Hi! It's been a few weeks, but I'm back. Okay, so, new chapter.

James

Rowan steps aside to let a crying Amelia Strange be escorted out of the common room by McGonagall.

"What's wrong with her?" She asks as she takes a chair at the table me, Peter, Sirius and Remus are sat at.

"Voldemort killed her mother last night." I relpy.

"Oh." Rowan glances after her.

"Yeah, everyone's so scared recently. It's nearly Christmas too. Shame." I mutter. We sit in silence for a moment. Then Rowan grins. I don't like this because it's not her nice grin. It's her 'I'm up to somthing evil' grin.

"I know what they need." She smiles. I do not like the sound of this.

"What?" Sirius asks, the same worried look on his face as is on mine.

"Some cheering up! Marauders style, of course." We all glance at each other.

"How, exactly?" I ask cautiously.

"Well, something seasonal. Nothing stupid, just some fun."

I consider for a moment before saying, "Okay, sure." Sirius nods, Remus sighs wearily with a nod and Peter muters something like okay. Rowan grins again. A very scary grin.

"Right..."

Sirius

Once we'd all heard Rowan's plan, we agreed it must be done. I think McGonagall's face alone, would be worth it. Besides, it would certainly cheer people up. Which was the main aim, of course. We began making plans.

"If this goes wrong, I'm blaming it all on you!" I warned Rowan. She just laughed.

Slowly, the Marauder's Christmas prank began to take shape.

It was a few days before it actually took place.

We were all just waiting. Rowan wasn't nevous at all and managed to finish eating her mashed potato. Around us everyone else were talking and laughing, with no idea what was about to happen next. Rowan sat next to me, wich I think may have confused Lily and Alice. She grins at me, whilst I glance at my watch. I start the countdown.

"5."

"4."

"3."

"2."

"1!"

The doors to the Great Hall burst open and fire roared inside. There were explosions as our fireworks flew in to action and students watched with wide-eyed awe. The five of us looked on smugly at our artwork.

A huge lion stomped down the Gryffindor table, startling the first years. A snake slithered down Slytherin, snapping. A badger plodded down Hufflepuff's, an eagle flew down Ravenclaw's. More fireworks exploded, throwing tinsel and mistletoe everywhere, in a graceful way. Bells began to ring from above.

A large Christmas tree sprouted out of nowhere, decorating itself. Baubles, tinsel, an angel were twisted on. Then, finally, the words 'Merry Christmas!' floated in a banner above the tree.

"That is what I call a success." Rowan murmered into my ear. I grinned.

The look on McGonagall's face was priceless.

Okay, did you like? I have to go because my sister is really annoying me and I need brain nutrients- coffee. But, anyway, that was some cheering up Marauder's style! Hope you enjoyed. xx