Hey Prongs, Why's Your Dog Stealing Toy Bunnies?

As a Hogwarts student, Sirius was crazy enough, but with a little unwelcome help from a certain someone, who knows what Hogwarts will end up looking like when this ordeal is over?

Disclaimer: As always, anything recognizable is NOT mine.

Chapter IV – Class

"Good morning class!" squeaked Professor Flitwick. A few mumbled hellos and 'mornings were heard around the classroom. "Ahem, well then, today we will be learning a new spell, so books away, wands out!"

Suddenly the room was filled with flurry of movement. "Right, so you all learned the Cheering Charm last year, correct (they're in the fourth year)?"

Everyone nodded. "Good, because today we will be learning the Depressing Charm, which is a little more difficult. The incantation is Diventi Tenebroso. Everyone, say it with me: Diventi Tenebroso. Good! Now all of you pair up and try it with wands!" Everyone hurried off to try the spell.

Each of the Marauders pared off together: James with Remus and Peter with Sirius.

All of the pairs set to work, trying to master the charm, but Sirius, in his current state, had other ideas.

"Wwwooorrrmmmyyyy!"

"Yep?"

"Can I pwease have firsties?"

"sigh Yes Padfoot."

"Oh boy! Goodie!" squealed Sirius, "Realice Tirones!

"Arrrggghhh!" cried Peter as he started to perform amazing flips across the floor.

"Pettigrew!" squeaked the professor as he tried to get Peter to stay still long enough for him to perform the counter spell.

After a few minutes, finally: "Finite Incantatem"

"Oh thank god! Oh thank Merlin! Oh thank the Holy Hippocampus! Oh thank…" gasped Peter as he tried to catch his breath.

"Padfoot! Why'd ya do that? I mean its one thing to prank others, but your own pranking mates?"

"But Pongsie, it was funny!" giggled Sirius.

"Mr. Black!" called Professor Flitwick, "That little episode will cost you a detention with me tonight at seven."

"Aww, ptooey! That means that I'll have no time to paint!" whined Sirius.

"That was your decision to misbehave, so it's your problem." Said Prof. Flitwick, not knowing the full meaning of 'paint'. Lucky him!

"Nooooo!" cried Sirius, "You can't part me from my painting time! You CAN"T!" He was on his knees now, "I MUST have my painting! WHY has god forsaken me!"

"Come on Padfoot, it's only one night" Peter reasoned.

"Pity it couldn't be more!" muttered James.

"Wha? What does he mean by painting?" asked a confused Fahaz.

"Did you see what he was doing this morning?" replied Remus.

A look of dawning realization came across his face. "Ohhhhh…"

"Alright then, there no more to see here, so all of you, please continue your work on the charm!" instructed Flitwick.

Later on that day, after all of the classes had finished, the four boys sat down to dinner, three restraining the pouting other from bounding off to who knows where.

"Come on, Padfoot, just sit!" pleaded Remus.

"NOOOOOOO!" cried Sirius.

"Look, Padfoot, there's mashed potatoes! You love those!" wheedled Peter.

"Me no wanna!" whined you-know-who (no, not Voledemort!)

"I'll give you candy!" bargained James.

"A thoughtful expression crossed Sirius' face. "Okay!" he said, and plopped down.

Suddenly, James spotted a flash of bright red hair at the other end of the table.

"Hey, it's Evans!" he cried "Evans! Will you go out with me?"

Lilly turned and saw who had shouted. "The day stars shine green in a yellow sky!" she replied coldly, and turned away.

Sighing, James put his head down on the table. "WHYYYY! Why will she not go out with me! What do I have to do?"

Remus patted James on the elbow sympathetically. "What you need to do is give her romantic signs that you're actually interested in her, not that you want her to be your next 'girl of the week'"

"Yeah!" supported Peter.

"Alright, but what kind of signs?" asked James.

As if on cue, Sirius suddenly shot out of his seat and shouted for the whole school to hear: "Wiwwy! Pongsi wuvs you!"

"Signs that are not like that!" laughed Remus.

"Mmm. Hey Padfoot!" said James.

"Yeth?" smiled Sirius.

"Thanks a lot for that!" said James, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Your welcome Pongsie!" replied Sirius brightly.

"Uggh"