Sirius sighed. "Detention's so boring. This is House Elf work." He looked at the cup in his hand, smeared with polish.

"You were singing a different song a couple of days ago." Remus said, scratching at what looked to be a new scar underneath his eye.

"Moony! What the Hell happened to you?" Remus winced and covered.

"I know you lot aren't probably yelling but could you lower your voices."

"Sorry." Peter whispered.

"Thanks Wormtail. And it's not your fault."

"What happened to you, Moony?"

Remus winced and shrugged, scratching the scar under his eye. Sirius shuffled over to him and grabbed his hand.

"None of us want you to bleed, Moony. Stop scratching." Remus stared into Sirius' grey eyes before looking down, pulling his hand away and blushing slightly.

"Sorry."

"No problem, Moony." James said, completely oblivious to what had just happened. "Now grab a trophy and polish and help up with this, as Padfoot calls it, House Elf work."

Remus grabbed a plaque and started shining the Quidditch players' names.

"Whatcha got?"

"Um, Hogwarts Quidditch Winners, 1957. Why?"

James shrugged. "Gotta make this interesting somehow. So we were thinking that we could compare trophies-"

"And see which one would be the most likely to get stolen." Peter said, making Remus wince. "Oh, sorry Moony."

"It's fine."

"No, Wormtail, that's not it. It's which one is the first trophey in Hogwarts' history is."

"Nah, I'm with Wormy on this." Sirius said.

"Not a fan of that nickname."

"Sorry Wormtail. But I'm still with you on this. If you wanna know what trophy is the first, just ask Binns. He's been around for, what, 300 years or something? He'll know."

"How'd the prank go?"

"So well!"

"It went amazing!"

"Someone fainted."

"Wait, wait, wait, someone fainted? As in, passed out?" The Marauders nodded. "Blacked out? Became unconscious?"

"Yeah. What part of this aren't you getting, Moony?"

"Oh Merlin. Oh no, no, no, no, no-"

"Moony, chill. He's fine. He was a wimp anyway."

"Not helping, James."

"Sorry." James sighed. "Moony? You okay?"

"I'm fine." Remus snapped. He went back to polishing the plaque. "What else happened?"

"Well, Padfoot took out all the lights and then he said the little poem-"

"It nearly scared me." Peter added.

"Yeah, and then I ran. Prongs and Wormtail ran after me. Then we got caught."

"Well, I'm glad you snitched on me. I'd've felt a lot guiltier if you hadn't." Remus put the plaque back in the cabinet and grabbed another.

"We promised."

"And Marauders never break promises." James said, grinning. "I'm thinking of trying out for the Quidditch team, what d'you guys think?"

"We haven't even had our first flying lesson yet."

"We have." James said, pointing at himself and Peter. "You weren't here today."

Remus sighed. "Even if you've been flying already, we're only in First Year. There's not been a First Year Quidditch player in nearly a century."

"I'm going to change that." James said confidently, shining a cup and grinning at his reflection. "Just you wait."

"It's unlikely, is all I'm saying." Remus said, running his polish-covered rag along the handle of a cup.

"How do you do that so quickly?"

Remus looked up. "Uh, what?"

"The polishing thing."

"Do you not have chores in your house?"

Sirius shook his head. "Do you not have a House Elf?"

I may have forgotten Quidditch existed until this chapter. So... here.
Bye,
Blaize