epiphany ♕ | 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

34

DUNGBOMBS, STINK PELLETS, AND Hiccough Sweets were scattered on the floor of the 6th year's dormitory. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew had planned to surprise their dearest friend, Siobhán Parten, with a bang.

"When I do this." James motioned with his two fingers. "You do the prank, alright?"

The marauders nodded, gripping on to their designated gadgets. Sirius was holding a dung bomb while Peter was holding stink pellets. James and Remus were holding a tub full of water, waiting for the right moment to hurl it over Siobhán. She was taking a nap on the couch. James thought she looked peaceful; no one was there to harm her.

"She's going to hate us after this," Sirius smirked, his hair falling over his face. "I'm going to enjoy this."

"This might risk my whole status with her right now, but we're the marauders." he boasted. "We're all in this together. So boys, let's do this!"

He signaled for them to start moving towards the sleeping girl. James awed in the sight of her slumber. Her chest rose and fell; everything was serene. Yet, this was the perfect time for mischief. James Potter was sure to make it up to her later.

"Ok, one..." he began. "Two. Three!"

Remus and James tipped over the bucket of water, soaking Siobhán awake. She sat up immediately. Her deep gasps were heard from the students watching; smiles plastered on their faces. Sirius and Peter threw the dung bombs and stink pellets. She started coughing, gasping for air. The stench was filling up the room, more and more. Students started fleeing from the common room, running upstairs.

"What in the heavens?!" she burst, standing up. "I know it was you, Marauders!"

Her eyes scanned around the room, finding the quartet breaking into fits of laughter. Anger began to bubble up insider her; fists clenched. The Marauders were laughing at her. It was as if she was the main attraction. The center showpiece, receiving all the applause. She sniffed in the odor, cringing as she smelt it on her.

Siobhán felt icky, disgusting, and angry. James Potter thought he was the most humorous person, but in reality, he was the most idiotic person you could meet. She tried her best not to get on the floor and cry out of frustration. Yet, her anger proved to be her deception. She fell to the floor, tears pooling out of her eyes. People would think she was sensitive. She wasn't sensitive—no, never that. Her confidence was quite good considering the fact she housed with the most confident people you could meet.

"Prongs, I think we messed up." Sirius hissed. "Like, really bad." James rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I'm serious. She's crying on the floor—on her knees!"

James peeped at Siobhán. She was on the floor, crying with anger. Immediate guilt filled his senses at the sight of her. Not once did he think she would've cried, but he sure felt like an idiot. She must've smelt the stink pellets. It would take weeks to get the stench out.

He observed her as she stood up, wiping her tears away. "I'll say this—and I'll say this once." her tone stern. "Fuck you, arseholes!"

She stuck her middle finger at the four of them, running up the dormitory stairs. Remus bit back a smack to the head, glaring at James Potter. He was contemplating how he would beg for forgiveness. That's if there's any forgiveness to give.

"She's furious." Peter chipped in. Sirius rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the stone wall.

"No shite." he joked, fumbling with his button-up.