The Extremely Private Communal Notebook

PROLOGUE

Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter were in the middle of yet another sinfully boring History of Magic lesson when Peter got a grand idea: the four of them would start a notebook. Each would write a note, then the other three would respond and add their own note. Here, presented to you in its entirety, is the Extremely Private Communal Notebook of the Marauders; aka Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.

Dear Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail:

Wormtail, why do I have to be the flobberworm for this thing? It was your idea! You should do the initial test run! Whatever.

Padfoot, that slug hex you put on Snape was bloody brilliant! Remind me to find you a lovely cat to chase the next time we transform as a present.

Moony, how are you feeling? Only one week left 'til the full moon. Oh well, moon time is game time! Am I right, boys?

So, did you guys see the way Evans looked at me today during potions? Oh yeah, she wants me. And who can blame her, eh? Let's face it: I'm dead sexy. I think I may grace her with my presence on the next Hogsmeade weekend. Sound good to you fellas?

Yours in testing,

Prongs

P.S. Who the bloody hell to I give this to next?

Dear Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs:

Prongs, you know bloody well I can't test my own invention.

Padfoot, I second the motion that the slug hex was fantastic. As a gift, I'll whip you up an anti-flea potion for the next time we transform. It was so awesome to see Snape belching up slugs!

Moony, don't worry. I'll try to keep these two in check while you're all...wolf-ish.

Prongs, not only does Lily not fancy you, but neither does the entire female population of Hogwarts. Padfoot, however, can't seem to stop talking about those showers you two take together after Quidditch practice, so don't feel as though you have no options.

As for me, I'm going to steal some fire-whiskey for a post-full moon booze-up in celebration of us not getting caught yet again. You boys up for it?

Yours in scheming,

Wormtail

Dear Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs:

Prongs, quit complaining. For what seems to be the one billionth time, NO, Lily does not like you! Get over it, man!

Wormtail, don't listen to these two dunderheads, and thank you for forcing them to behave on, as Prongs so eloquently put it, "Game Night." You absolutely can NOT steal any fire-whiskey, and there will most certainly be no post-full moon booze-up!

Padfoot, unlike these other two extremely sadistic gits we run with, I do not condone your continuous assault on Severus, nor will I be giving you any form of gift.

All that being said, gentlemen, I have to go finish my Charms homework, as do you.

Reminding you always,

Moony

Dear Moony, Wormtail, and Prongs:

I'm bloody last? Gee, thanks, guys. Love you, too. Anyway, as you all know, I shall be serving a wonderful detention with the great and powerful Professor McGonagall tonight as retribution for the (totally deserved) hexing of Snivellus, so I'll make this quick.

Wormtail, brilliant idea with the booze-up. I'll definitely help you out there. Thank you for the flea potion. I do itch something terrible! Also, I'm glad you admire my work.

Moony, you loved it and you know it. Accept the fact and be done with it. You're just as sadistic as we are.

Prongs, thank you in advance for the cat. I'd also like to point out that 'tis Wormtail who worships the ground you walk on, not I. Also, there is no truth in these shower rumors, and unfortunately, I'm not an option for you. Sorry, buddy.

Now, if you'll pardon me, I have a date with out most esteemed Transfiguration teacher. I wonder how much I'll have to flirt with her to get released on good behavior? Some times, you gotta take one for the team, boys. Remember that. Can't believe I'm off to fake googly eyes at McGonagall. She's a cat for Merlin's sake!

Yours in disgust,

Padfoot