, I wouldn't be investigating," he said his grin going lop-sided.
"Mr Black, I advise that you do not roll on the floors, as someone could step on you," she said, keeping a stern face but trying hard not to laugh.
Sirius frowned at her back as she walked away. He shrugged and slid back up to the wall.
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Remus sat frowning at his homework. It was late, and since he hadn't spent his time doing his homework he had it all now. The flames in the fire were dying down, and a glance at his watch told him it was two o'clock in the morning.
He yawned, and as he opened his mouth he heard a howl. He looked out the window and smiled. It was coming from the Forbidden Forest. And with that, he packed up his stuff and went to bed.
A/N: Did I do good? Did I?