A/N- Hello, all! And yet another chapter awaits for you to read. Once again, not exactly an 'I'll tell you later', but just some funny stuff I thought I'd elaborate on. Happy reading, and of course thanks for anything you did that would leave a notice in my e-mail.

Disclaimer- My disclaimer muse has temporarily run out. Just know that I by no way own Harry Potter. Thanks and have a nice day. Or night. Or afternoon. Or that really early morning period where you accidently woke up and had to use the bathroom and tried and failed to go back to sleep so you got on the computer. Hey look, my muse is back...

I'll Tell You Later

Chapter 2- Chocolate Cravings

"Never trust a twin prankster."

"Soooo... James, old buddy, pal, friend, mate..."

James Potter and Sirius black currently sat in their corner of the common room. Peter was down in the kitchens and Remus was off to wherever Remus goes when he's recuperating after... that time every month.

James sighed and put down his quill. It seemed he would not be doing his charms essay tonight. "What do you want, Padfoot?"

"So... you know you're my friend, right?"

"Oh Merlin, what did you do now?"

"Nothing!" Sirius said quickly. "Or, not yet..." he reconsidered. "Anyway! Let's say we have some fun, huh?" He asked, brightening considerably.

"Sirius, I've put this essay off for too long, it's due tomorrow and I've still got a foot and a half to write!"

Sirius gave him the puppy dog face. "Pleeeeeaaaaseeeee...?"

James sighed. He was a pushover. "Fine. What is it?"

Sirius rubbed his hands together and laughed softly, but maniacally. What did I get myself into... James thought.

It was monday morning. Phase Numero Uno: Look-A-Like was about to begin. James silently wondered why Sirius liked using spanish numbers in his plans, but thought that it was a story for another time.

He pulled at the clothes he was wearing. Not that they were uncomfortable, just... different. It seemed that Slytherin pureblood robes were different than Gryffindor pureblood robes. Not that he was wearing Slytherin robes, mind you, but the Black Family were Slytherins, after all, and right now he was wearing Sirius' clothing. It seemed Sirius had two pairs of the same robes, and so they were wearing them for this occasion.

James' hair had been lenthened by a spell, and the lenth kept it a bit tamer. Not that this would last - he did have Potter hair, after all, and any attempts to cut it off or tame it would soon prove fruitless, as it would spring back to normal.

For some reason, Sirius had muggle contacts, as he called them, that were like mini glasses that fit into your eyes. James had protested at first, but at last Sirius had pressured him into doing it, and once he got used to them it wasn't that bad.

They were apparently colored contacts, and so now insted of their natural hazel, they were the color of Sirius' eyes.

The two Gryffindors now looked like twins.

"Why do I have to look like you, anyway?" James whispered to his friend as sirius put on the finishing touches.

"Becasue I am the better looking, of course." Sirius replied, self-assuredly. "Okay... done. Time for Phase Numero Uno to begin."

Sirius strode into the Great Hall, where everyone was happily eating breakfast. It was not unusual for Sirius Black to come in late, and so no one paid him any attention. He sat down with his friend Remus, who was back from his 'trip', but looked a little pale. James Potter sat across form them, eating everything in hos reach. This, too, was a normal occurence, and breakfast seemed to continue without a hitch.

Until five seconds later when a second Sirius Black came in through the doors.

Those who had seen Sirius ented the first time did a double take, looking first at the Sirius at the Gryffindor table, and then at the Sirius standing in the door. They nudged their friends, who nudged their friends, and so on, until everyone was looking at the Sirius-es.

The Sirius at the door stalked into the Great Hall, his eyes locked on his look-a-like. When he got there, James Potter and Remus Lupin stared up at him in shock, but the Sirius at the table didn;t know what was going on until The standing Sirius lifted him up off the bench and growled, "Who the bloody hell are you!"

Sirius pulled himself free and gawked at the other, before getting angry. "I'm Sirius Black."

"You're an imposter!"

"No, you are!"

Both snarled at the other.

"Prove it."

"How?"

"I dunno, give me a birth certificate or something!"

"Why? So you can take it and say it's yours?"

James stopped eating and looked at Remus in a dumbfounded expression. Remus was staring wide-eyed at both Sirius-es.

He stood and got between them.

"Which one of you is the real Sirius?" he asked.

"I am!" They shouted in unison.

Remus sighed. "I don't have time for this today... Alright, what are our nicknames?"

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs." said one, while the other looked confused. "Ha!" Said the one who had answered. "I win."

"Not just yet." Remus continued. "I know the right Sirius has been keeping count. How many times has Lily rejected James?"

"Two-hundred and seventy-eight times." Said the one who didn't answer the first time. The one who did was counting on his fingers.

Remus frowned. He needed something only Sirius had ever done, heard, said, or witnessed...

"When did I develop my chocolate craving?"

"Third year, when you came back from that one furry little problem buisness." They said in unison.

Remus knew that one well. It was when he had come back and eaten chocolate that Sirius, joking around, had asked if he was secretly a girl and was going through his period. Remus had been so shocked that he had accidently let slip that he was a werewolf, not 'some bloody girl...' ... in more ways than one.

He sighed and flopped down into his seat dramatically. James seemed unperturbed that his best mate was going through a crisis and was back to his food. Remus smirked.

"Could you pass the toast, Peter."

"Sure, Re- Uh-oh." said 'James', biting his lip and looking up at the two glaring Sirius-es.

"Pete!" They yelled.

"We told you!"

"Don't answer if he calls you Peter!"

"Now this whole thing is ruined." They said in unison, sitting down in a huff.

Their spectators laughed, having realised that it was just another one of the marauder's jokes, and went back to breakfast.

"How'd you know?" One of the Sirius-es asked as he took out contacts.

Remus, his smirk still in place, was only too happy to answer. "Well, first of all, 'James' didn't even notice that Lily had sat down next to him."