Thank you all soooooo much! I wanted to add everyone from my Sirius thread in there, but I'm just not that clever I love you all for reading!

Here is my next EEFFD...

I think this thread is going to turn into a Marauders fic...



The Marauders’ Gift


Sirius shifted restlessly in his seat at the Gryffindor table, and his companions could tell he was in a dangerous mood. Once again, the four friends sat at breakfast in the Great Hall. Ever since the incident with the bagpipes, it was obvious that Padfoot had something on his mind. It was only a matter of time before he acted upon it.

“We need to make him pay,” Sirius finally spoke.

“What for? The food here is free,” James joked, deliberately misunderstanding his friend.

Not fooled, Sirius leveled his gaze at James, “you know what I’m talking about,” he replied. “He’s toying with me, and even worse, he’s getting girls to do his dirty work for him.”

“What makes you think they didn’t act on their own?” Remus asked.

“Nah, Padfoot is right, Snivellus was behind it,” James asserted. “Besides, he deserves retaliation for plenty of other things, anyway.”

“Like breathing,” Sirius nodded.

At this, Peter broke out in laughter, nearly choking on the banana he was eating for breakfast.

“Take it easy there, Wormtail, no dying before class,” Sirius quipped.

“Still trying to eat healthy, are you?” James asked with a raised eyebrow, as the boy didn’t seem to have lost any weight.

Peter flushed and nibbled more furiously on the banana.

“I feel like having a cupcake,” Remus spoke up unexpectedly, his gaze drifting to the Ravenclaw table as he spoke.

“I want some of my mum’s apple pie,” Peter said wistfully and cast the banana peel aside.

At this moment, the boys were interrupted as a fourth-year Gryffindor came up beside Sirius and muttered, “Your order is finished, sir,” and passed him an object unseen.

“Thanks, mate,” Sirius replied as the boy moved on.

“Well?” James asked impatiently, as Sirius made no move to enlighten them.

“Well what?” he grinned, teasing.

“Your order?” the others asked in unison.

“Oh! That… I ordered a present for our dear friend Snivellus,” Sirius placed what looked like a can of hairspray on the table for the others to see.

“Hairspray?” James asked quizzically.

“Not just any hairspray, Prongs,” Sirius said proudly.

“What does it do?” Peter asked, practically twitching with interest.

“When are you giving it to him?” Remus asked at the same time.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, and I’m not giving it to him,” Sirius answered, “that’s what we have minions for. Oi! Minion! Over here!” he called to a passing first-year.

The first-year walked over, a grin on his face, eager to do the bidding of the famous Marauders. “Yes, sir?” he asked.

“I need you to deliver this to old Snape over there,” Sirius pointed to the Slytherin table where, as usual, the student in question sat eating alone, a brooding expression on his face.

The small boy gasped, “is he going to hex me?”

“Not if you’re fast,” James said reassuringly.

The first-year gulped in fear, but took the can and ventured across the Great Hall. “This is for you,” he squeaked to the scowling Slytherin.

Snape looked at the can disdainfully and began to reach into his robes.

The Gryffindor yelped in fear, the hairspray flew out of his hand and into the air as he ran away. The can landed hard in the middle of the Slytherin table and immediately started to spin, spraying an obnoxious pink and puce substance over all over the students near it, including Snape. A terrible smell began to hover over the Slytherin table…

Sirius and James fought to catch their breath from laughing and Remus leaned over to help Peter who had fallen out of his chair, as the nearby Ravenclaw table ran from their seats to get away from the cloud of fumes beginning to spread their way. The Slytherin table was in an uproar.

“We couldn’t have planned that one,” Sirius gasped, and suddenly felt a pinch on the nape of his neck.

“Well you can plan on this,” Professor McGonagall said through gritted teeth. “Detention. Meet me in my office after your first class. All four of you,” she added and pointed to her watch, “you’d best be on time,” she stated before walking away.



Kris' Dare:

* Someone has a craving for pie (you choose what kind)
* Snape must play a role (big or small)
* You should include the following items: hairspray, a watch, and a banana

Due Due: Feb. 24, 2006... Fancy that... I'm on time again