Let us fly, once again, on a trip to the past. The Marauders, as we enter a little too quickly through the ceiling and think about losing our lunch, were glaring. This happens quite often, but today was special because they are glaring at each other. Remus was glaring at Sirius because he thought that Sirius had made one too many jokes about Peter's intelligence. Sirius was glaring at Remus because Remus yelled at him. James was glaring at both of them because they simply did not appreciate that he NEEDED to study to get into the potions class that Lily was in. And Peter glared because they were all glaring and making him late for dinner.

There was lots of glaring and not much talking until the author poked Remus in the back. She poked him because he seemed like the sensible one. Fortunately, she was right and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Look, this is stupid. We've already missed dinner; let's go get some food from the kitchen." Sirius didn't speak, but he did stand and gather his materials together. James stood too, clutching a tall stack of Potions texts. Peter actually leapt across the room and held the portrait open for them.

In the corridors, the boys tried to move quickly and quietly. There were all these stupid rules about not being out and about while everyone was sleeping or eating or in class or... blah. Stupid rules were just begging to be broken. When they heard the voice of a professor, the boys ducked into the nearest doorway.

It was actually a large group of professors, heading back to their workroom or lounge or whatever they call it and chatting loudly about some upcoming party.

"And I'm bringing the punch," Madam Hooch was saying, "And what is Hagrid in charge of? Ah, yes... the theme."

"Not the staff-party theme, again..." McGonagal groaned. "Last year, it was walking in a Kelpie wonderland. I stepped in kelpie dung 4 times."

Hagrid appeared next to her. "Don' worry, Minny. This year we are having a slumber party!" And he put a pillow over his head.

McGonagal pretended to ignore him. "Albus, the house elves informed me that one of the roosters for dinner escaped. Should we organize a search party?"

"It's only a chicken - it's no big deal," Dumbledore responded with one of his copyrighted infuriating shrugs.