"Wakie wakie, boys!" Sirius barked as a wake up call, "Come on, Prongs, Hup hup hup!" he bounced out of bed joyously, as loudly as he could, as was his wont.

Peter seemed to levitate, scrambling around in his covers, arms and legs flailing wildly. Remus's eyes surveyed him balefully from the shelter of his blankets. James was the only one to grin at him as he got out of his bed.

"You do know, Sirius, that I could put you in detention." Remus's voice was as baleful as his gaze

Sirius's eyes flickered over his shoulder to Remus, his white teeth flashing in a grin, "Oh I know, but you could have done it a thousand times… and you haven't!"

James laughed, "Padfoot, leave Moony to his beauty sleep, if he thinks he needs it."

Sirius glanced at him, and grinned again, "Oh, he needs it alright; the full moon is in a few of days." He eyes glinted mischievously, "Almost time for the plan."

James shrugged into his robes, then turned, looking into the mirror and ran his hand through his hair, "Right!" he said, "Now let's go face the world."

"Let's go eat!" Sirius exclaimed, and his robes were on his body in place of his pyjamas so fast, you might have thought he transfigured them.

Peter scrabbled ungracefully out of bed, landing with a thump on the floor. Sirius threw back his head and howled with laughter; he was in a good mood. Remus got up slowly.

"I thought you wanted your beauty sleep?" Sirius smirked.

Remus glared at Sirius, "Well, until you guys go away, I won't be getting any sleep. And when I finally do get to sleep, the decent world will be waking up."

"Poor Diddums," Sirius said, but it was obvious he had no pity for his friend.

"Padfoot, Heel!" James said, "Stop being so insensitive."

Sirius just grinned roguishly, raising an eyebrow. "He needs to get up anyway; it's a school day."

"And you want to have breakfast, and don't want to spend time talking." Said James, rising as eyebrow in turn.

"Less time to eat!" said Sirius emphatically.

"No, we wouldn't want you to be hungry, would we?" was Remus's slightly sarcastic remark.

"Nope! Now, come on! Last one down to the common room is a rotten egg. And I won't be waiting around for you!" With that, Sirius bounded downstairs, James following him.

It took a few minutes for the remainder of the Marauders to get ready, but Sirius, contrary to his words, waited for them. James looked around, and his hand went to his hair as some girls came out of their dormitory. When he didn't see Lily, James looked crestfallen. Sirius, seeing the direction of James's gaze, grinned. He was prevented from commenting by Remus and Peter coming down the stairway.
"Come on!" he exclaimed, "Let's not wait for Christmas!"
He looked at James, who followed him, and together they sauntered away down the
levels to the Great Hall.

The four House tables were set out, and they worked their way to the Griffindor one. Sirius's nose twitched as he smelt the bacon, and his stomach growled. He sat down and loaded his plate, James on his right.

When he had eaten a few very large mouthfuls, Sirius grinned. "So…" he began, "Full moon soon?"
"Yes," said Remus shortly, "And Transfiguration next."
James grinned at the prospect of his best subject. Peter gnawed his fingers nervously, "I didn't do the homework! What were we working on again?"

"Easy one, Wormtail," Sirius said dismissively, "Animagus transformations. We
had to write about the theory behind transforming." He grinned at James, who mirrored him.
"I think I might have got mine right," James said offhandedly, "What do you
reckon, Sirius?"
Sirius barked out a laugh, "Yeah, I reckon. I'd be surprised if I didn't get an E at least."
"What, Exceed Expectations?" James asked, "Of course you will; you always do. They just think you muck around in class.
Sirius grinned, "Well of course. But I will get an E."
"Not an Outstanding?" Remus asked sardonically.
"Oh, yeah. But I wouldn't be that cocky, would I?" Sirius said. Remus snorted into his breakfast as James laughed loudly. He stopped as he looked around, his hand going to his hair. Sirius grinned at him, already knowing without looking who was coming to the table.