Lily Evans was sitting on the comfy couch in front of the roaring fire in the Griffindor Common Room, pondering over the History of magic essay she was supposed to complete - by the next day. She sighed and reread it. History of Magic was easily her worst subject, well, apart from Transfiguration, and Transfiguration wasn't that far behind. She had been sitting there for almost an hour wondering whether she should end the essay short and lose marks or blab on her another half a foot about absolutely nothing and receive the full marks. She yawned at the prospect of writing even one more sentence about grimy goblins and decided that she would end it; it was getting late after all.

Lily began to get up and was nearly at the stairs to the girls' dormitories, when she heard the portrait at the base of the common room swing open. Lily stopped and listened, wondering who could be entering the room at this hour in the morning.

"That was easily the best prank this week!" Yelled Sirius at the top of his voice, not caring that his fellow Griffindors were fast asleep.

Lily sighed, ah, yes, who else but the Marauders would be up and yelling at early hour of the morning? She half turned, about to storm down the stairs and give them all detentions; what else was being a prefect all about? It wasn't just privileges to the bathrooms.

"Yeah," added James, "but did anyone but me see that new Care-taker's face? It was hilarious I swear." At another outburst of laughing, Lily guessed that James had done an extremely melodramatic impersonation.

"It was a great way to welcome him," chuckled Sirius, "It took us forever to get rid of Apollyon Pringle; he was a pain. He was a pain in the--."

"Sirius," Remus began warningly, "Not at this time of morning. Besides, he was old; he was retiring. Simple. You can't take all the credit, even if you did moon him in the corridor, and he poked you up the—"

"Yeah, I know," interrupted Sirius, "I said he was a pain in the arse didn't I?"

James laughed, and followed Remus up to the dormitories. Sirius, after realizing he was being left behind with Peter, bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time with his seeming boundless energy.

Lily listened to the thump of the Marauders' travels up the stairs, and grimaced in sympathy for her fellow students. She sat and listened to their conversation, they were planning their next prank. After a few minutes of mumble, mumble Snape, mumble, mumble, Pink hair, mumble, mumble, she lost interest; they were always planning pranks, it wasn't anything new.

But she was interested to see how Snape would look with pink hair; the cheeky part of her mind thought that Snape would get what was coming to him. She collected her History of Magic essay and tiptoed up the stairs, the entire opposite of James and his companions