A part two to the last chapter. I hope to have more ideas up soon, if I can get one damned piece of inspiration, but somehow I don't think I'm that lucky.
-A.H.
"I think the professors are getting a bit suspicious." Sirius muttered. "Especially McGonnagall."
"You don't say." Remus said dryly.
"We need to change it somehow."
"Actually here's a better plan. Why don't you actually do your homework for once?"
"Nah mate. That's work. And it would take more effort."
Remus sighed. "The teachers set homework for a reason you know."
"Yeah, torture."
James snorted. "True. So we need to come up with something. And here's what I propose…"
…
Remus flicked to the next page in his book. He refused to have any part in the ridiculous plan they were doing. Which would ultimately go wrong. Because this was professor McGonnagall. She would be impossible to trick.
Sirius and Peter were lounging on the wall next to him, but James was nowhere in sight. "This is ridiculous." He muttered to them.
"It'll work." Sirius muttered, although there was disbelief clear in his eyes. "There's no reason for this not to work." He saw McGonnagall come to the door of the classroom and raised his voice above a whisper. "So, was this the only homework due in?" He asked loudly to Peter, holding out a piece of paper transfigured to look like there was Sirius' scrawl on it.
"Yes." Peter replied, before a stag ran up the stairs and grabbed the piece of paper from Sirius' hand, who somehow was managing to keep a straight face.
"My homework!" He said. "A deer-" There was a cough from the stag who was glaring at him. "Sorry, a stag is eating my homework!"
Remus groaned inside at the complete stupidity of this.
"Really?" Asked McGonnagall sharply, eyes narrowed as she took in the scene.
"Can't you see it for yourself?" Everyone looked at the stag who was running down the stairs.
"I must say, this is getting ridiculous, even for you lot."
"What are you talking about?" James asked innocently, having slipped up in the commotion.
"A deer. In Hogwarts. Really?"
"It was a stag!" James protested.
"Alright then, a stag." Professor McGonnagall said, her demeanour stating clearly that she was unimpressed, while a twinkle in her eye revealed that she thought something completely different.
