“Aaaaattention!” Elayne barked to the snogging couple in the broom cupboard. The girl, Florence Nightingale, quickly pushed away from the boy, faster than he could ever have done, and stood up straight while bringing her right hand to her forehead in a silent salute.
“Well done, Lieutenant Nightingale!” Elayne commended seriously while giving the confused and slightly dazed boy, Edward Cannon, a one over. Edward Cannon, unfortunate son of the owner and creator of the Chudley Cannons but fortunately good-looking, had been Florence secret crush for years and it looks like her she finally got what she wanted.
“Thank you, Captain Powers!” Florence responded obediently, a smile hinting at the corners of her mouth.
“At ease.” Elayne said and Florence gave a wicked grin before pushing Edward back into the cupboard with her.
Elayne gave a quick cough to hide her snort of laughter before proceeding with her prefect rounds.
“What the hell was that?” James Potter called hurriedly after her. Aah, Potter, a true piece of eye candy if she ever saw one. She had more than once entertained the thought of pushing him into a broom cupboard herself but had decided against it. Too much trouble.
“What do you do whenever you catch Black?” She asked pointedly. No answer. She could almost feel James gaze penetrating the side of her face. Way to fulfil your prefect duties! She ignored it and looked straight ahead, checking the occasional cupboard for any indecency.
“You know, you are quite an interesting girl.” James finally said.
“What an interesting way to phrase a compliment.” She mused. “If that is how you are with Evans, no wonder she rejects you.” Another weird look sent her way.
“Right.” He said. Elayne glanced at her watch, their rounds were finally over.
“See you tomorrow!” She called and darted away towards the Ravenclaw tower before he could answer.
Sirius was busy reading a magazine when James stepped into their dormitory wearing a slight frown. Immediately, curiosity overtook him.
“What you thinking about, mate?” Sirius asked. James didn't answer until he was safely tucked into bed.
“Powers.” He said simply. It was enough for three chins to drop.
“What the heck!” Sirius exclaimed while Remus and Peter quickly jumped out of their beds to sit upon Sirius’ and respectively James’.
“What about Lily?” Peter asked nervously?
“Are you sick? Do you have a fever?” Remus asked worriedly while starting to touch James forehead and looking him over for any signs of head damage.
“What! No, I’m not sick! Get your hands off me!” James yelled before freezing. Four heads turned towards the door where a startled yelp had been heard. There stood Lily, her hands holding a notebook.
“I, I just wanted to give you these notes, Remus, from when you visited your mom. But I can see you’re busy!” She hurriedly said and dropped the notes on the floor before darting out.
“Lily!” James called after the door had closed. Sirius was too worked up to even laugh at the whole situation.
“Wormtail is right! What about Lily? I thought you liked her?”
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Remus asked concernedly once again after picking up the notebook Lily had dropped on the floor.
“You guys are seriously messed up.” James said before lapsing into the story of what had happened during their prefect rounds.
“And then she asked me what I would have done if I had found Padfoot in a broom closet! Thing is, I could seriously see us pulling off the same stunt!”
“She really isn’t the usual Ravenclaw.” Peter commented. James and Remus nodded in acquiescence. Sirius furrowed his brows sceptically.
“I don’t know... she seems pretty prim and proper if you ask me.”
“That’s just in class!” James protested. “You should see her when she is with Nightingale.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen them. It’s like someone pressed a switch.” Remus agreed.
“What’s a schwitch?” Three of the marauders asked. Remus simply rolled his eyes before lapsing into an explanation of how muggles used switches for almost everything. Sirius stopped listening halfway through.
Elayne Powers. Definitely one of the hottest girls in school if not the one with her long wavy dark brown hair and hazel eyes and her cute plump little nose and... Sirius shook his head. He had already tried that lane before and got turned down. Hard. Powers had been nothing but pureblood proper, prim and cold towards him. Whenever she talked to him, it felt like she talked to the scion of House Black and not Sirius Black the person. Worst of all, it felt like she did it on purpose just to spite him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed how she acted around Nightingale, or even with James occasionally. She didn't speak to them as if they were only representatives of their families, or anyone else for that matter either. Only Sirius. And if there was one thing that Sirius hated to be assumed as, it was being a member and, even worse, a representative of his family. He could handle most of the crap sent his way, even if it was insults targeting him and his family, especially those even because he would usually agree with them, the exception being his own involvement in it all. But Powers didn't send him any crap, she simply acted as if he really was representative of House Black, their bad and the not so bad parts. He grimaced as he even considered calling any part of his family good, except for himself and his uncle Alphard of course, but those were not the parts that Powers would be implying.
No. He did not like Powers. Not one bit.
It was a red-faced Florence that stumbled into the girls sixth-year Ravenclaw dormitory.
“How was it?” Elayne asked loudly. Due to the war they were the only occupants and so, she did not bother to keep her voice down.
“Blood awful!” Florence breathed out heavily. “I feel like I have wasted the better part of my Hogwarts career on a terrible kisser!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that it was completely focused on him!” Elayne laughed. Florence eyes glinted mischievously.
“True. Did you get it?”
In response, Elayne waved an old thick piece of parchment in front of Florence sparkling eyes. With a squeal of excitement, Florence jumped on Elayne, hugging and bombarding her with kisses.
“You are amazing! How’d you get it?” She said and reached for the parchment.
Elayne crawled out from under Florence and just managed to keep it out of reach from her friend.
“Snuck it right off him while he was busy staring at you and Cannon.” She said proudly.
“At least something good came from me snogging Eddy-boy then!” Florence exclaimed. “Let’s see how it works!”
Elayne picked up her wand, 11 2/3 inches birch with a unicorn hair, from her bedside table. It was uncharacteristically white for a wand and the wandmaker, Ollivander, had seriously creeped her out with the look he was giving her when she got it. The wand worked for her, however, exceptionally well in her own opinion, and that was all that mattered.
“Reveal your secrets.” She said and tapped the parchment with her wand.
‘Mr Padfoot asks the unusually cute but annoyingly proper Ms Powers and her mischievous companion Ms Nightingale to return the Marauders Map to its rightful owners.’ Elayne and Florence glanced at it each other in excitement. How did the parchment know their names?
“So it’s a map!” Florence finally said, causing them to return their focus.
‘Mr Moony would like to agree with Mr Padfoot while also adding that he is as discreet as a wild bludger for disclosing the secret of this useless and not at all suspicious bit of parchment.’
‘Mr Prongs also sends his regards to the pretty misses and wishes to convey that this bit of parchment is not a map at all.’
‘Mr Wormtail would also like to put in his two knuts and advise that the misses would shower before going to bed as their hair will feel much better in the morning. We expect the parchment that is not a map to be returned by then.’
‘Mr Padfoot wishes to apologize to Messrs Moony, Prongs and Wormtail and would like to know if that comment about the hair is true.’
“This. Is. Amazing.” Elayne said slowly while running a hand through her hair. Maybe she should take a shower.
“How do we get it to work?” Florence asked eagerly.
‘Mr Prongs would like to point out that there is nothing on this useless bit of parchment that can be gotten to work.’ They both glanced at the map and ignored it.
“I think I heard Black and Potter say something once while leaning over this parchment...” Elayne murmured while rummaging through her head for the memory and information. She had once heard Florence call this going into Ravenclaw mode since she would be staring into empty space while surrounding herself with all the knowledge she had. Knowledge is power, and if Elayne learned something once, she would always be able to access that knowledge again. Probably one of the reasons she was sorted into Ravenclaw.
Florence eyes lit up once again once she saw that familiar knowing smile upon Elayne.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” Elayne said and tapped the parchment, map, once with her wand.
‘Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present
THE MARAUDER’S MAP’
Elayne and Florence both let out surprised gasps as the wonder of the parchment revealed itself. A map, of Hogwarts, displaying any and every part of it along with the common room of each house as well as several secret passageways. The biggest wonder of it all, however, were the dots littering the map. Each dot showcasing a name. The map, the Marauder’s Map, showed the location of each and every occupant in Hogwarts.