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Moments with the Marauders

Escape- Break free from confinement or control.

Sirius Black was looking over the Marauders Map, trying to figure out where the rest of the Marauders were so that they could finish planning the end of term prank. What he didn't notice was a certain Professor coming his way.

"Black!" McGonagall barked. "What are you doing?"

"Professor!" He hid the map behind his back. "What a lovely surprise."

"I'm sure. What is it that you're hiding there, Black?" McGonagall asked sternly.

"What, this? Just an old piece of parchment my dear Professor." Sirius brought the map out with a big, sweeping gesture.

"Then you won't mind if I confiscate it." McGonagall snatched the parchment out of his hands, and brought out her wand.

"You don't want to do that Prof-"

"Reveal your secrets." She commanded, sweeping her wand across the parchment. Curling letters stretched across the parchment, and McGonagall read what was written aloud.

"Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor McGonagall and would like to add that her article in Transfiguration Today was rather excellent.
Mr Prongs agrees with Mr Moony and would like to add that she looks quite dashing in her emerald robes (which are, by chance, the same colour as a certain Miss Evans' eyes).
Mr Padfoot would like to say that Professor McGonagall is in denial about her very secretive relationship with Professor Dumbledore, and would appreciate it if she refrained from giving out too many detentions to a certain Mr Black.
Mr Wormtail agrees with all that was said, and would like to bid Professor McGonagall good day."

McGonagall looked up. "This is very good charm work, Mr Black. It would be a shame to confiscate it. Off you go, I didn't see anything." McGonagall handed Sirius the map, and swept past, leaving Sirius in a shocked stupor. He then woke up, and shoved the piece of parchment into his pocket.

"Black! I've got you now! What is that? A dungbomb?"

This just isn't my day, is it? Sirius thought to himself.

Argus Filch came sprinting down the corridor towards him with Mrs Norris following close behind, and then grabbed Sirius' arm.

"I'm innocent!"

"As if you and your filthy brood could ever be innocent! Where are your friends, huh? What were you doing out at this time of the day?" Filch demanded, and he started to drag Sirius away.

"Oh no you don't, you flea ridden idiot!" Came James Potter's voice from next to the pair. He aimed a dungbomb at Filch's head, and when Filch started screeching and jumping about, he let go of Sirius.

"RUN MATE, RUN!" James shouted to his fellow Marauder.

"Thanks mate." Sirius clapped James on the back once they were a safe distance away. "I wouldn't have been able to escape from Filch's clutches without you."

"Aww, mate, sure you could've!"

"You're right, I could've, I was just letting you feel significant." Sirius laughed, and James shoved him to the side.

"I'm beginning to regret rescuing you."

"Aww, mate, I knew you loved me!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever…"