In an advance to this chapter I should mention that I've completely lost all of the planning I had done for this book :))))))) I'm trying to piece it all back together but there may be some contingency errors from here on in-thank you for your continued patience! 

All reaching the classroom at similar times, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter felt a feeling of belonging that was out of place here, it was as though they might have just switched a reality from Hogwarts to Muggle school, maybe everything could be okay. 

They were all silently relieved that there was no one in this class that any of them could put a name to, other than B, who had smiled politely at James but was too cautious of her own safety to be seen interacting with them. 

James and Sirius shared a mischievous glance related only to trouble making, premature woes of the day gratefully forgotten. Peter bounced excitedly from foot to foot, unable to contain his enthusiasm to relive the joy of causing havoc. Even Remus couldn't hide the glint in his eye or suppress the smirk rising on his face when he thought about the bags full of paper aeroplanes that the four of them were harbouring. 

Once inside the classroom Sirius and Remus sat at a table on one side of the room while James and Peter sat exactly opposite, three tables separating the pairs. From the back of the class it was difficult to even understand what the teacher was saying, let alone care 'what makes the perfect personal statement'. 

James had thrown the first perfectly timed aeroplane, earning an excited squeak from Peter. The plane had landed atop Remus' notebook, meaning he could sweep it subtly into his bag just as the teacher looked up. The next was thrown by Sirius, just as well timed, though the execution was worse-peter had to stick his leg out unceremoniously to retrieve it for underneath the seat of a girl sat in front of him. 

The four boys managed almost 15 minutes of aviation and stifled laughter before Sirius sent a misdirected aeroplane into the back of the head of a girl with permed ginger hair sitting two rows in front of them. James and Remus both summoned their best poker faces and looked innocently at the teacher, as if nothing had happened at all. Peter and Sirius had tried their best, but had to cover their mouths to muffle their hysterics. 

The girl looked about and saw the ground quietly littered with the crumpled remains of poor designs, she smiled suspiciously and slyly, her eyes shifting between the two back-most tables. Slowly she picked up the plane that had just fallen from her hair and threw it quickly at a boy a few tables over. 

Within a matter of seconds, complete chaos, just how they liked it. 

Remus and Sirius had barricaded themselves under the table, throwing carefully considered shots at easy targets. James and a few others in the class had taken to standing on chairs and tables to get the best shots. Everyone had given up on making aeroplanes and were throwing balled up paper, ripped from their textbooks, like snowballs. Peter and B had taken refuge behind a cabinet, only joining the fight when a ball would land next to them, but the most powerful in supplying ammunition to those at the back of the class room. The teacher, whatever his name was, was furious. Shouting empty threats of detention, suspension, expulsion into the madness. 

Soon enough, the teacher left the class room and returned with the headteacher in tow. The whole class silenced and returned to stand behind their seats when her presence was noted. James hoped down from the table, still laughing, last of all, not understanding the severity of the situation. 

She was a stern looking woman, her face angular and lined, the mousy hair falling flat against her head was almost helmet-like. 

"Mr Wilson has just informed me that a group of upperclassmen are behaving like animals. I dared not to believe it, henceforth, I am a fool. Who is responsible for this?" She spoke with a cool and collected tone, it was terrifying. "No one? Well, I daresay Gwendolyn Winter has something to do with this." She directed at the curly-haired girl. 

"No Miss! Nothing to do with me!" Gwendolyn replied, somehow innocently and sarcastically at the same time. 

"Gwendolyn, there is paper in your hair." The headteacher replied. 

"Well I didn't put it in there, did I?" This earned a ripple of laughter throughout the class which was quickly snuffed out by a venomous look from the headteacher. 

"Enough of that, thank you. If it wasn't you, who began this?" 

The Marauders all tensed, ready to find out if they had a friend in Gwendolyn. 

"Don't know, Miss." She answered and four sighs of relief almost disturbed the paper in front of the four boys. 

"Very well. All of you, clean this up, now. And I will see you all on Thursday for an hours detention after school."

As she left the room, a low hum of chatter and rustling paper began as the class set about cleaning. 

"Thursday, great." Remus groaned. 

"We'll just skip, go straight home." James said, as if it was the obvious choice. 

"And face having to do it on Friday? Fat chance." Remus scoffed.    

The harsh reality of the full moon looming could hardly sour the mood for too long when the four boys assessed the extent of their mischief. Though the whole class had pitched in to clean up the mess, the still up-turned tables and tiny pieces of ripped paper spread like confetti would leave a reminder of the hour even as the next class entered the room. 

Mr Wilson reminded the class that they were all to report to detention and start writing whatever their homework assignment had been, then the class was free to filter out. Remus noticed Gwendolyn look back at the boys as she walked past them, the same suspicious look in her eye as there had been not so long ago. 

"Sirius, we've got a study session now. What do you think that means?" Peter asked as he pulled out his timetable, already battered and barely readable for how often he quickly retrieved it in a moment of stress. 

"Sounds like a whole lot of nothing to me." Sirius replied, still reeling from the endorphins of troublemaking. 

"It means you've got to sit in the common room and study." Remus interjected, pretty certain that he was the only one who had thought to ask a teacher to explain their timetables. 

"Study what? I haven't learned anything?" Sirius was perturbed at the idea of his apparently free hour being interrupted by learning. 

"Why don't you try some of the maths we were doing yesterday?" Remus suggested. Sirius made a face at him before laughing as they rounded the corner back to the atrium, hopeful that the common room would be well sign posted. 

James and Remus continued down the corridor towards their physics lesson.