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Professor McGonagall couldn’t deny that she had been worried when the Marauders showed up for their third year. After all, it wasn’t everyday that three twelve/thirteen year olds had discovered that their best friend was secretly a werewolf. She only hoped that it wouldn’t affect their behavior.

For the most part, she got her wish.

And then, on a warm Autumn evening towards the end of September, complete havoc swept the castle. She was a strong Scottish woman, a hardened professor, a rising soldier for an underground army. And even she stood, baffled beyond words, as James and Sirius ran through Hogwarts, ripping apart the tapestries, breaking the vases, smashing the windows. Peter reluctantly followed them, tipping over suits of armor. She finally got them into her office, staring down a smirking James. At last, Professor McGonagall threw her hands into the air and cried a simple: “What?”

“It’s quite simple, Professor.”

“It never is with you, Potter.”

“Every time we try to talk to Remus about his—erm—furry little problem, he keeps telling us that he’s a monster,” James cheerfully said. “Sirius tried telling him that he’s only a monster once a month. Remus wasn’t hearing it. So we thought that if we acted like monsters once a month and still got up and ate breakfast the next day, it would let Remus know that life goes on.”

Professor McGonagall stared at him for a solid fifteen seconds of silence before massaging her aching head. “Potter, there—there are so many ways that you could convey that message.”

“Oh, I know,” he said. “We’re planning them all.”

Sirius nodded and said, “You know how stubborn Remus can be. We’re planning at least a dozen different tactics here. This just happens to be one of them and, this meeting of ours aside, I have a good feeling about it.”

“And anyway, it’s not like we broke a lot of school rules,” Peter piped up. “We just broke the same anti-vandalism rule eighty times.”

“Exactly!” James cried. “So, you see, Professor, this whole thing is really a matter of perspective.”

“Get out of my office.”