Marauders RP

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I claim no credit whatsoever for the plot. I stole it from Lighty who (I think) used it on Neo once upon a time. If Lighty were posting this intro, it would probably make LOTS more sense. Because she's not, I'll do the best I can. And Lighty can make rules about how many characters we have and all that....
(Edit by Lighty: I put a bit more on the plot. =3 I'll figure out the rest of the rules when I'm less sleepy.)

PLOT:
Dumbledore finally got fed up with the constant fighting, insulting, and jinxing, and called James, Sirius, Remus, and Severus into his office one night. There must have been something in that pumpkin juice, because in the morning they awakened in their own beds - but with the wrong bodies. James was in Severus' body - which, of course, was pretty awkward, having a Slytherin's body in the Gryffindor tower - and Severus was in James's - which presented the same problem. Sirius was in Remus's and Remus was in Sirius's.
A note was found by each from the Headmaster, explaining the situation that by now, they had all pretty much figured out. Dumbledore, being the genius he is, managed to modify the potion; rather than lasting only an hour, the effects wore off after a week. He implored them not to run around the school shouting about it. Face it, who would believe them?[/b][/color]
CHARACTERS:
Lighty gets to have Sirius(in Remus's body)
Sami-Causti gets to have Remus (in Sirius's body)

James and Severus are open.[/b][/color]

[{Lightspring}]

((YEEEY I POST. 83 Admittedly I just took the first post from me and Causti's one-on-one, but oh well. XD I'm sure it'll change enough with Smokey in the mixture!
And I thought of a slight change in the setup. (Used in the one-on-one, made a lot more sense.) Dumbledore, in all his skills, manged to work it so the correct bodies were in the correct place. For example, James would wake up wherever Snape ended up asleep and Sirius is in Remus' bed and whutnot. I figure they might be a lot more hexing and less attempts at figuring it out if there was a Slytherin in their common room. x3 ONWARD.))

Hogwarts was always rather dull after Christmas. The grounds were covered in a thick layer of snow, leaving very little opportunity for any outdoor activities -- except Quidditch, of course, but that was another matter entirely. Quidditch was something that continued in hurricanes, if necessary. The cold didn't deter anyone except the actual teams in the slightest. After all, the audience could simply sit huddled in layers upon layers of cloaks. It wasn't them up there, zooming through the wind at speeds that made even chilly days seem like blizzards.
Sixth year was normally much calmer than both the fifth and seventh. Nevertheless, there were no shortages of procrastination and all-night cramming, especially among the Marauders. Sirius was just as bad as James when it came to putting off his work until the very last minute, and the previous night had been filled with strenuous copying off of Remus. It was a good thing there wasn't anything planned the next day, because it was doubtful the young Black could stay awake even during a practical lesson. If it weren't for the paper due in on Saturday (he hated Slughorn's class sometimes) they would have spent the night doing far more productive things, like planning out the next full moon or simply driving the general population nuts. Instead, Sirius and James had spent a good hour and a half staring at blank parchment while Remus wrote, the next half hour begging him to let them copy, and nearly two hours after that attempting to decipher the boy's handwriting.
With a groan, Sirius managed to pry his eyes open, staring at the canopy overhead. When had he put a calender there...? The boy sat up stiffly, idly brushing a stray lock of brown hair out of his eyes. There was a Hogsmeade trip this weekend; another reason to try and get himself out of bed. It took a great deal of effort to swing his legs out from under the covers, letting his feet hit the floor with a dull thump. It seemed different somehow -- almost like his body wasn't doing things the way it usually did. Probably due to some three hours of sleep the previous night. As he stood, Sirius stumbled slightly, catching himself against the bed with a grunt. He stifled a curse and crossed to the sink on the far wall. The window pointing to the south rudely allowed a stream of sunlight into his face, and the Gryffindor put up one hand wearily in protest. Blasted sun...why couldn't it sleep in like normal people? Bending over the running water, he splashed some onto his face in an attempt to wash the sleep away. Blinking, the sixth year looked up and stared blankly at the mirror for a moment, the running water a distant sound in the back of his head. Something seemed...off. What was up with his face?
Wait...what was up with his hair? He pulled a few strands eye-level and stared. Brown? Not black, but brown. And the eyes gazing back at him were grey, not the normal dark brown. There was a pause as he stared in the reflection before it registered why it looked so familiar.
"REMUS JASPER LUPIN, what did you do to me?!"

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ooc;; I promise to edit this post and actually POST a roleplay when I get a minute. Really quick, though - who does Smokeh get? And what do we do with whoever's left over? We could all PP him until we get another person on here, or someone can volunteer for two charries... --raises hand--

[Smokeleaf]

ooc: Last I checked, I had James.

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ooc::
AWESOME! Well, until we sort things out, I, too, shall borrow my first post from the one-on-one, since I'm way lazy and it works with Moony's first post, and then we can all either PP Snape or fight over him? XD OH and I forgot until I re-read this, but, though I don't swear in general, I decided to go totally into the charrie adn be allowed to say whatever the heck I want as long as I'm in persona on this one - just gave me so much more leeway. Just as a disclaimer, you know, I had to throw that explanation in. Gotta keep up my pristine reputation here. --smirks--

Here:

Last night had been too late. Essays due on Saturdays ought to be abolished, but what could you expect? That was Slughorn for you. People like Lily Evans probably didn’t have to worry about cramming on Friday nights because of ridiculous essays, but the Marauders weren’t exactly high on his list of favourites. And, of course, Remus got to do the research and scribble out the essay, and then the other two got to copy the thing down while trading jokes and drinking a few smuggled-in butterbeers. Remus rolled over and wondered fuzzily why his body felt so heavy. Mornings. Revolting. He opened his eyes slowly and tried to remember why he was awake at all. His biological clock was shrieking a mantra that sounded something like, Not noon yet! Something had awakened him, but his brain was bleary and it took a while to comprehend what his ears had heard.
“REMUS JASPER LUPIN, what did you do to me?!” Ah yes – that was what had dragged him so rudely back to the world of the waking. Sirius. And what was he so angry about anyway? He wasn’t usually awake by now, so it must have been something dramatic. He took a breath and forced his vocal chords into a painfully sudden perkiness.
“Nothing, you barmy git; go back to sleep,” he yelled back; and then he added, “It’s a Saturday!” for good measure, thinking perhaps his friend was suffering from some sort of delusion. Satisfied that the problem was taken care of, he rolled back over and tucked his head under the pillow. …And then rolled over again. Now, having forced himself this far awake, he wouldn’t be able to get himself back to sleep. With an irritated groan he sat up and fought the dizzy rush in his head. Everything seemed a bit … odd. When he stood, the ground seemed distant. He felt heavy and while he felt awake, his eyes refused to stay open. He stumbled a few times as he made his way across toward Sirius to see what he was so upset about and swore at his unusual morning clumsiness. He rounded toward Sirius, rubbed a hand over his bleary eyes, and then came suddenly and completely awake, starting visibly as he faced – himself. Those were his grey eyes staring back at him, that was his brown hair above his face. He stared at himself for a blank moment, shock, incredulity, and Gosh, is that what I really look like in the morning? competing for top consideration in his mind. It was only a moment that he stared, and then he yelled.
“JAMES POTTER! What the hell did you do to us?!”