It was Christmas morning, and the Marauders were in their bathrobes gathered around the Common Room Christmas tree, enjoying the serenity.
"Well, let's recap: We added onto the map's details, discovered an ancient deity, killed it, and got each and every one of our Christmas wishes all in less than 2 hours. Pretty fine way to spend the holidays." James mused.
"True. I got to kill a monster, Remus got to use his furry little problem for good for once, Peter got to spend more time with us, and you Prongs, got to snog Evans." Sirius replied.
"Oh yeah, what WAS the kiss like? Huh, huh? Tell us." Peter butted in.
"Shut it, Wormtail."
"Was there tongue?" Remus chipped in.
"MOONY!" At that point, the doors burst open and McGonagall came inside.
"You four, come with me. Now!" The Marauders all hopped up and followed McGonagall downstairs. Before they arrived at the Great Hall, McGonagall stopped and pointed at the hole in the wall that James had blasted open. "Do any of you have an explanation for this?"
James walked to the wall, and looked around, surveying the damage. "Looks like amateur redecorating if you ask me."
"… Never mind then. Just go eat your breakfasts before I lose it." And McGonagall opened up the doors to the Great Hall to see the few students who had stayed behind playing and running around in three inches of snow. A few Gryffindors and Ravenclaws were in a snowball fight with a few Slytherins, a group of Hufflepuffs were building a snowman, and the rest were simply frolicking or making snow-angels. McGonagall turned back to the Marauders.
"… Anything to say? … At all?" She huffed at them.
"Thanks for the snow, professor." James cheered.
"Such a nice gesture to the other students." Remus chimed in.
"You are truly a caring woman." Sirius replied.
"Keep up the good work." Peter added. And with that, they all started running in and dove right into the snowball fight with the others, leaving McGonagall frozen in confusion, until she decided to just walk back to her office.
(Happy Holidays, everybody!)