Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs (passing notes in class)

Remus, Peter, Sirius, and James are sitting in History of Magic, passing a piece of parchment around their table. (Just a quick little thing I did when I was bored. I know, it's really stupid.)

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Sirius: Hey Remus, did you get that last date? The end of the Mermish War?

Remus: December 5, 1762. Now pay attention!

Sirius: Fine, don't get so touchy.

James: You know how he is when…you know. It's that time of month.

Remus: James…

Peter: Oh you know we're just kidding with you.

Remus: Fine. But it's tough you know, so don't joke about it.

Sirius: I hate History of Magic. It's so boring.

Remus: Yes but it's part of our grade.

James: Oh come on Remus, you can't say you enjoy this class.

Peter: Yeah really. I wish Binns would just shut up every now and then. Reading's better than this.

Sirius: You can't mean that Peter…

Remus: I'm scared to think he actually might.

James: Well Peter, that is a bit harsh.

Peter: But I still stand by it.

Sirius: And it takes forever, too. Gosh I'm glad it's almost lunch. I can just taste the chicken now…mmmmm.

Remus: Sirius, it's only been ten minutes.

James: Come off it Remus. You know it has to have been longer than that.

Peter: No, I'm afraid he's right. Look at the clock.

Sirius: My god, we're gonna be stuck here FOREVER! NOOOOOOOOOO!

Remus: Oh shut up Sirius.

Sirius: Yes, almighty prefect sir…

Peter: …king of the universe…

James: …ruler of the world.

Remus: Thank you, thank you. I would bow but that would be too low of me.

Peter: Okay, maybe we should stop now.

Sirius: Right.

James: So, Sirius, are you coming to tomorrow's Quidditch match?

Remus: Or will you be too busy "hanging out" with Nora Portlin again?

Sirius: Shut up. I told you already, I broke up with her.

Peter: Really? Who're you with now?

Sirius: Muffy now…or wait…Kyla? No, maybe it's Gertie…

James: Seriously, I wish I had that much luck with girls.

Remus: You mean with Lily.

James: Yeah, so?

Peter: Right mate. You and Lily? Sure. Uh huh. Yep.

Sirius: Now Peter be nice.

Remus: You really think they'll get together Sirius?

Sirius: Whoa now. I didn't say that…

James: And what exactly is that supposed to mean?

Peter: Basically…

Sirius: …you have absolutely no chance…

Remus: …ever. Don't even dream of it.

James: That's not very nice. But Peter and Remus, you have no room to talk.

Peter: Excuse me?

Remus: It's not like we don't have girls chasing after us.

Peter: Remus, I bet the only girls that ever chased after you were part of an angry mob.

Sirius: Peter, you aren't exactly a ladies man yourself.

James: Enough about girls please.

Peter: Oh look; Waters just launched a spitball at Binns.

Remus: Not like it matters. He can't feel it.

Sirius: Oh no, he thinks it was us!

James: He noticed it?

Remus: Put the parchment away!