Howlers In Hogwarts

#1 Howlers for- its not actually addressed to anyone in particular

Cold. That was the first thought that went through Lily Evans's head. It was extremely cold in her dorm.

Shivering slightly, she got out of her bed, got dressed into her black wooly jumper and grey leggings (it was the weekend), grabbed her wand and headed out, only to stop at the stairs. She could either go down to breakfast, though she'd probably be the only person there, or she could play a prank. A harmless prank. She'd done it before and had gotten away with it, nobody would know.

She turned around, and walked to the dorm she knew the Marauders were in. It was pretty obvious, you couldn't miss it. In large, curvy letters was the words THE MARAUDERS, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Rolling her eyes, she quietly opened the door, pulled out her wand, and-

"Oi Evans! What are you doing here!" Came the voice of one Sirius Black.

She was about to answer when she realised "How come it's So warm in here?! Its freezing in my dorm! And why the hell are you all awake?"

James was sitting on his bed, wand between his teeth, reading Quidditch through the ages when he noticed her.

"Blimy Evans! Ever heard of knocking? What the hell are you doing here!" He asked, staring at her.

"Well I was just about to- actually no you don't get to know why I'm here."

"I- alright, calm down! Perfect timing actually. We need help with something." Sirius invited her in, and now that she could see the whole of the room, she eyes went wide.

"What the hell are you lot doing?"

"That's where you come in."

He lead her over to the middle of the room, where Remus was lying on the floor, writing, surrounded by torn and scrunched up parchment.

"Ah, lily. D'you by any chance know how to send a howler to the great hall, but not actually have an address on it? This howler I'm trying to write isn't for anyone in particular, but we need it delivered to the great hall for tomorrow breakfast time. Of yeah, it also needs to have an anonymous voice, can't make it sound like we wrote it." Remus said whilst scribbling out several words.

"Um...yeah? I think so. Why are you sending a howler though?"
She sat down next to him.

"Well, we don't actually have a reason, we just woke up and decided that we want to write a howler." Answers James, looking up from his book.

"Its true!" Sirius added at her disbelieving look.

"If- if I help you, you won't tell anyone that I participated in this, right?"

"Yeah yeah, fine"

"Thanks Evans. Now moony, what have you written so far?"

"Stuff about the Marauders, pranks, that sort of thing"

To Hogwarts,

It has come to our attention that some students have been accidental victims of the pranks The Marauders, as they call themselves, play. These four amazing and intelligent boys, consisting of James Potter, best Quidditch player Hogwarts has ever seen; Sirius Black, a devilishly handsome young man; Remus Lupin, a tall bookish prefect who is the reason that their pranks work; and Peter Pettigrew, a short, constantly hungry boy who supports them, do not wish for the students to taken out their anger on them. The Marauders only prank the people who deserve it.
They have made it known they apologise, especially to Marlene McKinnon and Mary MacDonald, who were unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong time.

From unknown

They had each added there own bit to it.