A woman wearing a black t-shirt with a yellow smiley face emblazoned in the middle, and blue jeans was sitting on the edge of her desk as the new third years hesitantly entered the classroom. Her brown hair was messily parted in the middle and tied up in high pigtails and she regarded the startled-looking students with a huge smile. "Welcome to Muggle Studies. My name is Ms. Henley, and I will be your teacher for this term."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"Glad to know I didn't get stuck with the quiet ones…" she chuckled nervously.

The silence stretched on.

"Well stop the gawking and come in! Sit anywhere you like, there won't be a seating plan until next week."

The desks weren't the square desks you'd normally find in a classroom. These desks were circular and large, only four in the room. A bunch of chairs were tucked in neatly under. The students all ran to find a place, none of them wishing to get stuck in the front.

James pulled up a chair for himself as the Marauders settled themselves around a desk by the back of the classroom. Remus was the only one not present. He'd told them yesterday that there was absolutely no bloody way he would be roped into the class, claiming he knew enough about Muggles since his mum was one. This insinuated a brief scuffle between the boys, until Flitwick broke it up, but not before getting thrown in the pile.

Ms. Henley hopped off her desk and clapped her hands three times. "Now, today we are going to be doing a little diagnostic –"

"We're not sick!" said one boy.

"I want my money back!" A ripple of agreement followed the proclamation and they nodded their heads.

"Settle down, children!" Ms. Henley called over the noise, smacking her metre stick against the chalk board, and emitting a puff of dust as a result. She cleared her throat and continued, "First of all, this class is free. And second of all, diagnostic, in this situation, means a test, for me to see how much you know about this subject."

A Ravenclaw burst into tears. "But I didn't study!"

"This class is going to be great, I just know it!" said James, ruffling his hair. They watched Ms. Henley comfort the sobbing Ravenclaw, offering her some tissues. "She seems like a pushover. I reckon it wouldn't be too hard to get marks."

Ms. Henley looked down at her attendance sheet as she made her way to the front. "Mr. Potter, is it? Yes, please move yourself towards the front. You'll be sitting right here," she patted an empty table two inches by her own. "I just know we're going to get along wonderfully."

James quietly suggested where Sirius and Peter could get off as they laughed helplessly, and he reluctantly picked up his bag, sitting down at the isolated table.

"Okay, so at your table you'll see a stack of papers with pictures printed on them, yes, those ones, Mr. Greene. You'll also see a bin with sticks of coloured wax." She picked up a blue one from James' basket. "Muggle children around the world use these to colour their pictures. These are called crayons. Now, there are plenty of sheets on your table so if you can just pick one you would like to colour in, that would be fantastic. After you are finished, on the bottom of the page write what you think the picture is and then hand them in to me." She tossed the blue crayon back into the bin and brushed her hands off. "You may begin."

James flicked through the pages in his stack and finally decided on a large cylinder thing, with wings on its side in the air surrounded by clouds. This kind of looks like flying in Quidditch, James thought happily, and he began to fill it in with a red crayon. A commotion sounded a few moments later.

"Give it back! I told you I wanted to pick that one!"

"Gerroff me!" the picture of the smiling snake two Slytherins were squabbling over ripped and Ms. Henley rushed over to break up the fight.

James felt his neck prickle as voice near his ear said, "That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen."

He didn't even bother to turn around on Sirius and continued to colour the windows of his picture yellow. "What, you don't own a mirror or something?"

Peter laughed and he and James high-fived. Sirius pulled up a chair next to them and brandished his picture. "I don't like to boast, but, oh who am I kidding. My colouring is the best one here." Sirius's picture was of a motorcycle on a patch of grass in the park.

"Why are those Muggles crying?"

"Because I told them they couldn't touch my bike."

James grinned, "Nice!" he glanced at Peter's picture, then tried to keep his face straight. Peter had coloured out of the lines of a water gun, making it look like the toy was exploding. No help can be done there.. he thought, returning to his work. A few minutes later, he finished.

"What do you think it is?" asked Peter, turning his head to the side.

James squinted. "I dunno, maybe a, what do ya call it – those wheel box thingies Muggles use on the road."

"A car?"

"Yes! But, they don't fly do they?"

"Maybe it's a special car? A Sky-Car?"

"That sounds kind of Muggle-ish. Thanks!" James hurriedly scribbled it down on the bottom of the page, then rested his back on his seat and sighed in contentment. I'll show Remus. I'll show him I know more about Muggles than he thinks!

A/N: THIS ENDING SEEMS SO ABRUPT! MUST CONTINUE WITH SEQUEL! Thanks to Hpdwlotr24, HoangMai, shadowkat678, and Remus' daughter for reviewing! Who else wants to hear about the Marauders discovering Muggle things?

Peter: Me! Oh me!

-Sirius pitches his voice higher-

Sirius: Me! Oh me!

Peter: Oh, pick on me, why don't you.

-James changes his voice-

James: Oh, pick on me, why don't you.

Remus: Alright. You're stupid, you have four eyes, your hair is messy, you can't spell abysmal...