"Let me get this straight," James Potter said. The Marauders—all four of them, this time—were gathered in their dormitory, where they told him what had happened. James had been hearing rumors while in the Hospital Wing and even more once he was discharged but, as was usual for Hogwarts, the rumors never came close to the actual truth. They had cast spells around the place so they would not be overheard, a standard practice of theirs by this point. "You essentially blew a giant raspberry at the Slytherins?"
Sirius grinned. "High-Five! I'm glad you grasped the subtly of my brilliant plan!"
"Oh yes, it was very subtle," Remus said dryly.
Peter said, "I heard raspberry jam is Dumbledore's favorite. Maybe he'll appreciate the joke better this way!"
"That's a bonus!" Sirius said. "The main point, of course, was to show those Slytherins what we think of them! And I made sure to watch Snivellus! He should be thanking us: the jam in his hair was an improvement!"
James groaned and dropped onto his bed. "Scores of students getting doused with raspberry jam! Oh, I wish I could have been there to see it!"
"Sorry, Prongs, mate, but it couldn't be helped. I guess this means you'll just have to pull something yourself, to make up for lost time!"
"Now, now, guys," Remus said quickly. "We avenged Prongs. That's the end of it. Let's let things calm down a little."
"But Prongs still needs to avenge himself, right?" Sirius said at once.
"And 'calm down' at Hogwarts? Really, Remus, we'll die of old age before that happens," Peter quipped, grinning.
James sat up excitedly. This made him wince, for his body still ached from his injuries. "Wormtail, you're a genius! Padfoot, where's that potions book? I have a brilliant idea!"
"Oh, here we go again," Remus groaned, but he grinned too, in spite of himself.