"Potter, Black!!! How dare you!", screamed a very angry voice behind them. The two boys had been cursing another student, to be specific Severus Snape, who was now wearing a white wig, like the ones some wizards in the portaits were wearing.
"But Professor, we just wanted to help him. Since Snape likes his poems that much,", James pointed in the direction of the little brown book, Severus had been reading but which now was laying next to him on the ground "we figured, he also wanted to look like a poet"
"And its the first time in years, he has clean hair", added Sirius with a big grin on his face.
The Professor seemed like she didn't like this excuse. "Detention Mister Black!"
Sirius opeded his mouth but before he could say something, she added "for all of you four"
Remus frowened, he had a lot of homework to do and unlike Peter, who did not curse Snape, but had his wand out, he really had done nothing, exept watching and thinking how unnessesary that was.
"Finite", the Professor pointed her wand at Snape and a moment later the wig was gone. Instead of it, his hair was black and sleaky again.
"And before I forget it: 40 points from Gryffindor"
"But Prof..."
"If you say something Black, I'll take them away from each of you!"
Sirius sighned.
"I'll see you at 8 o'clock in my office, bring your feathers"

A few hours later the four boys arrived at the office of Professor McGonagall. They knocked and she opened a moment later.
"Good evening Professor", Sirius said charming.
"Good evenig, Mr Black."
The boys entered the room. They saw four desks in a row, where they would be writing something soon. That was a task, they did not do that often in detention. It was more likely, they had to clean something or help a teacher.
The Professor pointed towards the four places, she prepared for them.
On each table there was a roll of parchment and a little book.
"Sit down, please"
The boys did as they were told, then she continued "Poems are carriers of true feelings. Good ones and bad ones. They are the mirror of ones soul. They often rhyme, but do not need to. Since you seem to have many prejudices about them, I want you to write a poem of your own with at least eight verses. I will let you go as soon as you have produced a meaningfull poem about something related to your life or greatest desires. If you need some help there is a little book with poetry, which you can use as inspiration. And now I want you to start your task. Good luck."

Sirius and James roled their eyes, Peter looked scared but Remus was surprisingly happy about that task. Though he would not admit it, he really liked poetry.
He already had an idea but before he could write something about it, he had to make sure that noone exept the Professor would read it.
"Professor, just one question before we start. Who will read our poems?"
"Just me. And after I read them I can either keep them or give them back to you. It is your choice"
That was the answer Remus needed to start writing.
An hour later the last one of them had handed his poem in.