From the desk of a Marauder
Welcome readers to another fic. This idea came to me when I was passing note with a friend in class. Hope ya'll like it!
In History of Magic
Sirius: Prongs, what is he talking about?
James: I'm not exactly sure, something about something attacking something.
Sirius: That really helped.
James: Well, I told you I'm not sure! Ask Moony. I'm sure he knows.
Sirius: Fine then.
Sirius: All I hear is Blah, Blah, Blah.
James: Oh, come on. He just said something about a goblin and a…a train.
Sirius: He didn't say train, I think he said training bra.
James: Training bra! What does that have to do with history of magic.
Sirius: I don't know, but I know that's what he said.
James: Well if you knew what he said, why did you ask me?
Sirius: To see if you were paying attention.
James: Oh like you were.
Sirius: You know I was.
James: How do you think you did on your test?
Sirius: I think I did really great. Except, I was confused about the... Oh, act like your paying attention. He's starting to ask people to read.
James: That was a close one.
Sirius: For real. I have no idea where we are.
James: I'm glad Moony keeps notes, or I'd be completely lost in this class.
Sirius: Same here. Except he writes a lot of notes. I wonder why his hand hasn't fallen off yet.
James: Can your hand fall of if you write too much?
Sirius: Josh Henry's did.
James: Josh Henry used a vanishing lotion.
Sirius: Oh, well we have something better. We have an invisible cloak.
James: We? You mean me, right.
Sirius: Yea, but what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine.
James: Padfoot, shut up.
Sirius: Hey, look at Peter! He looks like he's been bored out of his mind! He's got his head in his hand and his eyes are almost closed shut
James: I don't blame him. I'm about to go to sleep.
Sirius: But who will I pass notes with?
James: Not my problem.
Sirius: Well, aren't you a great friend.
James: I am
James: Hey, I've got an idea.
James: I'm going to throw another paper airplane at Moony.
Sirius: That was great. Did you see him jump up? And it's stuck in his hair! LOL
Sirius: Oh dear, he looks mad
Remus: Prongs, pay attention to this class. That's the fifth airplane you've thrown at my head today! If you don't stop, I'll quit letting you two look at my notes.
James: Want me to do it again Mr. Padfoot?
Sirius: Of course, Mr. Prongs.
Well? How was it? Review and tell me. Thanks!