Twelve Days with the Marauders

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Day Two

It was three in the morning and Remus was in the library. He couldn't sleep, and he needed something to do. Then he remembered the Marauder prank war. Ah. He then went to the library, to look for spells and the such. That was why he was here now. Hmm. Pranking wasn't his best subject. Then he had a brainwave. A very, very fun and interesting brainwave…

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Remus poked his head into the kitchens. The elves saw him and immediately swarmed over.

"How can we helps sir?" piped up the one at the front of the crowd (and the most ugly and wrinkliest).

"I'm doing an experiment. Can you put some of this potion into twelve goblets of pumpkin juice?"

"Of course, of course, sir. We shalls be doing it now." The house elves returned after a while and shoved an assortment of cups filled with the drink into Remus' hands.

"Oh, and do you have any pumpkin juice?" A jug and some cups were added to the hands. Remus smiled, thanked them, and returned to his dormitory. Once he got there, he claimed one un-potioned drink for himself and drank. Mmmm. Now, to wait for the rest of the Marauders…Remus had barely finished that thought when James burst in.

"Heeeelp! Sirius is trying to kill me!" The said boy then barged in, followed by a panting Peter. Ah. Peter.

"Peter, want some pumpkin juice?" The boy's eyes lit up. Remus handed him one of the potion-ed cups.

"Yeah, thanks, Remus." The boy downed it in one gulp. Then he grinned, and ran away. The others stared.

"What's gotten into him?"

"I don't know. Let's go to breakfast."

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This was entertaining. Remus had managed to slip Snape, Lily, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Slughorn and some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws the potion. They now had the urges to play Quidditch. Remus ducked as a Bludger (hit by Lily) flew over his head, only to have to duck again as Peter hit it back. Professor Sprout was commentating.

"OH! And a Hufflepuff is going to score…ooh! Professor Slughorn blocks it! Ah, well…" Remus grinned.

"Mr Snape, from the We-Love-Quidditch team, has the Quaffle! Oh, and he SCORES! The score is fifty to ten, the We-Love-Quidditch team winning!" Remus heard James snort.

"Snivellus looks like he's doing the chicken dance when he's on a broom." Sirius frowned.

"What's the chicken dance?" Remus rolled his eyes. They really exaggerated sometimes.

"It's a dance where you pretend to be a chicken, sort of."

"Oh! Ok." Sirius ran off. Remus cocked his head to one side. James answered his unspoken question.

"I don't know either, Moony, I don't know."

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It was time for dinner. They were all assembled in the Great Hall.

"…Nitwit! Oddment! Blubber! Tweak!" James sighed. Finally! The food appeared and James dug in hungrily. All of a sudden, he felt really strange. He got up. He then proceeded to cluck and scratch at the floor, along with some other occupants of the Great Hall. Sirius was laughing. James now realised what he had done.

"Stu-SQUWRK!" Oh great. Now he had to talk like one too. Damn you, laughing Sirius, Remus and Peter. Damn you, laughing friends. When I get my hands on you, Sirius Orion Black…

Nice, Sirius. Chicken Dance! *does chicken dance* Now review? *puppy dog eyes*

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