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T E L E S C O P E

Sit Down. You're Being Ridiculous.

“Now, gentlemen, for this to work, we’ll need seven telescopes.”

An obnoxious snort, followed by a series of girlish giggles—courtesy of Mister Pettigrew himself—alerted James to his friends’ lack of faith in his plan.

Smirking, Sirius raised his hand. “Oi, Professor Potter, now, since we’re such novices in the art of pranking, do tell us how you plan on not getting us caught.”

James tapped the rolled up parchment onto the table. “Of course. I’m always prepared, Padfoot.”

Remus stood up after closing his book and shook his head. “I don’t want to be a part of this.”