A/N: It is official that I have a love for those nifty lines I've discovered. So I will use these lines to no end! MWAHAH! ENDLESS LINES! NO LINE SEGMENTS HERE! Sorry.. Got excited.. I also know that you want to see my awesome and creative way of revealing what's going on in the dastardly minds of the mini-Marauders. But that sucks for you because this chapter will be narrated by James. If you like it, tell me because I will give you an e-cookie because writing like this comes much easier!

Operation: Drop Bombs

January 7, Sunday, 1:34:

"ONE MINUTE! OH EMM GEE!" I jiggled my foot in excitement. Sirius gave me a cold stare and I suddenly assumed a stiff stance. "Sorry, Drill Sergeant," I said with a mocking salute.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Get a grip, Sparky."

I barked.

Moony slapped us both in the back of the head before saying. "Okay-- We're go."

I saluted again and sprinted out of the dorm and through the common room, only stopping for a huge grin at Evans, who made a retching noise. I sighed. She loves me!

I darted down the steps, "Bombs" in hand. I spotted old Peevsey in the 2nd floor corridor, but stopped before my mission to catch my breath and alert the men.

"Miclophonum!" I whispered into my wand. We'd created the charm ourselves. It was like the walkie-talkies the muggles used.. Except our wands were the microphones. You gotta admit -- we have some SERIOUS skills. "Waltz, Flamingo-- you're up. I'll get him to the foyer. Over."

"Roger that, Over and Out," came Moony's voice.

Sirius muttered in the background, "I still can't believe I have to keep watch. I'm not a GIRL for God's sake!"

I chuckled as I stowed my wand back into my robes. Time to do some serious trouble-making. Heh..

I rounded the corner and acted like I didn't notice Peeves circling the ceiling. I stomped about, flailing my arms like an idiot with the bombs flopping all over the place. Peeves remained oblivious. So I continued dancing around beneath him. I even did a pirouette with my robes flapping behind me in the wind.

All the while I looked positively dashing, by the way. I wore jeans and sneakers instead of the usual slacks and loafers beneath my robes. My tie hung down in that messy way that girl swoon over. That's right -- James Potter, Fashionista.

Anyways, Peeves finally noticed me. It took him a moment to decide what I was doing. What with all my jumping and running around, I barely knew what I was doing. I saw his glance and gasped. "Oh no! Not Peeves! You can't know! You'll ruin it!"

My acting skills are top notch, of course.

Peeves laughed. "It's dear, old Potty! In trouble as usual I see! Let me just help you with that."

I hid a snicker and sprinted down the hallway, waving my arms about. Peeves sang behind me cheerily:

"Potty, Potty!

He's quite spotty!

His face, you see, it is real rotty!"

We reached the Oak Doors in the foyer and I stopped and turned around to yell, "Stop that!"

He sniggered and grabbed one of the bombs and exploded it on my head! I didn't see that coming..

A/N: Yes.. Yet another cliff hanger. I'm drawing this out because I can't quite finish the last half and I can't stand to keep you waiting even more. So I'm just cutting it down.