Four To The End (prev Shifting Lines) Book Three (Marauders Era)

Chapter Fifty-Three - Halloween

Author's note: CW for a joke about committing suicide, and cutting hands with knives

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"Where's my mustache?"

"Ouuuuuch don't pull this so tight!"

"Sit still, you need bigger boobs. Sprout's got bigguns."

"Where's my waistcoat?"

"What're you doing looking at Sprout's boobs? Ow, you pinched me. I bet McGonagall never pinches Sprout. OW! WHY'D YOU PINCH MY BOTTOM?!"

"Where's my pocket watch?"

"You're a very pretty girl, Petey. Almost as pretty as Sprout."

"Bugger off!"

"Here's everything of yours, James." Remus wriggled out from under James's bed, arms full of James's costume. "Why you stashed them here then promptly forgot about them is beyond me." He dumped everything onto James's nearly-bare lap; his friend was only wearing y-fronts, which was unusual. "Why are you wearing those?"

James stood up, hitching the brown trousers up. "I doubt Slughorn wears boxers."

Peter looked up, face wrinkling. "Ew, I don't wanna think about Slughorn's pants!"

Sirius finished hooking the brassiere and then gave Pete's rump a pat. "There you go."

Peter looked down at his bra and the transfigured pillows that were very breast-shaped tucked inside the cups. "Remember when we put up Dedenne's private things?"

James snorted with laughter as he wriggled the rest of his clothes on. "That was great." He grabbed the pillow to tuck into his shirt and trousers and poked at it with his wand until it puffed out, adding a sticking spell so it would stay put.

Remus was already in his plain tan trousers and white top, and he pulled the brown-and-bronze waistcoat on before slipping his arms through the sleeves of the bronze under-robe, and then finally he pulled on the dusty blue robes. "Why do they wear so many layers?" he asked, sitting down to get his socks and shoes on.

"I'm not wearing much." Sirius gave a twirl, his emerald green witch's robes flaring out around his legs. He didn't have any skirt or trousers or even an under-robe on, all he had were hose.

"I bet McGonagall wears more under hers," Pete said, shimmying on his no-nonsense work shirt and trousers.

Sirius gave a pose. "I don't care, I'm going like this." He winked before pulling his hair back in a bun.

Remus fluffed his own hair out. It was much longer than normal, and slightly different color to match Flitwick's. He then pulled the dusty blue pointed hat on, making a slight face as he did. He didn't really enjoy wearing fancy hats, they made his head really warm throughout the day.

Sirius helped Peter finish getting in his dirt-smeared robes and then all of them helped James get his shoes on since he was having trouble bending over with the pillow.

"Look at us!" he laughed when he finished sticking his mustache on.

"You look dumb," Peter said.

James tried to kick him and nearly fell over. "Oh, stuff it."

Peter pat his boobs. "I did."

They went over to one of the mirrors and peered at their reflections. Remus had to admit there was no doubting who they were. Everyone in the school would know instantly. James was right.

They took several photos of each other and got David to take a couple of group photos. In one they posed all stiff, formal, and severe. Then in another they all made faces. In the third James was holding Sirius in his arms bridal style, while Remus was on Pete's back.