Harry Potter one shots and miscellaneous short stories

Midnight pranking

The moon shone on the old, grey, stone walls of the castle. From within the walls an owl hooted indignantly as it was startled by voices breaking the silence of the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"I'm telling you for the last time Padfoot," the sandy brown haired boy sighed, absentmindedly running his fingers over the scars snaking their way over his face, "That is both illegal and highly irresponsible."
"And I'm telling you, Moony," the teenager retorted, running his fingers through his almost shoulder length black hair as he lent against the cold, brick wall, "That following the rules is boring!"
"Well, they don't have to be real, they just have to look right." the third male exclaimed, pushing his glasses up his nose as he did so.
"We still can't fill classrooms with life sized replica dragons!" Remus sighed, exasperated.
"Do they have to be life sized? Why not a bunch of smaller dragons placed on each desk?" the chubby blond boy asked.
"Ingenious! Excellent idea, Wormtail!" James exclaimed, patting the shorter boy on the back, causing him to smile, embarrassed yet pleased.
"And where are we supposed to get all the dragons?" Remus asked, an eyebrow raised.
Peter ran off, into the dorm before hurrying back to the corridor the others were hiding in, his hands clasped in front of him.
"My parents sent me this for my birthday, but I thought we could use this..." he revealed a small model of a Romanian Longhorn, its green scales and golden horn shining in the half light.
"Excellent!" James exclaimed, pulling out his wand, "Gemino!" he tapped the model dragon which began to multiply until he was satisfied. Peter slipped the original figure into his pocket.
"Nice, Prongs!" Sirius nodded, examining the pile before them.
Having separated the pile into four even smaller piles the youths split up, each taking a pile each before entering the nearby classrooms.
Placing a dragon on each desk, where a student would occupy, James looked at the classroom, nodding in approval before returning to the corridor where the others were emerging themselves. A smile twitched in the corners of the werewolf's mouth as he struggled to look disapproving.
"Well, gentlemen, I feel that went of splendidly!" Sirius exclaimed gleefully.
"We really should return to the Common Room before we get caught, shall we, Prongs, Wormtail, Padfoot?"
The Marauders walked down the corridors, laughing and mucking about as they returned, celebrating their recent success.