That night, Marion returned home fuming. She slammed the door behind her and threw her cardi on the sofa before storming up the stairs towards the boys room. She banged on the door impatiently, calling out.
"Black!" She cried, pounding the door so it shook in its frame. Sirius answered the door lazily, suddenly realising by Marion's expression that he was in deep trouble.
"Hey, what did I do?" He asked, raising his hands in pre-surrender. Marion looked seemingly baffled by Sirius' apparent stupidity.
"What did you do? What didyou do!?" She repeated angrily. Sirius honestly had no idea.
"You told Kyle embarrasing lies about me behind my back, Black! He told me. You little turd!" She cried. Sirius now smirked in satisfaction, chestnut met turquoise.
"Hey, you had it coming and you can't say I didn't warn you, I told you I'd get you back." He giggled, crossing his arms around his waist and leaning against he door frame.
"Fine, if that's the way you want it, then let the games begin." Marion glared at him with eyes of steel.
"Meaning?" Questioned Sirius.
"Meaning: it's war!" Sneered Marion before she stalked up to her attic room. Sirius stared after her, already planning his next prank.
The next day, Marion was up and dressed before the boys. She and Lily sat in the kitchen. They eyes each other knowingly, struggling back secretive laughter as the boys slumped down the stairs and into their midst, settling down in front of ready-made bowls of cereal. James tucked into his straight away but Marion and Sirius' eyes were locked. They both looked at each other suspiciously before Marion raised her eyebrows and returned to her copy of the Daily Profit in waiting. She bit her lip anxiously as the anticipation grew. Then there was a bang and a splash as Sirius' bowl exploded, showering him with milk and fragments of cereal. Then there was a snap as Lily took a picture. She and Marion burst into fits of histerical laughter before darting out of the kitchen, Lily waving the camera behind her. At first Sirius went to run after them, but James stopped him.
"You'll only make it worse, Padfoot." He insisted, flicking cast away cereal from his shoulder.
"She's going to get it now." Sirius vowed as he used a kitched towel to clean off his face.
In the afternoon, everyone was in the garden sitting under a tree. This tree was meant to be an apple tree but it hadn't bloomed since 1856. Sirius smiled to himself as, behind his chair, James handed him a sling shot and a stone. He aimed it at the tree from under the table, making sure he had a clean shot. He them moved his drink on top of a pair of chopsticks lying over each other in different directions. He then gazed at Marion in front of him, locked his target, and fired. The stone hit and apple that he had tied to the tree (which he had used to hide things in plain sight) which fell onto the chopstick, launching his drink at Marion, who gasped as the liquid slattered all over her lap. She looked up, spotting the frayed piece of string still haning from the tree. She then looked down at Sirius, who smirked in triumph. He high- fived James as she and Lily got up. Marion hit both boys around the back of the head hard with a rolled up issue of Witch Weekly before heading upstairs with Lily. They examined her now filthy dress.
"Oh now it's time to kick it up a notch." Marion swore, her hands clenched to tight fists.
"What are you going to do?" Lily asked, now worried. Marion looked up.
"Oh, you'll see." She grinned knowingly.
The next day, it rained hard. Autumn was coming and they only had a week until school started again. Sirius got up and went straight into the shower and James went downstairs. When he left, Marion snuck into the bathroom and stole Sirius' clothes that he had laid out for himself. She met Lily out side as they heard Sirius turn off the water. The scurried away hurridly, Lily also carrying a bundle of clothes.
When Sirius got out and saw that his clothes weren't there, he muttered angrily.
He ran into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel and rummedged through his draws, the wardrobe, James' draws. They were all empty. He went on his way downstairs in his towel as fast as he could when, through the window, something caught his eye in the rain. He dashed out into the garden and dazed at the trees. All their clothes were hanging out in the rain, soaked through. And just us he thought his problems couldn't get any worse, he felt his towel whip away. He turned in the direction it had fled in, covering himself as best he could. He saw Marion, Lily and Mischa laughing their heads off. Mischa was standing with the towel in one hand, wand in the other. Marion waved at him cheekily and he ran to the door, pounding at the glass.
"OPEN THIS DOOR NOW PRESTON YOU GREAT COW!"
Marion could hear all to well what he was saying, but wanted to humiliate him further, so mocked deafness and pressed an ear to the glass.
"I-I can't quite hear him. What's he saying Lily?" She asked, smirking at the naked Sirius.
"I think something along the lines of an apology." Lily looked at him sternly.
"And that he thinks you are the better pranker." Mischa added. Marion gazed at Sirius, mocking pity perfectly.
"Well if he said that a little louder I may consider letting him in." She relished in the triumph, putting a finger to her ear. Sirius looked at her with hatred but it was freezing and wet and so he reluctantly complied.
"Preston, I'm sorry for what I said to your boyfriend and I think you are the better pranker." It took all his might to do it but it was worth it. Marion unlocked the door and he stumbled in, grabbing the towel from Mischa and wrapping it around himself.
"Ok, Preston. How about we call a truce?" He suggested, holding out a wet hand. Marion considered, then shook it.
"Deal. Ok, Misch, get the boys stuff back in here- dry please. I don't need mum biting out heads off about that too." Mischa nodded and got to work with her wand and Lily wandered off. Sirius, who's hair was dripping and sticking to his face, eyed Marion.
"You need my help to get even with your mum?" He asked. Marion looked surprised.
"You want to help me pull a prank?" She asked. Sirius nodded, his hair shaking water on the floor like a dog.
"Sure. I'm positive you will need my cunning expertise to team up with that almighty brain of yours." He smirked with blue lips.
"Not to mention your wittiness and charming modesty." She added sarcastically with a wry smile, but she nodded.
"Ok then, Black. In honour of our new truce, I propose that we meet tonight at 8 to discuss pulling off the most awesome-ist awesome prank in the history of history." She smirked. Sirius nodded.
"You've got yourself a deal, Preston." He agreed as Marion left and he waited for some of his clothes to be dried.