"I need a really hot girlfriend." James Potter announced to his friends. "Like really hot."

It was late, and the Potter's terrace balcony was covered in blankets, and the assorted, bedraggled limbs of the drunken Marauders. Sirius Black was lying on his back with his head resting on someone's stomach. Probably Remus'. Remus himself was staring into the sky, trying to keep himself sober by naming the constellations they had learned in Astronomy. Peter Pettigrew was leaning against the door which opened to James' bedroom. He was looking at his hands, as though trying to figure out how they got there. He didn't react well to alcohol. All three slowly lifted their heads and looked towards James. He was attempting to sit up, but was in a very awkward position. Remus seemed to have fallen asleep on his left leg.

"What you talkin' 'bout?" Peter slurred, staring at his friend.

"A girlfriend Wormtail, you idiot. A girl...friend." James spoke very slowly, as if to a child.

"We heard you, you wanker. He meant, what about Evans?" Sirius sent him the most calculating look he could muster. "Aren't you supposed to be eternally in love with her and shit?"

James threw his hands in the air in an exaggerated attempt at derision of their stupidity, hit the rail of the balustrade and yelped in pain. He seemed to forget his injury however, as he turned to his friends with a smirk.

"It's all part of the plan, Mr Black. She'll see that I've moved on, and that I won't wait forever, and then she'll fall in love with me. Duh." James shrugged his shoulders as if to say "obviously."

"BOYS! GO TO BED FOR MERLIN'S SAKE IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!" Remus woke up with a start at the sound of Mrs Potter's voice.

"SHIT! It's nearly 2 and we've got to be up at 8 to get to King's Cross by 11!" The boys got up, went inside, and collapsed on their makeshift beds. James sighed.

"Can you believe it? Our last year at Hogwarts. It'd better be a good one boys."