"School's boring when you don't have detentions."

"Nothing that you just said made sense."

"Yeah." Peter agreed. "Just the thought of detention's are scary."

James shook his head. "Imma have to agree with Padfoot on this."

"Well there's a surprise." Remus rolled his eyes and looked back at his History Of Magic essay. "How many damn goblin wars were there?"

"Too many for me to be bothered with." Sirius decided, throwing his quill down.

"Are you actively trying to get a detention?"

"No, I'm trying to get into Slytherin." Sirius' voice was, for once, completely monotone. "What do you think, Moony?"

Remus rolled his eyes and looked back at his essay. He scratched out a sentence or two before sighing and giving up. "Know what, you're right. Now, onto the topic of pranking."

"We won't prank you, Moony, you're one of-"

"I want in." Remus cut across James. "Wormtail's allowed in and since I'm 'part of the group', I think I should be allowed in too."

"Sure." Sirius said. "You've always been allowed in. Hasn't he, guys?"

"I guess?"

"Uh, yeah?" Peter and James said at the same time.

"See, Moony. You've always been one of us. Now, I assume you brought the pranking thing up cause you've got a plan?"

"As if you read my mind." Remus grabbed a fresh sheet of parchment and drew four little x's. "This," he pointed at the x's, "is us. Halloween's coming up, isn't it?"

"Yeah, in like three weeks."

"Exactly. We've got so little time. So hear me out. We use Prongs' cloak and someone hides out by the portrait. Whenever someone walks by, they recite a little poem I thought up."

"And this poem is?"

"The Witching hour's upon us. The moon is full and round. It's the perfect time for children eating creatures to stalk the grounds."

"That's a shitty poem, Moony." Remus glared at Sirius.

"I suppose you have a better idea?"

"Yeah. We dump pumpkins on the Slytherins."

"I'm bored of pranking just the Slytherins." James raised his hand. "All in favour of Moony's plan say 'I'."

"I."

"I."

"I." James finished. He turned his head to look at Sirius, draping his arm that was in the air over the back of the couch he was lying on. "Sorry Padfoot. You're out-voted." Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

Peter let out a fake cough that sounded a lot 'sore loser'.

"Know what, the portrait's not gonna work." Remus crossed out a couple of notes he'd written. "I think the Great Hall would work better. So, who wants to hide under the cloak and say my 'shitty poem'?"

"Well, who can put on the scariest voice?" James asked, rolling off the couch and sitting next to Remus. Sirius sighed and raised his hand to shoulder-level.

"I've got a little brother. Of course I'm going to scare him. I'm good at scary voices."

"Okay, you can hide under Prongs' cloak."

"What about me?" Peter asked in a small voice. James and Sirius looked over at Peter as Remus searched his plan for anywhere where Peter might fit.

"Sorry Wormtail." He said after a burst of silence broken only by the crackle of the fire. "There's nowhere for you in this plan. I'm sorry."

Peter shook his head. "It's fine. I'm used to it."

Peter angst. Wonderful. I'm the Lord of Angst, I can do whatever I want.
Bye,
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