Marauder crack

Punished

- Let's see, Potter, remind me again why are we punished.

James mumbles for himself, not looking directly at Sirius. They now have to polish one of the huge silver Halloween serving trays for stewed meat. They have to do it - that's the punishment - without using magic and no right to protest. A whole week polishing silver.

- Because I'm an idiot.

- Fair. Because you're an idiot and what else?

- And an asshole.

- Very good, Potter. I see that you are understanding. Although I don't know if you say it for saying, you and I know I wouldn't like that. Repeat it with more enthusiasm.

Peter, delirious with fever in bed, is the only one of the four who had gotten away with it. The rest have to rub and wax and give shine and splendor to all the Hogwarts silver under the glare of Mr. Filch. And all because coming back from a Hogsmeade unauthorized trip, and under the invisible cloak, James had the brilliant idea of ​​making a little stop in Defense against the Dark Arts class, and write "GO OUT WITH ME, EVANS" in Zonko's indelible magic ink on the teacher's blackboard.

-It wasn't my fault they caught us, Padfoot.-

- Beg your bloody pardon? You were the one who looked at the map and said no one was coming. NOBODY, you said.

- I was distracted for a moment. I wanted the letters to look good.

- Well, a moment was enough for Quejicus to see us and told us off. So it's your fault. And now I can say you are really an idiot, and idiot with conviction.

- You know what, Padfoot? You are rather more pleasant when you go on all fours. You should think about making the change permanently.

- That didn't sound like regret, Bambi.

James stops rubbing for a second.

- Remus, tell him to stop. I've already purged enough.

- No way, it entertains me too much to see you argue.