WINIFRED GLARED AT XANDER BEFORE PULLING HIS HAIR. He screamed, and dropped his gobstones, and scowled at his friend. "What was that for?!"

"You were beating me at Gobstones," she said, grinning at his face.

"Gosh, Ravenclaw, you're such a sore loser," he replied, putting away the board, only to let a gobstone squirt a putrid liquid at her face. Into her gaping mouth.

She spat the liquid out, gagging. "I hate you so much."

You mustn't tell lies, Winnie.

He smiled sheepishly at her, bowing down to her feet. "Sorry, ma'am, what can I do to make it up to you?"

Well, Xander you're a thief, so perhaps you can give whatever it is to the rightful owner.

She tapped her chin. "You can go to the Slytherin dungeons and rot for your payment."

He gasped, putting his hand to his chest. "How could you think of something so fiendish?"

"I'm no Hufflepuff, Solasta."

"Have you heard of someone called Liesel Pendragon?" he asked. "She can kill us easily, you know."

"Oh, come on, she loves us, she won't do anything to us— "

Liesel put her hands on their shoulders, and bent down, whispering, "You know, I can put bleach on your skin until it burns you up, then rip your guts out— "

Xander pointed at Winnie immediately, the two always blamed things onto one another. "She said it!"

Winifred scoffed. "Well, actually, Xandy (Xander mimicked a gun to his head as she said the nickname) here was beating me at Gobstones, which he shouldn't have, because I am the Gobstones champion."

Liesel laughed, and sat down on the Ravenclaw couch, examining the circular room. It was her third favourite place to visit, with the gleaming stars above her head and scattered across the carpet. The common room has an excellent view of the castle grounds, which made it even better. She pulled out her notebook and a quill, and started to write.

"OOH LISE IS BEING POETIC AGAIN—," said Winnie, looking at her friend, her hands under her chin angelically.

Liesel sniffed. "If you must know, I was writing down names for our quartet. The Marauders shouldn't have all the fun. Do not assume that I am always writing poetry in this book, Winnie."

"What quartet? I don't see anyone else here expect my beautiful self and the salty ladies," smirking, he did a dramatic hair flip.

Winifred shook her head, her curls cascading down like a waterfall. "Dorian, you know, your best friend?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot."

THE MARAUDERS

JAMES POTTER – THE RING LEADER AND DOUCHE (LIESEL'S PERSPECTIVE)

SIRIUS BLACK – THE WOMANIZER (WINNIE'S PERSPECTIVE)

REMUS LUPIN – BASICALLY THE MOM...AND MY DADDY (DORIAN'S PERSPECTIVE)

PETER PETTIGREW – THE KID THAT BRINGS SNACKS.... HEY, WE DON'T HAVE SOMEONE LIKE THAT! (XANDER'S PERSPECTIVE)

"So, we still need a name," putting the quill down, Liesel faced them. "Any suggestions?"

"What about the Lazy Trio?" suggested Xander, as he munched on a biscuit.

"How did you even get that biscuit?" asked Winifred, as she fermented over to him, looking suspiciously at Xander. "Did you sneak into my snack jar?"

He shifted nervously. "No— "

Liesel went back to writing her poetry as Xander ran from the common room with Winnie chasing him with her shoe.

With the screams of laughter trailing behind her, she sighed happily and wrote.

the reminiscent of our old love still startles me,

how easy it was to remember the days

where we did nothing

except love each other blind

unsure of what the other did

but now

I can't look at you the same

the boy you love will never notice you

and we're simply

s h a t t e r e d

and unable to love

HEARTBREAKERS ARE BITCHES.