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Leaves were falling, just like embers,
In colors red and gold, they set us on fire
Burning just like moonbeams in our eyes.
Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail
Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues.
Now I'm guilty of something...
I hope you never do
Because there is nothing
Any sadder than losing yourself in love.
And then you've ask me... just to leave you
To set out on my own
And get what I needed.
You want me to find what I've already had.
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It had seemed like a perfect plan at the time. It was rather simple and easy but resulted in a corridor full of uncontrollable, dancing Slytherins. The four of them had twittered and giggled at their reserved corner of the Common Room for ages just thinking of it. The sight of Snape and Malfoy and Yaxley and the Black sisters all just tip-tapping away and cursing them and shouting was all they needed to cheer up an otherwise dreadfully boring day.<p>
All they needed was the bait. Remus was the one who suggested drawing straws. He thought it would be simple and fair. No arguing or bickering, no pouting. He even gave Sirius a look that was very familiar. The one that meant that HE was serious. <b>No</b> whinging.<p>
He hadn’t quite planned on being the one with the short straw. The other boys laughed at him and went about gathering their book bags and wands to head out while Remus dragged his own belongings along and broke his own rule, muttering darkly about his position in this prank. They all went to Potions without too much fuss, all of them making up one excuse or another to skip out right before the period was over to prepare. They had Potions with the Slytherins that year, and the lot of them were holed up over their cauldrons not expecting a thing.<p>
Remus sighed heavily while he waited for his friends but couldn’t say he was overly relieved to see them join. They sniggered together, turning Remus around and tying his hands up behind him. A blindfold went over his eyes and they sat him down about twenty feet from the class’s entrance, warning him to sound as helpless and Prefect-ly as he possibly could. He begrudgingly agreed, crossing his long legs Indian-style and leaning against the cold brick walls. This plan had seemed so much more fun when it was James tied up and <i>helpless</i>. He heard their footsteps dart off down the hall to the planned hiding spot and decided he might as well get comfortable for the moment. They had at the most ten more minutes before the class would be let out, and with the difficult potion they were brewing today Remus assumed the full ten would be taken.<p>
He sat there, alone, in the dungeon corridor and thought to himself what exactly they were getting from this rudimentary plan. Minutes passed and he still couldn’t find himself coming up with anything. He bounced his legs up and down, sighing and lolling his head forward impatiently. It felt like the class down the hall would never end. Remus began to realize that something had gone wrong when the little bird in his watch whistled at him. That meant it was exactly ten minutes past the end of their Potions class. Perhaps the rest of the students had been kept late or perhaps they’d gone out some secret passageway even the Marauders knew nothing about. He guessed it was probably the former.<p>
<b>”Prongs?”</b> Remus called, struggling to get to his feet. He turned in what he thought was the direction of down the hall but he was disoriented and blind. <b>”Padfoot? Blimey!”</b> He tripped, sucking a quick breath up as he caught himself with his other foot. They had not, in any way, accounted for McGoogles wandering the dungeon hall and dragging three fourths of the Marauders to her office. Remus had certainly not accounted for that. He struggled his way down the hall, trying to feel the bricks with his fingers behind his back. He was muttering to himself, feeling helpless without a wand or a stupid knife or his stupid friends. He just hoped he didn’t run into someone who was holding a grudge against him...
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