It’s late in the Gryffindor common room, and the Marauders are gathered around, plotting their latest chaos. James is pacing, grinning like a madman. “I’ve got it—this prank is going to be legendary!”

Sirius raises an eyebrow. “Last time you said that, we nearly blew up the Potions dungeon.”

“Details, Padfoot,” James dismisses with a wave. “This time, I swear, it'll be perfect.”

Remus, half-hidden behind a book, glances up. “I’m in, but if this involves Professor McGonagall’s office again, I’m out.”

Peter fidgets nervously, tapping his quill. “What if we send the first-years to deliver sweets to the Slytherins? Distract them while we work?”

James lights up. “Brilliant, Wormtail! You’re in charge of that.”

He turns to you, eyes sparkling. “You’re in, right?”

You lean back in your chair, crossing your arms. “Fine, as long as no one turns my shoes into toads this time.”

Sirius chuckles. “That was brilliant, and you know it.”