Notes passed between the Marauders!
Sirius: Oi, Moony, check it out; Prongs has written a poem for ickle Lilykins!
Remus: Wonderful Padfoot, now leave me alone.
Sirius: Ohhhhhhhhhhh, so now your History of Magic notes take priority over friends? Huh?
Remus: NO COMMENT
Sirius: I take it that means yes, then?
Remus: Leave ME alone, please!
Sirius: Ok, ok, calm down; don't get your pink, frilly, "I Love Binns" knickers in a twist!
Remus: I won't. Now shut up or you will have nothing to copy off for the exams.
Sirius: Copy, COPY! Moi! How could you? You know I, of all people would never COPY!
Remus: Of course, you are perfect; sadly perfection has its flaws!
Sirius: If you insist! Now I will revert to bugging Prongs about his lousy attempt at poetry! Ha ha!
Sirius: Prongsie-boy; how is one?
James: GO AWAY!
Sirius: Why do you reject me, in my hour of desperate need? I am ABANDONED!
James: Unless….
Sirius: Unless?
James: You help me with my poem about Evans.
Sirius: HA! Me help YOU with a poem about EVANS! HA! You have got to be kidding me!
James: Sure I am, now help. What rhymes with orange?
Sirius: How is orange anything to do with Evans?
James: Her hair!
Sirius: You mean to tell me you are going to tell a girl that she has orange hair!
James: What is the problem with it?
Sirius: So tell me James, what would you like me to play at your funeral?
James: WHAT! Errrrrrrrrm… I dunno, something special like "Amazing Grace".
Sirius: Do you want a live performance of it, or do you have a recording?
James: I DON'T CARE; this has nothing to do with orange or rhymes!
Sirius: Au contraire, mon ami! If you tell Evans that her hair is orange then she is almost definite to kill you, that is, after performing the Cruciatus Curse on you a few times!
James: Okkkkkkkkkkkay, personally I think you are absolutely clueless. Surely she will like me complimenting her orange locks?
Sirius: Yeah, right!
James: Fine, fine, fine! If you think you can do better than me than tell me, but for the meantime, here is the poem:
You walk across the hall
And look at me, I am so tall.
Your heart beat stops
And at my feet you flop.
You know you are mine
And you are absolutely divine
With your bright locks of orange
Just like a……………………
(Authors note: Do not fear my dears, I can write better poetry than this, only for the "story"'s sake it is absolutely awful!)
Sooooo, what should I write next; borange?
Sirius: Wow, you have brought a whole new meaning to the phrase "bad poetry", that is absolutely AWFUL Prongs, m'dear. NEVER, EVER SHOW THAT TO EVANS! She will murder you on the spot!
James: I take it that you think I should re-write it then?
Sirius: Ask Moony. I am feeling depressed due to my friend's complete incapability to write worthwhile poetry!
James: Thanks for the moral support Padfoot, and F.Y.I., I will ask Moony or even Wormtail! HA, in your face!
Sirius: F.Y.I., what!
James: For your information, twit!
Sirius: I knew that!
James: Sure you did.
Sirius: I did, I was just testing you!
James: I know, I know.
Sirius: For all I know you might have thought it stood for, ummmm, funny yappy imbeciles!
James: Don't worry Padfoot; the nice men in white coats will be along soon, with your pills!
Sirius: Oh good, I am running low on those! I-
James: Now let me write my poem.
Sirius: Hey, you just snatched the paper off me and tore it!
James: Oh dear, what a pity.
Sirius: The paper is now ruined, RUINED I TELL YOU, RUINED!
James: Wonderful, now go bug Moony or Wormtail.
Sirius: Will do.
Sirius: Oi, Wormtail, do I have news for you?
Wormtail: Erm, I am sensing you do, so, do you?
Sirius: NEWSFLASH: yes I do!
Wormtail: Tell, go on.
Sirius: Prongs cannot write poetry to save his life!
Wormtail: Oh.
Oh, that's the bell. Come on.
Sirius: Yeah, better stop Prongs embarrassing himself in front of Lilykins (again)!
To be continued…………………………………………