As James Potter sat in heaven he could've sworn he felt a disturbance in the marauder force. James swooped down into the Gryffindor dorm room in spirit form. Three boys sat in a circle around a piece of parchment.
'The map!' James thought.
"Cussing at a piece of parchment?" Asked George.
"We must be mad!" Fred finished his brothers thought. James observed as The three boys looked at each other, and then all scrambled for the parchment. They put it in between all of them.
"I promise to get in deep shit." Dean tried pointing his wand at the paper. James laughed at his failed attempt
"I promise that shit will go down." George attempted, his wand now also on the paper. James laughed even more
"I promise I'm going to fuck up." Fred tried with little confidence. Nothing worked. James was wiping tears from his eyes when the boys started again
"I promise to fuck everything." Dean tried earning a snicker from the twins. James was lying on the ground howling with laughter now.
Nothing.
"I promise to fuck shit up." Fred tried desperately tapping the parchment. James couldn't take much more of this. These attempts where way too funny.
"Why would you think such foul language is needed?" James asked knowing he would get no response. Having had his fun with watching the boys and the map James decided to go off to one of his best friends office and pull a couple pranks. Besides the full moon wasn't for another few weeks, Remus could take a joke.