Disclaimer: You've caught me. My neglect to put one of these on the last chapter is really just a plot to show you that I am the almighty, all-powerful J.K. Rowling. Yeah. Sure.
"O'Clarence, Berenice."
"GRYFFINDOR."
The marauders set off yet another bunch of fireworks, drowning out the cheers of their housemates and deafening their fellow sixth-years. Lily, Becky, and Sarah glared at them before returning to their whispered conversation. Which, coincidentally, was hardly whispering anymore.
"So guys, what color underwear do you think Sirius is wearing?" asked Sarah loudly. Luckily, she was partially drowned out by the cheers from the Hufflepuff table.
"D'you want me to show you?" said Sirius with a suggestive wink at Becky, making her blush a violent shade of magenta.
"Spare us," said Lily disdainfully. "And don't you realize it's-"
"SLYTHERIN."
"-rude to eavesdrop?"
"As if you weren't talking loud enough for all of the bloody school to hear," added James.
"Besides," continued Sirius, affronted, "I wasn't eavesdropping. I was merely listening in to your private conversation. Anyway the answer to your question…"
"My money's on fuchsia," declared Becky, then blushed as Sirius looked her way once more.
"Just because I washed whites and colors one…" he muttered darkly, but the rest of this scintillating conversation was drowned out by the roar of appreciation from the starving masses as food appeared on the serving dishes.
"All right, food!" exclaimed Peter, who grabbed several handfuls of chicken. Yes, handfuls. With his hands. In a public serving tray. Ew.
The Marauders suddenly being occupied with something edible, the girls went back to their conversation. "Yellow," said Sarah. "Yellow."
"Eurgh, could we just drop it, already?" moaned Lily. "Please? I don't care how much you're lusting after Sirius and his 'man-pants', it's making me ill!"
"Boxers or briefs, d'you reckon?" asked Becky.
"New hair color, Sarah?" asked Lily desperately.
"Ooh, yeah, you like?"
"She succeeded," Becky whined.
"Not for long. Okay, what do you think for…Severus Snape?"
"Gray," suggested Becky.
"Really, really don't want to think about that," said Lily.
"Come on, Lils," coaxed Sarah. "Just picture it…Snape-stark naked, except for your auntie's bloomers." Lily laughed at this, not sure whether she should be amused or emotionally disturbed by this image.
What was even worse was the image in her mind, the one of James Potter in only his boxers. He wore boxers, she was sure. Not that she dwelled on it. Much. And the only disturbing thing to her was her lack of disturbance.
A/N: Okay, mucho apologies to my "devoted fans"-all nine of you. Thank you so much for putting me on your alerts and favorites and you have no clue-NO CLUE- how awesome this feels. Okay, if you must know, the following reason for not updating is not a lie: Okay, I like absolutely adore mandarin oranges, right? So on Monday, I take some to school in my backpack for breakfast to eat during my first period class because my teacher is cool like that. So I'm absolutely positive the lid is on, right? Wrong-O! Mandarin orange juice all over the inside of my backpack, which wouldn't be a big deal except that my school notebooks got wet, along with my fanfic notebook, which started to grow mold. Yeah. Ew. So I had to transcribe the stuff from notebook #1 to notebook #2, and I didn't get notebook number 2 until Saturday morning. So not only did I spend my whole weekend (well, part of it) working on my lovely update, I still don't have my homework done. Fan-flipping-tastic. On the bright side, I'll have chapter 3 up by Wednesday, before I go on vacation.