Note Passing Can Be Extraordinary...

HISTORY OF MAGIC CLASS, 12 NOVEMBER, 1976

History of Magic really bites, eh Prongs?

Understatement of the century, Padfoot.

You're all going to get in trouble...

You are the biggest worrier in this school, Moony. Lighten up a little, you're as bad as Wormtail

What's wrong with me?

Nothing

Nothing

Never mind...

Hey, Prongs, what's up with Evans today? Did you ask her out again?

Shut it, Padfoot, or you'll know all about it.

Touchy, touchy. Anyway, did you guys see Snivellus this morning?

What did you do to him this time? That last prank was a classic. The look on McGonagall's face was priceless!

What happened last time?

I swear I have never met anyone as behind the times as you, Peter. Red and gold hair ringing any bells? Snape came down to breakfast, without a clue that his hair was Gryffindor red and gold. McGonagall was...I can't think of a good enough word. Moony?

Absolutely priceless. And the rest of the Slytherins as well. I think they may have suspected you, Padfoot.

Why?

Maybe because you were laughing like a maniac, pointing wildly at him, and shouting to everyone that you had done it.

Hey, that was a good prank. I didn't want anyone else taking credit for my genius.

I bet I can do an even better prank on Snivellus. So much better in fact, it will go down in Hogwarts history.

Challenge accepted. Let's say Snape is Going to have a very interesting month. Ten Galleons on it?

I am no coward, Sirius Black. Make it twenty.

Thirty

Forty

Fifty

STOP!!! You can't bet that much on a couple of jokes!

Watch me, Remus. Make it one hundred.

Two hundred

Seriously, that's A LOT of money.

Shut up, Wormtail. Two hundred and fifty.

You're on.

And the Great Prank War of 1976 begins. Snape is in A LOT of trouble.

Damn right he is! The greasy-haired toe rag won't know what's hit him!

What are you all talking about?

Go away Wormtail. We've been discussing this for about five minutes!

I reckon. Anyway, I didn't see Snape at breakfast today. What did you do to him?

Turned him invisible. He doesn't know it yet, not till he starts talking, and no one can see him. Don't know who would talk to him though. He has no friends!

Now that was pure genius. Even I will admit that.

God James, that's generous. You never say that about anyone.

What's wrong with James?

He's staring at Lily Evans again. He's been bitten by the love bug (again).

What about you, Siri? You must have had twenty girlfriends in the past month.

I can't help it if the ladies throw themselves at me. Moony, throw something at Prongs.

You!

Wormtail?

I'll miss and you know it.

Fine...

What was that for?!

So you would stop drooling over Evans.

I wasn't drooling... I think

You could have filled the lake with all that drool.

Changing the subject... who wants to go for a swim in the lake this afternoon?

Why? Going to bring Evans?

NO!

That's right, it's Lily now, aint it?

Oh my God, she's coming over!

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TRANSFIGURATION CLASS, 12 NOVEMBER, 1976

That was smooth, dude, real smooth.

Uh, hi, Lily. Um, uh, er, having a good day?

Shut up.

Pretty blunt. What are you going to do to me, Jamsie?

Shut up.

Moony, I think there's something wrong with his vocabulary.

Shut up.

Ahh, painful memories, Prongs?

Shut up.

Oh crap, here comes McGonagall...

Three weeks detention! YES!!!

What's so great about detention?

WE FINALLY BEAT THE SCHOOL RECORD FOR MOST DETENTIONS BY EIGHT!!!

Finally! We've been waiting since first year for this!!!

I don't see what's brilliant about multiple detentions

Moony, stop teaching Wormtail long words before he chokes on one.

I didn't teach him that

EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What?

I thought this quill was a Sugar Quill, but hey, it's not!! EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW

YUM YUM

I almost snorted then... you haven't done that since third year!

Going...to...be...sick...

Wimp

Bully

Peter, you know perfectly well that in an argument, Siri will win

Thank you, Prongs. You have an excellent point.

NEED...FOOD... When's lunch?

5...4...3...2...1... Now

Could have used a Sugar Quill, eh, Sirius?

Please, that was more disgusting than Hagrid's cooking. I'll just pull out one of your owl's feathers and shove it in your mouth? Would you like that?

I don't have an owl anymore, remember? She got taken off me in the summer.

Why?

Ahem... experimental charms... anyway, the point is, I NEED FOOD

Why are we still writing notes when we're at Lunch?