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DECEMBER 25 SECOND YEAR
Lily woke, cautious. One learned to expect the unexpected when one was at pranking war with the Marauders. Well, half of the Marauders, anyway. Yes, it was Christmas, no, the Marauders were not at Hogwarts, but the Marauders always find a way to prank those who wish not to be disturbed. So only Trista and Lily graced the Slytherin common room on Christmas morning.
And when I say cautious, I mean cautious. She sat up slowly, and carefully pulled back her bed hangings. Before setting foot on the ground, she dropped a book, just in case. Finally, she stood slowly, glancing around the ceiling. Her walk was more like a mince, as she carefully trod towards the door. Lily opened, the door, and jumped back. Nothing?
So Lily resigned to opening her presents. Being the Slytherin Princess, she had a LOT of gifts. Presents from friends, wannabe friends, admirers, followers, and random people who wanted to be on her good side so maybe she would stop hexing them. Maybe.
Lily came to a present wrapped in shiny black paper. She raised an eyebrow. Sirius had taught her long ago (when they were friends :BEFORE JAMES: ) not to except an anonymous gift.
So she unwrapped the present to reveal a wooden box, which she turned over. On the underside, Lily tapped her wand, burning a black lily into the wood.
Grinning evilly, she waved her wand, wrapping the box in gold paper. She grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled a note in emerald green ink, then sent her owl out with the box.
"Merry Christmas, Potter."
"Wakey, wakey, Jamesie!" shouted Sirius, bouncing on James's bed.
"Geroff!" grumbled James, turning over. "You Blacks are mad."
"No, just me," said Sirius cheerfully.
A while later, when Remus and their new friend Peter had been woken up, and all of the presents unwrapped, James noticed a tapping sound. Sirius opened a window, and in flew a gorgeous eagle owl. It dropped a package and a note, hooted reprimandingly, and left.
James looked at the package, confused. Remus opened the letter, snorted, then read it in a dramatically loud voice.
"Merry Christmas baby! I promised you something special to pay back for that snogging session on the astronomy tower, didn't I? It's something that just made your name jump to my mind. Hope to see you soon.
Yours forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever!
Red."
James glared at Remus's reenactment, and froze when the wrapping paper revealed a wooden box,
"What the bloody—" began Remus. Peter reached out and pulled off the lid.
"NOOOOOO!" shouted James and Sirius in unison.
A soundless explosion rocked the room, and all of the Marauders were thrown onto their backs by an invisible wind (duh, lol), where full body binds were placed on them. Sirius and James winced as they heard their own laughter, their own voices begin the recording as sand began piling on the boys' motionless bodies.
"Hey Evans," came James's voice.
"Don't forget Rell," interjected Sirius.
"Hi Rell. You two are probably getting worried about this sand right now, no?"
"Well," again, Sirius. "There's only one way to keep from being buried alive."
"You have to admit that James Potter—"
"—and Sirius Black—"
"—are sexy gods and prank masters."
"I dunno James, I think they might suffocate…"
"That's not funny, Sirius. Anyway girls, if we see you again, we will officially be sexy gods and prank masters!"
"Um, James?" continued Sirius, obviously thinking the recording had stopped.
"Yeah?"
"Are we sure we wanna do this? I mean, Evans and Rell are kinda hott…"
"You sick bastard! Oh crap, I think it's still recording…"
"Are you serious?"
"No, you are."
"Oh, okay."
"I can't believe you said that about Evans. I mean, what kind of si—"
The recording cut off James's disgusted voice. The body bind was undone on their mouths, and all four boys began shouting: "JAMES POTTER AND SIRIUS BLACK ARE SEXY GODS AND PRANK MASTERS!"
The sand stopped piling, and the body binds disappeared, leaving the four boys free to crawl out of the small mountains.
"JAMES! SIRIUS!" bellowed Remus.
"Um, oops?" James turned the box over and saw the black lily he was becoming very familiar with.
"That girl's mad," said Sirius.
"She's a Slytherin," James noted, as if that explained it all.
"You guys are the ones who sent her the prank," Remus reminded them. James and Sirius glared. Peter was still trying to dig his way out of the sand.
"So? She deserved it!"
"No more than you did," said Remus.
"She deserved it more," insisted James. "She is a Slytherin!"
Remus rolled his eyes, muttering something that sounded like 'just snog her and get it over with!'
Fortunately for Remus, James didn't hear. Or else our favorite werewolf would be very extinct. Like very, VERY extinct.
"Where's Peter?"