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Description: McGonagall sees a peculiar sight outside of her office one night that she doesn't even want to begin to try and explain, opting to forget about it instead.

Story:

Minerva McGonagall was just trying to sleep. She had two hours of detention that night with the Marauders. Usually, she only hosted one, but there was a full moon coming up, so she decided to have two hours instead of one. The reason the boys had a week of detention with McGonagall is because she caught them at trying to enchant the knights in armor that lined the hallways. 

Again. 

This happened far too often for McGonagall's liking. She had to admit that she was a little quick to yell detention every once in awhile with her favorite students. The reason behind this, however, was because she had to think quickly if she was going to hide her smile from them. They could not ever know that she found great amusement in their antics. They simply could not.

This time, however, they were trying to enchant the suits of armor to dance the Macarena whenever a student passed. Minerva got to witness this firsthand, as the demonstration was started at her appearance to bust the four of them. 

They were fifth years, for crying out loud. They needed to grow up and stop pulling such hilarious pranks, especially on the Slytherins. 

During the two hours of detention, Sirius and James simply would not shut up. Peter and Remus at least had the decency to act remorseful. The other two didn't of course, and instead yelled at each other from opposite ends of her office, asking questions about the homework they were to be doing. 

Sirius would also ask her weird questions every time there was a moment of silence in which she was trying to grade essays. 

"Hey, Minnie, what would you call a turtle without its shell? Would it just be a Turt-nugget?"

"Hey, Minnie, do you think, and hear me out here, do you think that pigeons are just spies for the government?"

"Hey, Minnie, what shampoo do you use?"

"Hey, Minnie, what is your personal opinion on Flobberworms? I'm asking for a friend."

"Hey, Minnie, what if a person died while having a poo? Would their ghost just be having a poo forever, too?"

That was about when she'd cast a silencio. 

She had just retired off to bed when she heard a lot of commotion in the hallway. She groaned loudly and crawled out from under her cozy sheets and stomped over to the door. She swung it open and saw quite a peculiar sight. 

Remus Lupin stood in the middle of the hallway trying to shove a fully grown stag in the other direction while a big black dog with a rat clinging to the fur around its neck dashed around the stag's legs, tripping him up. 

All three animals and Remus froze when McGonagall opened the door. "Uh...hullo, Professor," Remus said, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. 

McGonagall sighed and shook her head. "I'm just not going to ask," she said, turning back around and shutting the door. 

She headed quickly to bed, hoping it was all a dream. The interaction was not brought up again.

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