Marauder's Day

"C'mon Prongs, I'm bored!" Sirius whined. James merely grinned in amusement.

Remus looked up from his book and shook his head. "Don't you have an essay to write for Potions?"

Sirius shrugged. Remus raised a discriminating eyebrow toward his friend. "Geez, Moony, ruin my fun why don't you?" Sirius accused.

"I thought James was always the procrastinator!" Remus chirped with a sly grin.

An indignant "Hey!" resounded from James' corner of the room, which the rest of the group thoroughly ignored for the moment.

"I don't want to work on it now. I'll do it later."

"Or tomorrow in class when it's due?" asked Remus in a very accusing tone. Sirius stuck out his tongue at him before going back to counting spots on the ceiling.

"We all know that when Sirius is bored that spells trouble." James commented.

Sirius looked up from his own bed, an expression of mock hurt upon his face. "Are you guys making fun of me?"

"Yes. Yes Padfoot, we are." James smirked playfully. "Because we don't love you anymore."

"Well, I guess I'll just go eat worms then." Sirius sighed. He got up off of his bed and trudged grudgingly over to the door that allowed entrance and leave to their dorm. Originally, they shared it with ten to fifteen other male students. All of them were out, however, knowing better than to hang around when the Marauders said they were studying. All Gryffindors had learned by experience that a study session by the infamous four usually resulted in a dungbomb release later on, along with other games that they alone took pleasure in.

James cast a mock mournful frown in Remus' direction, who was watching the spectacle with a look of amusement on his face. "Gee Remus, I feel bad now. We can't just let him go eat worms."

"Oh hum," Sighed Remus. "And here I thought we'd finally have some peace and quiet."

"With Padfoot gone?" James gasped.

Sirius turned on them with a smile on his face and a glimmer in his eyes. "Peace and quiet? Yes. Fun? Definitely not!"

James turned to face Sirius with a grin. "Well listen to you, Mr. Ego Maniac!" he cackled.

"Mr. Ego Maniac?!?" Sirius roared playfully, jumping onto James' bed and tackling him, deliberately messing up his hair in the process. "That's rich coming from you Mr. Quidditch King!"

"Don't forget Head Boy!" Remus chirped.

Sirius glanced up at Remus as though he had just expressed the most brilliant idea for a prank that he had ever heard. "By George, Remus you're right!" Sirius rounded on James and tackled him again. "How does a troublemaker the likes of you become Head Boy? Huh?"

James pulled himself out of Sirius' arms and leapt back on his bed, as though it were a safe haven from Sirius' random playful attacks.

"God, you're gonna give me fleas you worthless mutt!" he snarled, trying to fix his hair. The task in itself was pointless and an utter waste of time. Sirius frowned in mock offense. He was a rather funny sight, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, looking like a very disappointed little boy who had recently gotten his heart broken.

"I'm not worthless!" Sirius argued with a sullen frown. "And I don't have fleas!" he added, suddenly scratching at his head as though he was indeed infested with the annoying parasites. Remus could not help but laugh. James only shook his head.

"Ah, dear Padfoot." Remus commented. "Peace and quiet, indeed. Fun?"

"Hell no!" the other two rang out in a loud chorus. A fit of laughter followed, and soon they were all in a pile on the floor.

It took them fifteen minutes to finally be back up and back to where they had started. Of course, it didn't take long for their usual routine to kick in.

"I'm bored." Sirius whined again. It was easy to see after a few minutes with Sirius exactly why his animagus form was a dog. It wasn't loyalty or bravery, it was simply the fact that he was always whining. Especially when it came to being board.

"Damn it Sirius, shut up!" James hissed. It was obvious that he was getting annoyed, but Sirius ignored it.

Remus frowned at James' sudden burst of anger. He turned his gaze to Sirius with a warning glimmer in their blue depths. "Perhaps you should get to work on that essay now, Padfoot, unless you want James to strangle you."

Sirius grinned brightly, obviously unconcerned. "Prongs? Kill me? Never!"

"Don't be so sure." James snarled through gritted teeth. Sirius laughed and went back to his silent sulking long enough for James to finish his essay. When he finally did set his quill and parchment aside, Sirius' head lifted in excited expectation.

"Well?"

"Fine!" James turned to Remus, a bitter expression on his face. "I'm going to take Padfoot out for a walk."

Remus laughed. "All right. Don't get into any trouble you two."

"What's the fun in that?" both laughed simultaneously. Remus only groaned, and together the duo left the Gryffindor Common Room to roam the halls of Hogwarts.

"All right, what are we doing?" James asked with a stifled grin. Sirius shrugged. "You mean you brought me out here with nothing planned out? What kind of Marauder are you?"

"One who works in random impulse and inspiration?"

James sighed. "Why didn't I guess that?"

Sirius frowned in mock hurt. "I don't know, Prongs. Maybe it's because you don't love me anymore."

"Oh come off it!" James pushed him into the wall and grinned.

"Waaaah!" Sirius put on a very, very bad act of crying. "Jamie hurt me!"

James shook his head. "Shut up."

The two of them walked around the school for what seemed like hours on end. After realizing that it was a Sunday, and that everyone in the school was most likely outside enjoying the lovely weather, they decided to return back to the common room. As they walked, Sirius made the statement about being curious of what it would be like to be a ghost.

"Honestly, it must be fascinating! I mean, look at all the trouble Peeves causes!"

"He's not a troublemaker." James frowned. "He's just annoying."

"I don't know, Prongs." Sirius laughed. "I think we could learn a few things from him."

"Sorry, Padfoot. I just can't see you as a ghost."

It was Sirius' turn to frown. "No?"

James shook his head. "Nope." he paused for a moment, as though considering Sirius, then he grinned. "I mean, I can see you in the white sheet with the clinking chains and the bowling ball..." he trailed off, stepping away from where his companion stood to try to picture this idea on him. "But my vision just dies there. You know?"

Sirius sighed in mock disappointment. "Darn. Because you know, I would just love to go around howling 'WhooooooooOOOOOOOoooooooo! Feaaaaaaaarrrrr meeeeeeeeeeee! Feeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!' while dragging around a ball and chains with a sheet over my head!"

"Yeah, then you'd trip down the stairs on said ball and chains screaming 'Ow! Goddamm! Son of a-! Ow, freaking step!'" James mimicked Sirius falling down the stairs. Afterward, he continued saying; "Then you'd have to pull yourself out of that mess, straighten your sheets, untangle yourself from the ball and chain, and by that time...you're just not intimidating anymore, Padfoot."

Again, Sirius sighed. "Oh well. Guess it just wasn't meant to be." he pretended to wipe a fake tear from beneath his eye. James put a comforting arm around him, trying desperately to fight off a grin. "It's okay Sirius. It's okay."

By the time the duo made it back to their dorm room, Remus had finished his reading. His eyes lit up when they walked back through the door.

"I see the two of you survived your prank?"

Both shook their heads in disappointment. "There was no one to pull one on." James sighed desperately.

"Yeah." Sirius sighed, equally distraught.

"Well, as long as Sirius still feels like we love him, I guess it's okay." Remus chuckled, pulling himself up on his bed so that his feet hung lazily over the side.

"Oh," James grinned. "Yeah, I think we've established that." he shoved Sirius playfully, hard enough to send him careening over the nearest bed and spiraling into the floor.

"All right, that's it!" he grumbled, pulling himself from the floor and wrestling his hair out of his eyes. "James!"

"Yes, Padfoot?"

"I want a divorce!"

James merely laughed. "No way! I'm not signing any papers!"

Remus laughed, then joined in the joke. "Wait, Sirius! You mean you're cheating with me!"

"What?" James turned a flabbergasted expression toward Remus. "Moony! You're seeing him too! I thought we had something special!"

"I'm sorry James," Remus apologized, trying desperately to fight off the grin that was forming on his face. "But he just came on to me!"

James turned to Sirius. "And you! Cheating on me! How could you, Padfoot?"

By this time, it was all the trio could do to keep from laughing.

"Wait! Wait!" Sirius stood from where he'd been laying only moments ago and considered them. "You mean....we had a threesome! And we couldn't experiment?"

Both James and Remus threw pillows at Sirius, yelling "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeww!" at the tops of their lungs. At that moment, a disheveled young Peter walked in. One look at the scene before him and he raised a questioning eyebrow toward the two on their beds. Sirius was still struggling against the mass of pillow fluff he was now buried under.

"Did I miss something?"

"No!" the answer resounded from all three simultaneously. Peter rolled his eyes and moved to his bed, already asking Remus for help on the potions essay due tomorrow.

"You'd better get started too, Padfoot." James laughed.

"Yeah yeah, whatever!" He grumbled, tossing the pillows back to their rightful owners. He threw himself upon his own bed, but didn't bother to start his essay. Instead he grinned broadly.

Life was good.

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