For Want of a... (the You Know It's Hard Out There for a Prankster Remix) by
"Well, what's this idea of yours, then?" "Oh, right." James tugged Sirius a bit further down the corridor, stopping beside a statue of Brunhilde the Belligerent. Sirius offered her a polite nod, since she was nine feet tall and armed like a Viking. "Remember that time, with the sneezworts?" "Which time with the sneezeworts?" Sirius asked. "When Remus, um," he turned to watch Mary MacDonald walk by -- no tits, fabulous legs -- and James' huffed loudly and smacked him in the shoulder. "Sorry. When Remus lost his eyebrows, or when Peter walked backward and spoke Gaelic for a week?" "Welsh, wasn't it?" "Does it matter?" "Not really, no," James said, letting his rucksack sag to the floor. James's potion doesn't go exactly according to plan. Hilarity ensues. MWPP at their hilarious best. ♥