"Alright, men. We are here to discuss ways and means of making James feel better and forget Lilly. So, any ideas?"
They were in the Gryffindor Common Room. James had departed earlier to the Library. However, why he needed his broomstick was obviously a good question.
Remus looked up from his homework. "Ideas? What ideas? We didn't want to do this in the first place, remember?"
Sirius paused, trying to think of a comeback. Then he used an age-old favourite. "Shut up."
"Whatever. Sirius, I know that you're doing this for James, and, no matter how much we feel sorry for him, it is natural. Everyone gets depressed at times, even me-"
Peter frowned. You do get depressed. When you don't have your chocolate, and when it's the day before the full moon and-"
"Irrelevant. Maybe we should just… you know, leave him, Padfoot. Padfoot? Sirius? What are you doing?"
Sirius was rummaging through his bag, muttering slightly to himself.
Peter and Remus shared a look. They had always known he was insane, but this was just a bit beyond the limit.
"Found it," Sirius yelled triumphantly, earning himself glares from the seventh years, who were trying to study.
"Sirius, what…"
"This my fiends, is the answer to all our problems."
"fiend? Who, my dear Padfoot, are you calling a fiend?" Remus pretended mock shock
Sirius didn't look in the slight perturbed. "Well, junior fiends. I am the almighty fiend GOD! Don't worry," he added snootily. "You'll get there some day."
Peter interrupted again. "Can we get on? I'm hungry"
Sirius sighed. "You're always hungry. Stop thinking about your stomach for a change. Though I am hungry… Anyway, this my friends, is a muggle device called a speaker. Muggles use it to make things louder, or something like that. So, I added a bit of what we may call, the Paddy touch. And voila! We have the most important device for aiding magical mischief makers. So-"
Remus interrupted. "What about the Marauder's Map?"
Sirius sighed. "Alright, after the Map"
Peter episodic. (A/N: I learnt a new word Go me!) "And the Invisibility Cloak?"
Sirius looked disgruntled. "Third. Let me continue! Alright. So, we use this to let the Slytherin table be heard. Loudly. And I mean very loud. So, I decided we use certain Slytherins, to make it more effective. So, I thought we should focus on certain Slytherins."
Remus frowned. (A/N: If the guy does this any more, he's going to end up seriously wrinkled) "Let me guess. It wouldn't be Snape, Malfoy, Bellatrix and Narcissa, by any chance?
Sirius shrugged. "What's wrong with them? They're perfect, aren't they? Well, perfectly hapless and idiotic, yes."
Remus smiled, mildly. "Which would explain why Bellatrix is better at Potions than you."
Sirius looked as if he was about to get up and strangle Remus. Any mention of his cousin beating him at something would instantly send him into a towering fury.
Peter looked fed-up. "Get on with it, Padfoot. Moony, stop interrupting him."
Sirius glanced at him, taking in his bored features, and instantly knew that the Cheer-Up-James party would be one member less soon. Or probably two. "Right. Well, I thought we could slip some of Slughorn's potion into their Slytherin food. And-"
"How do you get it into it?"
Sirius waved this probable-future-problem away with a wave of his hand. "Do not bother me with irksome details, Moony. I am a grand master-plotter, and what I say goes. I will think of a general idea first, and then you two can worry about your tedious and insignificant details. Then, I shall stand up gracefully from the Gryffindor table, and then I shall majestically roar, like a proud and eminent lion, questions at them. Starting with some of their rather childish pranks, which, compared to ours, seem like they are light years away from becoming as great as us, the Marauders!"
Remus and Peter shared a look. "Yes, you're right," Remus commented dryly. There was no point arguing with him, when he got into one of those moods. "But, how will this cheer Prongs up? It's more like it's cheering you up. Including the fact to show off to Mary."
"Won't James be happy to see his worst enemies humiliated in front of the whole school?"
"Right, men. The meeting is now over."