It's not my best work, but I'm on a deadline and still sick after a week, so... deal .

"I don't want to, I don't want to," the author was dragged kicking and screaming to her keyboard by the Marauders. "I'm still sick and I want to go to bed."

"No," James said firmly, settling his hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving. "The dare is due tomorrow and you never write about us. What will it tell our audience if the first dare you weasel out on is a Marauders fic?"

"Maybe that she's still sick and wants to go to bed," Remus said thoughtfully.

"Remus," Sirius whined. "We don't have time to be logical and nice right now. Besides, she'd do the same to us. Why, I remember this time that she stuck a fish bowl on my head. I hadn't done anything except want to be in her fic, but she quite vindictively..."

"Um... seriously?" Peter asked.

"No, Sirius Black, you twat."

"No, that wasn't you. That was someone else with a fishbowl on his head."

"Are you sure?"

"Can we just do this?" Remus sighed, and the author began to type.

The Marauders were the greatest prankers in the history of Hogwarts. They seldom got caught, but they were always serving detentions for some reason or another. We find our heroes on such a night, deep in the bowels of the school, scrubbing floors. It was an ugly job, especially considering the amount of dried fish entrails and caterpillar spleens that needed to be scraped up.

"Do you remember," Sirius sat back on his heels and smiled, "that time the Slytherins attacked our Common Room and made it such a mess and we charmed those socks to clean it up and they took over the school?"

"Do you think we should write to his mother and ask her if she ever dropped him on his head?" Peter whispered.

"I'm serious... well, of course I'm Sirius, but I'm also quite earnest. No... I'm not Ernest, I'm Sirius. Oh, this reminds me of the time I was in a talent show and got hypnotized." Sirius put his head in his hands.

"Why's he doing that?" Peter asked.

"I have no idea," James responded.

"Should we do something?" Peter asked.

"I have no idea," Remus responded.

"Maybe it's a prank from those blasted Weasley twins, like the luvipops," Sirius suggested helpfully.

"Argh!" the three screamed. "Be serious!"

"But... I'm always Sirius!"

The author cracked her knuckles and coughed loudly all over the computer screen. "There, I hope you boys learned your lesson. I'm done and going to bed."

"What lesson did we learn?" Peter asked hopefully. Yes, he really didn't learn not to antagonize the Elite.

"Duh... that you can bring a writer to water, but you can't make her write."


Requirements:
*All four Marauders must be in this fic
*you must use at leaast 4 DIFFERENT -Serious/Sirius jokes
*Have a cliche' in your story, (Good Guy always gets the girl, etc.)
*A Marauders or Lily, start having Memory Flashbacks,
*Said flashbacks, cause all sorts of problems
*~*Due December 12th 2003