Chapter Four: Isn't That Filch's Wig?
Once they had reached the dorm room they were all huffing and puffing. Only Sirius was not out of breath. He seemed to be interested in a sock that he put on his nose.
He snorted and turned to Remus. "Hey, Remmy, isn't that Filch's wig?" he asked, then crossed his eyes, running after a fly that had just flown by. "COME BACK HERE!" he shouted after it, making a war cry as he flung a fly swatter at it.
Remus looked down at the wig he held, and whacked his head with his fist repeatedly.
Meanwhile, James and Lily were fighting in the corner.
"Well, I believe you owe me something, Potter," Lily said.
"Oh, and just what is that, Evans?" James snapped at her.
"A thank you, you imbecile!" Lily shouted.
"Who you calling an imbecile, you imbecile?" James shouted back.
"You, you dummy!" Lily bellowed.
"Why must you all fight all the time? I can't take it anymore!" Remus shouted, glaring at all of them.
"Sorry, Remmy."
"Oh, hush! No, your not! Look, you'll say sorry now, then do it again tomorrow! And don't call me Remmy, it gets on my nerves!" Remus snapped back. He grabbed his book and stomped off to the dorm room. After a few minutes they heard a door slam.
They stood there in shock, no one moving.
"You know, Lily, you should do the counter-curse. It's the least you can do for him," James sighed.
Lily sighed, too. "You're right."
Epilogue: Lily did the counter-curse. Sirius and the fly joined forces. And they all made up. Peter was in the hospital wing. The end.
A/N: Sorry, people, but I couldn't make it happily ever after, because, well, Lily and James get themselves blown up, Sirius gets sent to Azkaban, and poor Remmy thinks he's all alone. So there you have it.