The detention passed rather strangely for the Marauders, who spent half the time deliberately misplacing McGonagall's files, under Alvie's encouragement, and the other half putting them in the correct order, under Remus' encouragement. Later that night, the boys agreed that they had never spent a better detention, what with all the laughing and reading of the student files with Greene. She really fit in well with them, catching on immediately to all their jokes when she could understand them, and when she couldn't, she didn't press for secrets. There was a mutual feeling of friendliness between the two parties.

Two days after the punishment, the boys were sitting in a theory Defense against the Dark Arts lesson, completely bored out of their young minds. It was eventually Peter, almost asleep with idleness, who came up with the idea to put this time to use.

With a meaningful glance behind him to see if anyone was watching, (Lily was scribbling down notes, furious that Alvie had made her late to class; Alvie was tranquilly sketching something with a piece of what looked like charcoal; and the other people around them were either sleeping or playing hangman,) he reached into his bag and pulled out an ordinary, spiral-bound, muggle notebook. Peter locked gazes with James for a moment, before the stag nodded and passed the message on to Sirius, while Peter looked to his left and told Remus. Remus complied with ill-grace, for he had actually been trying to take notes this lesson.

What, Wormtail?

I…I figured it would be a good idea if we planned the full moon now. You know, because we're not really doing anything.

I'M trying to take notes!

Jesus, lay off him, Remus. You can get the notes from someone else later.

Someone like Lilykins, Jamsie?

Exactly. Now, should we stock up on our alcoholic beverages?

Why? Are we throwing a party?

Wormtail, alcoholic beverages are the type of thing we keep around to ensure use whenever necessary. What do you think we should do, Moony?

….Moony?

He's taking notes.

Prat. Prongs, throw a spitball at him.

With pleasure, Padfoot.

….I hate you all.

Why, Moony! Are the bonds of the Marauders being severed so early? Should we go so far as to kick you out of our dormitory?

Bugger off, James.

Moony, what should we do during the full moon?

Stay in the castle like good students?

Not a chance.

Didn't really think so.

It's first full moon, let's just take it easy. Why don't we see if we can find anything interesting in the forest?

I second that.

Me too!

So long as you get me back to the Shrieking Shack this time, I've no problem with it.

Oh, Moony, you party-pooper! Why wouldn't you want to wake up naked in the Forbidden Forest?

Gee, I can't imagine why.

So, we're going into the Forbidden Forest?

Yes, Wormtail.

Just clarifying.

At this point, the bell rang and the boys lazily stuffed their notebooks in their bags and left the classroom. In front of them, Sirius could see Lily admiring the picture Alvie was drawing in class. Not one to pass up the chance to talk to his beloved, James quickly caught up with them.

"What'cha looking at, Evans?" Sirius heard him ask.

Alvie handed him the parchment. Prongs looked it over, and then called back to Sirius.

"Padfoot, come here."

The rest of the Marauders looked over James' shoulder at a charcoal sketching of the dog himself. It was a perfect likeness, from the angular nose to the overlong hair that fell into gleaming grey eyes.

Sirius gave a low whistle. "Wow, Greene. You can draw."

She flashed a grin at him. "Thanks. You're a good subject."

"Did you do that from memory?" Peter implored as they walked to lunch.

She carefully placed the parchment in a small, square bag with various art supplies shown on the side, "Yeah. It was either that, or your guys' backs in front of me. I think I'll do that next lesson."

"No way!" Lily said indignantly. "Next lesson, we're going to be on time!"

Alvie smirked at her from across the table as she sat down. "That's what you think."

"Can you draw me, Alvie?" James asked as he ladled tomato soup into his bowl.

"Probably. I'm bad at glasses though. What medium?"

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Medium," Alvie repeated. "Like, watercolor paint, acrylic, charcoal, quill and ink, pencil, calligraphy pen?"

"Quill and ink is fine," James said decidedly.

"You're an artist?" Remus questioned, interested.

"It would seem so."

"How long have you been doing that?" Sirius wondered.

Alvie shared a loaded look with Lily. "Since I was about nine," she answered cautiously.

"Why are you nerv-"the ever-tactful James began.

"G-d, will you look at that column!" She interrupted, shouting and gesturing wildly to the pillar behind the stag. "What fine architecture! What brilliant art! Who is the creator of such beauty?"

"The founders?" Peter answered slowly, after a moment's hesitation.

"Oh, yeah, who are those guys?" Alvie dropped her voice back to normal volume.

Remus cocked his head to the side. "You don't know who they are?"

She shook her head energetically. "Nope!" she said with a grin.

Lily was silent for a minute. Then she exploded. "Bloody hell, Al! You don't even know who the founders are?"

"Well, did you know who they were in your first year? Before coming to school?" Remus reasoned on Alvie's part.

"Yes!" she nodded animatedly.

"Acchem, nerd, chem chem." Alvie coughed pointedly as she stood up, the bell signaling the start of lessons.

"I may be a nerd, but I have a candy named after me. What do you have?" Lily shot back, coolly watching her friend struggle, and then fail, to come up with a retort.

"Nerds are a candy now?" James asked, raising one eyebrow skeptically.

"A muggle candy," Lily explained.

"They're multicolored and they give me a sugar rush!" Alvie exclaimed, about two inches in front of Sirius' nose. "C'mon, let's go!" He blinked, and Alvie took off with zeal, stumbling over her robes in her haste.

"She's heading off towards the dungeons," Remus said conversationally.

"Oh, she'll be back. Just you wait." Lily promised.

James wasn't so sure. "How do you know?" He asked.

"She doesn't know what we have next and, if she did, she wouldn't know how to get there," Lily pointed out.

Sure enough, Greene came tearing down the entrance hall, stopping so close that Lily had to go cross-eyed to look her in the eye.

"What do we have next?" Lily smiled a knowing smile. "What?" She just shook her head. "You knew!" Alvie accused. "You knew I would do that!"

"You're very predictable."

"Not true!" Alvie shrieked as they all walked out the front doors and down the stairs. "Would you expect me to do this?" She reached out and slapped Sirius across the face.

"Oi, woman!" Sirius shouted furiously, rubbing his jaw.

"Point taken," Lily mused, settling herself comfortably against a tree. Alvie threw herself down at her feet, pulling out a piece of parchment, a quill and an inkbottle.

"Now," she gestured to James, standing up in front of her, "You seem like you would have a nice smile. So smile."

James sat down on the grass, stretching his legs out beside her. In the meantime, Lily had taken out their transfiguration questions, Remus doing the same.

"I can't smile on command."

"Yes, you can," Sirius said disbelievingly.

"Not if you want it to look natural." James argued back.

"Smile. Go. Do it now," Alvie ordered

"Do something funny." She looked around for a moment, and then threw a twig at Lily, who was concentrated very hard on her homework. As intended, she jumped about a mile high. This caused the ink bottle balanced between her stomach and thigh to fly up in the air and empty itself all over Remus, who in turn whipped his arm up to cover his eyes, beaning Sirius in the head in the process.

James and Peter laughed at the sight of Remus, looking like a drenched cat, Lily, with black streaks all over her, and Sirius who was rubbing his ear furiously.

Alvie stared at James as he crowed, then bent down to her parchment and furiously began scratching at it with her quill.

"Oh," she said with her tongue between her teeth, "What class do we have now, anyway?"

Lily looked up briefly from her assignment. "Free period."

"Ah," Alvie nodded absently. 'I should have known. You're too good to skip."

After a few minutes and a Scourgified Remus, Alvie shot up from the ground, turning quickly to James.

"Now," she said brusquely, "Let's see those glasses."

He obediently took them off and handed them to her.

"Hm," she examined them closely, inspecting each aspect of the lenses. "I've seen enough!" she said airily, jamming the glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.

"Ow!" he yelped, "Merlin, Greene! You almost poked my eye out!"

"That was my intent, dear boy."

Sirius snorted as he looked over her shoulder. Or, tried to. Alvie elbowed him in the gut. "Hey, Black. No peeking."

"It's not even for me!" he protested.

Alvie focused back on the drawing. "You think I give a shit? No looking 'till it's done."

"Fine, you bloody American."

She grinned cheesily at him. "To know it is to love it!"

Sirius rolled his eyes, impatient to see her work. He didn't have long to wait, for about three minutes later, she finished the drawing with a flourish.

"There," she passed James the parchment. "Thoughts?"

Sirius grabbed the paper before James could respond. On it, he saw a picture of his best mate, eyes scrunched up behind the glasses, mouth open wide, and rocking back and forth, clearly laughing hysterically at some un-shown action.

"Nice, Greene."

"Shank you," she replied as James snagged the picture from under Sirius' elbow.

"Wow. You can almost hear me laughing."

"Fantastic.' Lily muttered dryly as she stood up and started heading into the castle at the sound of the bell.

"Aww! Is wittle Wiwy angrwy 'cause she got doirty?" Alvie crooned, catching up to her.

"Fuck off."

"Language, language, Evans! This is an institute of learning! Do you wish to poison young children's minds with such profanities? Shame! Shame! What do we have next?" She asked quickly jolting her head to look at Remus.

He pulled his schedule out of his bag. "Potions."

Lily started laughing while Alvie's face paled considerably. "Shit. I take that class?" She hissed.

"Look…at your own…schedule, you…nitwit!" Lily choked out.

Alvie quickly began fishing through her bag, fishing the parchment out from the bottom. "Here!" she said triumphantly. Her sudden mood swing was gone as soon as her eyes looked at her schedule.

"Noo!" She cried, dropping to her knees in the middle of the corridor. People stopped to stare at her. "Noooo!"

Lily had sobered up by then. "Get up," she said calmly. "You're making a scene."

Alvie picked herself up off the floor and grudgily trudged along behind her mate. "I'm doomed!"

"I'm guessing she's rubbish at Potions?" Remus said mildly as he glanced at the bemoaning girl behind him.

"Oh, absolutely horrible. She managed to set her own cauldron on fire once. She wrote me and said they forbade her to take potions."

"That's possible?" Sirius snorted

"Apparently," James said, as Sirius watched Lily literally pull Alvie into the Potions classroom.

"I don't want to be here!" She whined, petulantly.

"What makes you think I give a crap," Lily said snottily.

"When I cause this potion to explode, you will DIE, Lily Evans, DIE."

"Shit, she used her full name," Sirius whispered to Peter as the latter tried to stifle his giggles.

"The fact remains that I can't do anything about it."

Alvie turned her imploring gaze on James. "James! The love of your life is going to go up in flames! DO SOMETHING!"

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled apologetically. "I'm in Lily's boat."

"Of course you are," Peter mumbled under his breath.

Before she could ask anyone else for help, Slughorn entered the room cheerily, calling the class to attention at once.

"Alright, class!" he said jovially. "Today, we will start off with a simple swelling-reducing potion. You'll find it on page 76 of your books. Start now!"

Sirius looked at Alvie for a minute, who looked like she was appealing to some unknown deity, before turning around to see a sinisterly smiling James. That was never good.

"So…" he began.

"So, what?" Sirius tried to sound nonchalant as he reached around his friend for the gnarled roots he was supposed to be dicing.

"Any luck with Greene?" James whispered over Alvie's muttered curses; it looked like she cut her hand while chopping.

"None, yet," Sirius confided. Merlin, the bird had a decent body. He watched as she bent over to change the heat on her cauldron. That was enough to get his blood flowing downwards. Dumbledore was definitely on his side when he made those skimpy little skirts the uniform.

James followed his gaze and grinned appreciatively. "Going to get shagged before Christmas?" he murmured as he added seven tablespoons of raven blood to his simmering potion.

Sirius smirked as he grinded his dragonflies. "One could only hope."

"Pass me those potAYtoes, por favor," Alvie asked Sirius at the dinner table.

He obliged. "Only for you my lady,"

Lily and Alvie shared a glance colored with amusement. Then Lily spoke up.

"It is my lady! O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!"

"She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?" Alvie cut in. "Her eye discourses; I will answer it!"

"I am too bold, tis' not to me she speaks," Lily continued.

The two of them paused, and looked at the boys, who were simply enjoying their dinner and the performance.

"We could go on," Alvie began.

"But we won't," Lily settled herself down comfortably on the bench.

"Because we have better things to do," Alvie sprinkled salt on her potatoes.

"Like eat," Lily cut into her chicken.

The two actresses then shoved forkfuls of food into their mouths, then turned to the boys and grinned with their cheeks stuffed to near breaking point.

It was then that the Marauders lost it. Doubled over, the laughed till tears ran down their cheeks.

"Merlin, Greene," James said, wiping his eyes, "Thank you."

"Oh, whatever for?" Alvie batted her eyelashes.

"Evans never would have acted this way if you weren't here," Sirius smiled, "And frankly, I like the entertainment."

"Why, Dee!" Alvie admonished. "Have you had a relapse in your dreaded normal ways?"

Lily hung her head in mock-shame. "I'm sorry, Alvie," she sniffled, "It's just harder to be special when you don't have someone to act that way with you."

"Aww, its okay, Dee," Alvie swung an arm around her shoulder. "Now I'm here so we can be special together!"

Lily visibly perked up. "Yay!"

"So," Alvie turned to the boys. "If we act special, what do you do?"

Smirks it up their faces. "What makes you think we do anything?" Sirius said, oh-so innocently.

She snorted. "If you were boring, I wouldn't like you,"

"Oh, Alvie, you really like us?" James said breathily.

"Well, Dee certainly doesn't, and yet we're sitting here. So that means, by default, that I like you."

"We," Remus started.

"Connive," James continued.

"Plunder," Peter added

"Scheme," Sirius smiled mischievously.

"And make all the professors wish they had never taken up this teaching post," they said in unison.

Alvie studied them for a moment. "Knew there was some reason I liked you lot," she muttered, before turning back to her dinner. "Oh, Dee! Guess what?"

"You accidently set Dumbledore's beard on fire,"

"What?" Alvie asked confused. "No!"

Lily looked up at her from rooting in her bag, "Well, you said guess."

Alvie froze for a minute and then began to deliberately clap. "I applaud you. I got a letter from Zane this morning."

Lily beamed at her friend, "Really? That's great, Al!"

"Who is this lovely Zane you speak of?" James asked.

"My hot American boyfriend," Alvie explained happily.

"Named Zane?" Peters' eyebrows rose.

"Hm-hmm," she said, pulling a letter from her robes pocket to show Lily, the latter scanning it with interest.

Sirius crinkled his nose, "What is it with you Americans and your bloody weird names?"

Alvie drew herself up, affronted, "I personally love my name. It's not generic, like Sarah or Emily, and it's just cool. And, anyway, isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"

"Way to make another joke about my last name," Sirius said humorlessly.

Alvie looked puzzled for a moment before she finally laughed, "Oh, I didn't even consider the reference. I was just using a common saying. But, come on, Black. Sirius? You have no right."

Lily laughed out loud, and Alvie leaned over to comment on the part of the letter that made her giggle.

Sirius took this brief moment to fully process the information he had just been given. She was seeing someone? A "hot" someone? Great, fucking great, he thought bitterly. Now he wouldn't get into her pants, and he had a hunch that she would be good in bed. Damn. He could try to woo her anyway, but Sirius had a feeling that she wasn't the type to cheat.

From the look on James' face, he had come to the same conclusion. "Sorry, mate," he sympathized.

The dog shrugged. "S'okay," he replied cheerfully, "There are always other girls for Sirius Black."

Peter looked up from his chicken, "What happened?"

"Padfoot wanted to shag Greene," James explained.

"Ah, better luck next time," he sighed.

Sirius waggled his eyebrows, "Oh, I assure you, dear Peter, that I will indeed have better luck next time,"

He winked, then abruptly stood up and strode over to the Ravenclaw table.

James watched him go with a fond expression on his face. "He would," he said, shaking his head before cutting into his meat.

Later that night, in the common room, the boys were discussing something of the utmost importance while doing their homework.

"If we're having a party, we need at least three cases of liquor!" Sirius argued hotly.

"Padfoot," Remus said patiently, "YOU need three cases of liquor. The rest of us are fine with two. And since majority rules…" he trailed off meaningfully.

"There will be two cases at the party," James finished decidedly.

Suddenly, a hand appeared, forcing its way into their tightly-knit circle. "I heard party and liquor in the same sentence," Alvie's eyes were glittering madly. "When, where, and can I please come?"

"Halloween party, this exact common room, eight o'clock," James whispered. "You can only come if you plan on getting good and properly smashed,"

"Done and done, and just for you, I'll bring Dee along with me," she eyed James, smiling almost conspiratorially, then got up and sashayed away.

There was silence for a minute. Then—

"I really do like her."

"Of course you do, James."

In no time at all, the full moon was upon them, carefully constructed plans had been, well, constructed, and Remus was off to the hospital wing, to be escorted by Madame Luelle to the whomping willow.

After counting to sixty fifteen times over, the three remaining boys crept down the marble staircase and out the front doors, completely concealed by a very handy piece of cloth.

The three males were whittled down to two as one of them became a rat and raced out from under the cloak. The rodent pushed a knot on the tree with furiously whipping branches that suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The other two boys followed the rat through the hole, practically crawling on account of the low ceiling. Once caught in the small area with a werewolf snarling at their feet, the other boys transformed.

Before they knew it, the four troublemakers were in the Forbidden Forest.

Sirius greatly enjoyed the adrenaline rush he was getting for breaking so strict a rule. He rammed his shoulder harshly against Remus, keeping him from turning towards the castle.

Peter skirted ahead of them, flitting underneath the underbrush. James and Sirius were on either side of the wolf, guiding him in the rat's path. Suddenly, at the base of a very tall tree, Remus sat stopped, raised his hackles, and snarled up at the great oak. Sirius looked at the reason for Remus' snarls, and nearly threw up when he saw what it was.

Shit.

There was Greene, sitting in a tree branch about twenty feet high, parchment on her lap, quill in her hand, gazing thoughtfully at the full moon.

The panic in Sirius' eyes was rivaled only by James'; Peter was busy dancing around Remus' paws, trying to get the wolf's attention off the girl. One though fought through the haze that clouded Sirius' mind, they were dead if she got hurt. Remus' and Dumbledore would rip out their throats.

At that moment, Alvie glanced down at the scene below her. She gave a strangled cry, then, in the same second, began to make furious strokes with her quill.

Sirius' eyes met James' for one short moment, and then the stag sprang into action. He cantered around the wolf, who was still growling at the tree, and thrust his antlers into him, forcing Remus' to move away from the tree. The girl was somewhat oblivious, still scratching away above the chaos.

The dog bounded behind Remus, helping James push the werewolf further into the forest. When Sirius looked over his shoulder, Greene was still drawing.

Hello! Long time, no read, eh?

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