"What is the meaning of this?"

James saw Sirius' eyes widen and turned around slowly. It was Professor McGonagall.

"Um, well, you see Professor... uh." Peter attempted to tell McGonagall what happened but words failed.

"We thought that a little Halloween prank would be fun." James said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Didn't hurt anyone, Professor."

"Quirinus Quirrell fainted during your little 'prank' so I would say that, yes, you did indeed hurt someone. Now, who is responsible?" All three Marauders raised their hands. McGonagall sighed through her nose. "Which one of you planned this little escapade?"

The three boys all shot a look at each other before nodding. "Remus, Professor." They said at the same time.

"Remus Lupin?" They nodded. "Do not play with me, boys, Remus Lupin is a good student, he would never-"

"We have our plans, Professor. In his handwriting." Peter dug around in his robe pockets and handed McGonagall the piece of parchment that Remus had planned on. He let McGonagall read it for a few seconds before taking it back.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. Each." McGonagall snapped. "And when Mr Lupin gets back, I will ask him and punish him accordingly, if needed. One weeks detention, each of you. Back to your dorms, now."

"Yes Professor." Sirius said, flashing McGonagall a grin and handing James back his cloak.

"Wait." The Marauders stopped. "Give me that. Now." James sighed and sullenly handed over his invisibility cloak. "An Invisibility Cloak, eh? I shall be confiscating this until further notice. Ten more points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter. Back to your dorms. All of you."

"We've got to get that cloak back, Prongs."

James spat into the sink and rinsed his toothbrush and mouth. "Yeah but how."

"No clue. Wormtail?" Sirius asked hopefully, looking at the ceiling and buttoning up his pyjama top.

"I got nothing, sorry." Peter said, carefully hanging his tie on the corner of his bedside table. "Can I turn around now?"

"Yep. Can I?"

"Yeah." Peter jumped onto his bed and snuggled beneath the blankets. Sirius sat cross-legged in the middle of his bed, look at the bathroom where James was now trying to fix his unruly hair, much like a dog. "Moony's really our main planner, isn't he?"

"We can ask him in detention tomorrow. Bathroom's free, Padfoot." James sighed and spun around in the middle of the dorm room and fell onto his bed.

"Ey, seaken o' Mooy." Sirius said, his mouth full of toothpaste and toothbrush.

"Huh? I'm sorry, I don't speak Toothbrush." Sirius snickered and spat out his toothpaste.

"I said, hey speaking of Moony, he goes on these monthly excursions, doesn't he?"

"Yeah?"

"He's got to know most of the castle, then. We can just ask him where they would keep the confiscated things and then we can think of a way to get it back."

"That'd take too long." Peter said.

"Yeah and I need my cloak back in time for November."

"November's tomorrow, Prongs."

"Exactly. We need to start planning now and we can't not have the cloak."

"Calm down, Prongs." Sirius said, running the tap. "We'll get the cloak back soon. Right now," he shook his head to get rid of excess water, "we need to go to sleep."

"Yeah, we'll ask Moony tomorrow, okay?"

James sighed and nodded. Sirius smiled and grabbed his wand.

"Nox."

Hi. Um... what's a random HP fact that lives in your head rent free? Mine's probably that Sirius and Remus were written so gay that the director and the actors playing them in the films thought they were actually gay and in a relationship.
Bye,
Blaize