James had his transfiguration book facedown, open on his chest as he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. He looked to his right; Sirius was on his own bed as he read his charms book. His eyes had been staring at the same spot on the page for the past five minutes. The empty bed had its blinds closed. James sighed.

He looked to his left. Remus was working on the herbology they had gotten this morning. There was a neat pile of chocolate frog wrappers next to him. James sighed again.

Tilting his head up, James looked across the room at Madelyn. She was sitting in her Den and was finishing a potions essay. She was signing her name with a flourish at the end while James was wondering if her many blankets were as soft and comfortable as they looked. Figuring the Marauders wouldn't be doing anything fun, James looked back at his ceiling and sighed.

His eyes flew open. Wait a minute, sighs!

James heaved a sigh. Sirius, who was looking for anything to do besides stare at paper, looked at James. Seeing how James was already looking at him, Sirius straightened expectantly.

James gave a dramatic sigh. Remus paused, and his eyes flared in annoyance before returning to work. James sighed again, and again, and again, watching Remus' patience shorten until he finally lifted his head to glare at James. James smiled and looked at Madelyn.

James gave as loud and dramatic a sigh as he could.

"Yes, James?" Madelyn asked with a patient voice.

"How'd you know it was me?"

She smiled before repeating, "Yes, James?"

"I'm bored."

"I figured as much."

"I want to be entertained."

Madelyn snorted, "No."

"What? Why not?"

Madelyn shut her book and tossed it to the side, "'I want to be entertained?' What are you, a king?"

James paused before grinning, "Yes."

Sirius sighed, "Jamsie Dear, what would you like to do?" there was an innocent, sweet expression was on his face.

"Tosser," James muttered. "Well, I dunno, any of you blokes have an idea?"

"Why no, James, that would indicate that we actually had the capability to have a train of thought."

"Shut it, Remmy."

"Don't call me that."

Madelyn finally shut her book, "Well, I have got to return my books, any of you boys want to come along?"

Sirius gave her a disturbed look, "To the Library?"

"Oh, like you blokes have anything better to do!" Remus turned to his friends. "I'll come, Madelyn."

Sirius' head snapped around to look at James, "Hold the phone, James! This is a chance to meet the mysterious dead girl!"

It worked like a charm. Not thirty seconds later, the Marauders were on their way to the library. Madelyn was singing yet another song, and he when asked about it, all that Sirius understood was that Madelyn was fine with bugs. This made no sense, because Sirius had seen Madelyn launch text books at a wall just to kill a spider. Very determinedly too.

Sirius walked determinedly through the portrait hole, his mind on the strange ghost, when he suddenly stopped. A corner of his brain told him he had missed something.

"Did you blokes hear something?"

James shrugged, "Sounded like the wind."

A little perturbed, Sirius shrugged and walked on, directing his next question at Madelyn, "So what happened with this girl again?"

The American re-explained the encounter to her friends, "I'm still not too sure why she told me about the paper in McGonagall's office actually. Or how she knew about them for that matter. She did seem a bit angry at the world."

"I wonder how she became a ghost," Remus mused.

"Well," Madelyn said, opening the door to the library, "First things first, we need to get Sirius to stop calling her 'Nameless Female Dead Person'."

Madelyn led them to the area that she had met the ghost and began to leaf through some books as Sirius craned his head around bookshelves, searching.

He turned back to look at his friends, "I don't get it. Where did the ghost go?"

Remus looked at him and deadpanned, "Right behind you."

Sirius leapt around to find an irritable looking transparent girl sitting on the edge of the shelf. Well, she wasn't really sitting. In reality, she was floating several inches above the surface. Her eyes narrowed crabbily at the young Black heir.

Sirius took one look at her and let out a squawk, "Ack! Dead Lady! Save me, James!" he pulled his friend in front of him as a shield.

'Nameless Female Dead Person' rolled her eyes and looked squarely at Madelyn, "What the bloody hell are you doing back here? Haven't you been annoying enough?"

Madelyn rolled her eyes right back, "Depends on your definition of 'enough'. Besides, we were bored, and Sirius wanted to meet you."

The spirit looked over the marauders, "Which one's Sirius?"

Sirius pointed at James in front of him, "He is."

Eyes narrowed even more, a seemingly impossible feat, "You already called him 'James'."

Sirius gestured to Remus, "This is the bloke you're looking for."

"Cut it out, Sirius!"

"Damn it, mate, you gave me away!"

"How stupid do you think she is?"

"And here I was thinking you actually cared about me, Remmy."

"…. What did you just call me?"

"I don't know how my heart can take this. I shall never get over your betrayal—"

"What did you call me?"

"—I mean, I might actually start crying, right now, Remmy, and it's all your—"

"What did you call me?"

"—Borrow a tissue? Because I am just—"

"Here."

"Why thank you," Sirius reached for the hanky and tensed up as the sensation of frigid water being thrown over his head washed over him. He gave its owner a sharp look, "That was mean of you."

She shrugged, "It shut you up. Now why did you want to meet me?"

"I dunno, you're the Nameless Dead Female who talked to Madelyn, why not be curious?"

The ghost went dangerously still, "You mean to tell me… that you came here, annoyed the hell out of me, all because you were bored and curious? And on top of that, I'm called the Nameless Dead Female?"

"Well when you put it that way…"

"OUT!" she surged toward them.

Sirius smirked, "You're a ghost; you can't hurt me."

Eyes re-narrowed, "No. but I can do this!"

The ghost began to beat Sirius with her hanky, dousing him in a torrid feeling again and again.

"Alright! Alright!" Sirius cried, but the girl didn't stop, and hoarded the marauders out of the library.

"OUT!" she gave the final screech as the first years tumbles onto the stair case.

Remus turned around, "Wait—what's your name?"

"What does it matter to you?" She folded her arms sulkily.

"Well, we need something to call you."

She paused for a moment before saying, "I don't have a name anymore. But the students call me 'Icey'."

And with that, she turned and walked into a wall.

Fwahaha…I love being a psychotic bitchy ghost.

And I enjoy making you one. This is my apology to all of you guys for not updating in forever. The next one will be up on St. Patrick's Day.

Happy Valentines Day.