With the threat of pending war came with the unsettling uncertainty of the world as they know it. It seemed that every day marched them closer to a world of destruction, a step further into fate's cruel hands.

It was evident that it was affecting those who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Tension clung to the air in a choke-hold, fear doing little to soothe the grip. The Slytherins have been becoming more and more hostile, incidents of hexing and jinxing erupting courtesy of the snakes.

Sirius decided that everyone needed a distraction-- something boisterous and humorous to at least momentarily allow them to forget about the horrors raging on in the outside world.

Him and the rest of The Marauders have been gathered in the common room for the past hour, their sleep-addled minds doing their best to come up with something, anything.

James is strewn on the floor, his gaze fastened onto the polished ceiling above. His dark curls are splayed wildly across the carpet, nauseatingly close to the crackling flame tucked away into the fireplace. Remus sat on the couch, discreetly sweeping his eyes over the lines of his book each time Sirius turns to look away.

Peter is tucked away in an armchair, barely clinging to consciousness. The poor lad had already been up well past midnight the night prior.

"Anyone have any ideas?" Sirius suddenly pips, looking out at the others.