Chapter 2

"Guys, why're we doing this?" asked Remus as he plucked his bass boredly. He'd managed to dodge the title of lead singer when he mentioned it to a friend, Dorcas Meadows, who was in their house and their year and had managed to be proven trustworthy despite her friendship with 'The Enemy' AKA, one Lily Evans who seemed intent on bringing down every little scheme they came up with regardless of what nature. Dorcas, or 'Cassie' as she preferred to be called had jumped at the idea of a rockband and had asked if they had a singer yet. Remus said no. And thus, the boys were more than a little miffed.

Sirius, who it turned out was having more fun beating drums than he'd ever had beating Snape, seemed to have not heard him, but James had, and he shot the werewolf a glare. "Stop it. Just because you don't have any confidence it doesn't mean it always has to be that way. Now grow some cahones muchacho." he said firmly. Remus stared at him blandly.

"Muchacho? Do you even know what that means?"

"No." said James, just as firmly. Remus rolled his eyes.

"You tell him, Prongs!" called Sirius from the drums. Apparently he'd heard a little.

At the moment they were all in the room of requirement getting ready for their first real practice. He put his drumsticks down and walked over. James and Remus' eyes instantly hit what Sirius was wearing.

"Sirius..." James began raising an eyebrow. "Ummm...Sirius, is there something you're not telling us?"

Sirius blinked. "No."

"Then why are you wearing a skirt?" asked Remus curiously. Sirius frowned.

"It's not a skirt, it's a kilt!" he exclaimed Sirius pointing at it. "See! It reaches my knees and it looks cool! It's going to be my gimmick."

"Sirius, you're not Scottish." James pointed out. Remus nodded. Sirius frowned.

"Sure I am, by marraige!" he said firmly.

"But you're still not ACTUALLY Scottish." Remus said simply.

"I---"

"Sirius, you're about as Scottish as I'm white." Kingsley, who had just shown up with a guitar piped up. James and Remus nodded. Sirius sighed.

"Fine, but I'm not getting rid of the kilt. It looks cool." he said simply. The other boys exchanged glances as Peter came in with Cassie, who was wearing a hat that was large, purple and fluffy. The other boys looked at it curiously. She grinned and then dropped her hat. Her hair was blue.

"That's err...very nice, Cassie." said Kingsley looking rather confused. The only girl in the room beamed.

"Really, you like it? I wanna find a thing...and I think I should do it with my head." she said pointing at her head to emphasize the point.

"Wow." That was all the boys could say, and it was rather deadpan. Peter sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Come on, guys, Cassie's got the right idea. What's a succesful rock band without an image!" he exclaimed.

"Style over substance?" Kingsley offered. Remus nodded.

"Exactly! You guys are in it for the ladies, then do it for the ladies, who cares what you sound like if you look good!" Peter insisted. Peter was trying his best to be persuasive, because, as manager, he'd have to pitch the band, who'd decided to go for the easy option of The Marauders, and he already had a vision implanted in his messed up little mind of exactly what he wanted.

"Okay guys, if we wanna make any upcoming battles of bands and things of that variety, we're going to have to buckle down and practice!" cried James jamming a fist in the air. The other boys, and Cassie, seemed unfazed by this.

"Umm...Have any of you guys even considered how we're going to get on stage at any of the wizarding battle of the bands without anyone recognizing us, especially when most of them don't fall directly on Hogsmede weekends?" Remus piped up. The other Marauders' faces fell and they began to mutter about this and think of ideas.

Sirius gasped. "Easy!" The rest of the band looked at him in expectance. "We wear masks."

"Masks?" commented James. "That'll never work."