Mischief Managed | Marauder One-Shots

The Beginning Of An Era

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Hogwarts, 1972.
James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew's second year of Hogwarts.

"Pssst."
It was lunchtime on one surprisingly sunny Saturday in the midst of January, the snowcapped pine trees melting at rapid speed.
Throughout this perfectly lovely weather,  Twelve year old James Potter was stuck in detention.
Sirius Black, with his curtain of black thick hair and permanent smirk fixed place, was approaching the entrance of Minerva McGonagall's open office door. She had stalked down the corridor with a swish of her cloak only moments ago, on her way to inspect a sudden explosion that could be heard from the floor above - one that Sirius himself was responsible for. He now sauntered towards the office with a slippery, shimmery sort of fabric in his grasp. He leant against the wooden doorframe with that insufferable swagger of his, wiggling his eyebrows at the boy before him.
"Took you long enough!" James was scowling irritably. He was already up from his chair, a sheaf of parchment crumpled up in his palm. He tossed it into the trash bin on the other side of the room with unnerving accuracy, snorting as he did.
"Wow, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience." Sirius said sarcastically. "I had to get the cloak, git. Oh and I might've seen Marlene." He winked and flicked James on the forehead, uncrossing his ankles and pushing off from the wall.
"One more minute of writing lines and my hand was surely going to fall off." James muttered, a hand already ruffling his ridiculously messy hair as he departed the room. "Here you are, snogging McKinnon in the broom cupboard."
"You've literally been in there for 7 minutes." Sirius rolled his eyes. He scanned the corridor quickly for any sign of McGonagall, before chucking the invisibility cloak into James's chest and strutting forwards.
"Exactly." James drawled in reply, slinging the cloak over his shoulder. "Couldn't possibly think of anything worse." He put a hand to his forrid, leaning back dramatically in pretence of fainting.
Sirius me merely shrugged, picking at his nails casually.
"Hmm...What about spending an evening rubbing Filch's grimy fungi feet?"
James roared with laughter, throwing his head back and elbowing his best mate in the ribs.
"Well," He said rather pompously, once he'd contained himself. "I think I'd quite enjoy that sensual experience, wouldn't you?"
He fluttered his eyelashes and gave Sirius a little twirl. Sirius flashed a wide cheeky grin.
"Oh of course. Who wouldn't? Pop a bottle of champagne, scatter some rose petals, get the lotion out, even run a lovely bath...."
James smirked, slipping beneath the cloak. "C'mon, Minnie'll be back soon. Let's find Remus and Pete - Moony's been on us about the map, we should finish up that front page ASAP."
And with a flourish of his cloak, the two mischievous boys disappeared as if they were never there.
The last of Sirius's glossy hair had vanished just as Minerva rounded the near corner with an expression of pure fury. Her lips were pale and a strand of her usually tightly pulled black hair was fluttering in her face, creating a disheveled look. James had to stifle his snort at the dirt that smudged her cheeks and hands. Minerva stopped in her tracks as she neared her office, eyeing the wide open door in horror. Her lips thinned into a line, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
"POTTER!" She bellowed, hands on her hips as she charged back to her office, muttering things underneath her breath.
"I shouldn't have thought to leave the boy alone - Absolute nuisance, cheeky cheeky boy...I don't want to dock points from my own house but oh, what choice do I have? Black must have been behind this. Surely it was Black -" Her string of curses and mutterings faded, the velvet emerald cloak she wore vanishing behind the door as it slammed closed.
The two Gryffindor boys abruptly sprinted away from the office, whipping the cloak off of them as they reached the nearest staircase - giggling and snorting like little first year girls all the while.