*throws up hands in defense* DON'T SPEAR MEEEEE! And in my defense, fanfiction was blocked from my house. Also, I hit a writer's block. And then I started to create a new story with some other authors.

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood; it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood…"

Madelyn was skipping down the hall, singing as she finished pulling on her shoes, "Come on, you guys. You don't want to miss breakfast, do you?"

"You are such a bloody wanker, Madelyn," Sirius grumbled, stomping past her. They weren't going to miss this breakfast, it was too important. "What are you doing, anyway?"

Madelyn looked up from her hands at her waist, "Um, tying a belt?"

That was true; a dark brown strip of faux deer skin with a dream catcher on it was fastened around her waist.

"It looks weird. Why are there feathers at the end of it?"

"Sirius," Madelyn began, sliding on bracelets and rings, "This is the 70's, and I'm a hippie; this is what we do. 'Cus this is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius!"

Sirius let out a groan as she starting skipping down the hall again, spirits up and totally perky.

"Age of Aquarius!"

How? How could she have so much energy? Even the prospect of having a prank prepared could only give Sirius so much drive. The Marauders had lost so much sleep the night before preparing the prank, Sirius had only gotten three hours of shut-eye until he had his traditional bucket of water thrown on him to get him up. And here was Madelyn, jumping around like she had had a strong cup of tea and a shot of gin to get her going.

Although, now that Sirius thought about it, Madelyn was an American. She probably had never even had a cup of tea in her life.

Figures. Sirius gave a snort. Yankees.

Sirius turned around and saw James, who had Remus's arm around his shoulder and was dragging the poor sleeping boy along. It was a dangerous situation, because James himself was half asleep and was stifling a yawn.

The marauders reached the Great Hall to find a large crowd of students gathered around the closed doors.

"What's going on?"

"Are we locked out?"

"Is someone locked in?"

"Do you think it's 'US'?"

POOFSH!

The doors to the great hall had given a great jerk against their hinges, but they did not fall over, neither they did not open.

Some of the students that had fallen over at the sudden loud noise stood up and whispers began anew.

"What was that?"

"What happened?"

"Are we going to die?"

CrrrEEEEEeekk…

All of the whispers stopped…

…as the door slowly cracked open.

"What the bloody…"

The boy walked inside the Great Hall in a stupor of awe. This was incredible. Almost everything was white.

Ice cream rose from the floor in mounds as whipped cream fell from the ceiling. The tables were so colorful; candies from all over the world were strewn across their surface.

But the very best part was the giant block of green in the center of the room.

Jell-O. A giant box of green Jell-O was in the middle of the great hall, and encased in it was the teachers.

The students all gathered around the spectacle. Each teacher was positioned like they were sitting in their usual chairs.

Even frozen in place, McGonagall managed to glare at all of the students before looking at Professor Dumbledore. He was smiling merrily.

The old professor calmly began to move his hand across his body, to reach into his pocket…

And pull out a straw.

Eyes twinkling, Dumbledore brought it to his mouth and began to suck in the Jell-O.

"FOOD!"

Like a spell had been broken, the students immediately began to scramble for the sugary treats. The boy took large handfuls of salt-water taffy and spelled his name out, P-E-T-E-R, before digging in. Peter surveyed the students. A group of hufflepuff girls began to throw mints at each other. There was a boy with a sandy blond ponytail who was putting chocolate on a chocolate poker and dipping that in a chocolate fountain before eating it.

The Ravenclaw quiddach team dove into the ice-cream mounds, before Peter was distracted by another spectacle. A girl wearing a tie-dye headband was on a table made of sponge cake, jumping a rope of red liquorish

"Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine

Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine

Jane lost her grip and a down she fell

Squared herself away as she let out a yell."

She jumped off the table next to two dark-haired boys and began to eat her rope. "I love redvines."

Peter stopped staring at them and grabbed a handful of cake from the table, settling down to enjoy it.

"Thank you, miss," Sirius took James's camera from a blushing fourth year.

She smiled and walked off to an eager group of giggling girls.

Sirius pocketed the photo for later, and headed over to his fellow marauders, who had all joined Remus at a chocolate fountain. He sat down, and took a bite of biscuit and chocolate with a smile. James was trying to find out how much he could fit in his mouth, while Madelyn had a giant marshmallow completely covered in melted chocolate in her mouth and was struggling to chew since she couldn't stop smiling. There was a good tablespoon of chocolate running down her chin. Sirius was impressed it even fit in her face; Madelyn must have a big mouth.

A loud sucking noise made everyone freeze.

Somehow Dumbledore had managed to suck his entire way out of the Jell-O. He calmly stepped out of it and waved his wand, vanishing the Jell-O and freeing his colleges; most of which promptly fell on their bums.

McGonagall somehow managed to catch herself before hitting the ground and straightened. "Who—"

She didn't get to finish. An answer cut her off. Hanging in silver flames were two words.

WE DID.

XxXxXxXxX

Sadly, everyone was removed from the great hall. They weren't allowed any more of the candy.

Everyone's first class was canceled, and sent to their dorms. The marauders trudged up the stairs slowly with the rest of the Gryffindor kids, their stomachs heavy. Once in the Gryffindor dormitory, students collapsed on sofas, tables, and if furniture was not accessible, just the plain old floor.

People began to chatter on the recent turn of events, and the marauders weren't an exception. There was just a different edge to their voices.

James was practically bouncing in his seat.

Sirius laughed, "Whoa, mate, easy on the sugar high there."

James laughed as Madelyn replied, "Why? He'll burn it off soon enough."

'Soon enough' is true, Remus had a superior smile. In three, two, one…

"What in the bloody name of Merlin?"

The sixth year boy walked up to the wall and stared intensely, as if by doing so he could find the answers. When they walked out of the fat lady's portrait, they were encaged by white walls. They were in a cube. It didn't make any sense!

The boy hesitantly pressed his hand against the wall, "No way. It's a mattress!"

"What? Oh, bugger…" the prefect began to poke the squishy material with his wand.

"What do we do?"

"Are we trapped?"

"This is not how I wanted to die!"

"Wait!" the other prefect, Marley Mcinnons held up her hand. "I have an idea! You!" She pointed to a watery- eyed first year. "C'mere!"

The poor boy walked up and promptly squeaked as the fifth-year beater picked him up and threw him at one of the white, plush walls.

Everyone watched transfixed as the round boy flew into a mattress and toppled the entire cube. Several students dived out of the way as the roof fell on top of them, while others weren't so lucky. Being true Gryffindors, they all scrambled to their feet so as to see what happened.

Marley was the first to the stair railing, "There he goes!"

Everyone followed her finger to the indicated firsty that was zooming down a slide made from the grand staircase, screaming in what he hoped was a very manly way. But, of course, it wasn't.

The head boy promptly had a light bulb moment.

"Gangway!" he cried, seizing a mattress and diving face first onto it.

Within seconds everyone was clamoring for a mattress. People were inventing stunts as on their makeshift mattress-boards, from going backwards, to standing up, or doing both at the same time! They passed the Ravenclaws, who had their own track. But all things must come to pass.

Professor McGonagall appeared out of nowhere with Filtch(as teachers always manage to do), and quickly brought the party to a close (again, as teachers always do). Students were sent to bed and the stairs returned to normal, mattresses disappeared, and the transfiguration professor swore that nothing else happened.

The Empress quickly sits back in her resplendent throne and drinks from a challis while guards stand firm, holding back enraged fans.

"Boom, Mother—"

Icey glances up at the Empress dryly. "So humble. We should just let them eat you."

"Silence!" points finger dramatically at her, "Kneel!"

The Empress hooks a cookie onto a stick and holds it by her feet. Icey lunges onto the ground for it. The grand Ruler rests her feet on Icey's back.