Swimming in the ... Corridors?

Three boys were grinning like fools as they sat down on the sturdy chairs belonging to the Headmaster. One sandy haired, slightly scarred boy perched on his chair, trying to fight back the smile that was erupting on his face. They all were mysteriously wet from head to toe. Minerva McGonagall, in her shiny emerald robes, frowned greatly as she stood next to the Headmaster who was also trying to fight back a smile.

"I suppose you boys know why you were called down, yes?" Albus Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.

Sirius Black looked back at his friends as if to say 'I got this one.' "Er, actually, sir, we don't."

"Don't give us that, Mr. Black! Tell us the truth or we'll be contacting your parents!" Minerva uncharacteristically screeched, a strand of black hair coming out of its bun.

"Okay, I guess the jig is up, guys." James Potter said, trying to look sad. "I think we should start at the beginning…"

It was a dark and stormy night –

"Potter," Professor McGonagall growled. James held up his hands and continued.

After a particularly nasty Transfiguration exam, the Marauders decided to cool off the beech tree they dubbed 'theirs'. Remus Lupin quickly took out a book before they sat down and promptly stuck his nose in it, changing a page every two seconds.

James Potter put his hands behind his head as he leaned against the tree. "Yess! One exam down, five hundred to go! Then the next thing you know, it's summer!"

"Then third year," Peter Pettigrew added.

"Then more exams…" Sirius moaned face planting on the cool ground. "Please stop talking about school! Can we talk about something else?"

"How about how hot it is?" James said, pulling off his robes. "What the heck is this? I swear, when we were doing that exam they put on the heater … there is no way this is natural!"

Sirius' head popped up. "Hey, remember that charm we learned? The one with the – "

"Of course! That's ingenious," Remus exclaimed. The Marauders have hung out with each other so much that they already knew what the other was thinking.

"We don't have anything else to do, anyway..." Peter provided, smiling.

"So does that mean?"

"Oh yeah…."

Lily Evans excitedly skipped out of Professor McGonagall's office, grinning profusely. She just had an extra long chat with the head of Gryffindor and Lily was confident enough to say that she passed Transfiguration at the top of her class.

She walked down the moving staircase, making extra sure she didn't step on the stair that acted like quick sand and teetered towards the Great Hall. Lily knew that the Great Hall was the coolest place, by far. She hated this weather, it seemed so … unnatural.

"Ahh!" Lily exclaimed regaining her balance as she almost slipped. Looking down, Lily's emerald eyes widened. The floor was wet, and steadily raising up with water. Twisting her head around, she saw the Marauders muttering as they pointed to the floor with their wands.

Suddenly, the water level increased so quickly, that it came up to her stomach. Gritting her teeth, she wadded towards the boys who were having a blast splashing each other in nothing but their bathing suits.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like we're doing, Evans?" James replied, lazily swimming around the redhead. "We made a pool!"

"This is not allowed!" She exclaimed, hands on her hips. "Some people may not know how to swim! Stop this at once!"

"Make me…" He dared, practically putting his life in his hands as he turned his back to her.

"Why I ought to – " Lily readied herself to tackling Potter. She knew this wasn't ladylike at all, but she couldn't help it! He was such a prat! Right before she attempted to claw his eyes out, a voice stopped her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Miss. Evans." Professor McGonagall seethed, glancing down at her precious floor that was ruined. "Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew, follow me." She waved her wand and the water evaporated, leaving the floor sparkly clean.

"Huh?" Sirius feigned surprise, as he picked himself off the floor. 'What'd we do?"

"Yeah, we're innocent! Innocent, I say!" James exclaimed, trying to look angelic.

Professor McGonagall's lips thinned. "Follow. Me. Now," She said, as if she was afraid she'd explode if she said another word.

"And then we came upstairs and we chose our seats and then you told us to confess and then Sirius said – "

"Potter," The head of Gryffindor scowled. "If I hear another word – "

Dumbledore coughed. "No, no, Minerva. I think what these boys did was smart. I mean, combining all their power just to make a swimming pool is ingenious."

The boys slapped high-fives, hooting excitedly as Professor McGonagall looked as though she'd been slapped.

Dumbledore held up a nimble finger. "But, Miss. Evans was right – someone might've not known how to swim. So that is why I am deducting ten points from Gryffindor."

"Only ten, Albus? Surely you can deduct some more?"

"I think they've learned their lesson …. Right boys?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore…" They crooned, grinning secretly.

"Oh and please clear your schedule for this week and the next … you'll be serving detention in Professor McGonagall's room. Have a wonderful summer!" He walked out, his robes swishing around the corner as he descended the stairs.

"Now, boys, before we begin …" The Transfiguration teacher began, taking a tin case out of her robes pocket. "Take a Biscuit."

They gulped.

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