James spat his coffee all over his best mate's breakfast. "He's finally flipped Padfoot. We've finally pushed him too far. Bloody Hell, He must have dragged McGonagall down with him. What was he thinking? What were they thinking?"
"What the hell Prongs?" Sirius ripped the letter from James's hand. "No way! This is someone having a joke. Playin' a prank on you Prongsie."
"I don't think so Padfoot old friend," James muttered. Without another word he passed an object over to his friend, grabbed his broom and went flying.
"James Potter. Head Boy. Bloody Hell, I didn't see that coming!"
