Messrs Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Treacle would like to inform everyone that they exist.
Mr Prongs wonders why it was necessary to tell the readers this.
Mr Padfoot replies that it is because they have not updated for ages.
Mr Moony requests Mr Treacle to stop eating all the sugar quills.
Mr Treacle wonders why it is necessary to have a conversation on paper and not out loud.
Mr Padfoot tells Mr Treacle that it is the cool way of doing stuff.
Mr Prongs agrees and would like to announce that the Marauders are the epitome of cool.
Mr Moony wonders where Mr Prongs learnt a word such a 'epitome'.
Mr Treacle has seen Mr Prongs reading the dictionary each night before bed.
Mr Padfoot thinks that it is to impress Miss Evans.
Mr Prongs denies it.
Mr Moony informs Mr Prongs that learning complicated words for Miss Evans will not endear him to her.
Mr Treacle tells Mr Prongs that Miss Evans likes poetry. He borrowed her poetry book.
Mr Padfoot wonders whether by 'borrowed' Mr Treacle means 'stole'.
Mr Prongs hopes Mr Treacle did not steal something from the lovely Miss Evans.
Mr Moony would like to hear a poem.
Mr Treacle says this poem is called 'The Cat'.
I heard him that night,
I did.
Outside my bedroom window,
He hid.
And listened to the sounds outside
That were rushing through my head.
I promise I heard him,
From my bed.
His soft, padding paws I heard,
Padding outside my bedroom window,
His mouth purred, the noise so soft…
Please, I heard it.
Mr Padfoot dislikes this poem. It's about a cat.
Mr Prongs wonders whether he should write poems to Miss Evans.
Mr Moony advises him against it.
Mr Treacle is not sure he agrees with Mr Moony. He is sure the end product would be amusing.
Mr Padfoot announces that the end product would be painful, and Mr Prongs should not write poetry.
Mr Prongs decides to listen to Mr Moony's judgement.
Mr Moony feels gratified.
Mr Treacle would like to give an important announcement. This is now a never-ending fic!
Mr Padfoot wonders whether they should be doing a victory dance or something along those lines.
Mr Prongs wishes that Mr Padfoot would stop doing the Macarena. It is disturbing.
Mr Moony grudgingly announces that for once he agrees with Mr Prongs.
Mr Treacle still resents that name.
Messrs Moony, Padfoot and Prongs still don't care.
Please review!
In case anyone was wondering, I wrote that poem ages ago. And by ages I mean years. But please tell me what you thought of it, anyway.