As a teacher this is exactly what I could imagine McGonagall doing. Just made me laugh.

Summary: Prof McG's thoughts after yet another one of the Marauders' pranks

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Damn those Marauders!

I walked the route to my office my head in turmoil. What to do. The thing is those boys can twist me round their little finger, and their pranks are funny. They're not nasty boys at all, they're just, well daft. They're full of life and fun and loyalty – hmmm wonder if I can transfer them to Hufflepuff, get them out of my hair – nope can't do that, they're the best chance I have of winning the house cup, and anyway the sorting hat says they belong here. What was it, daring nerve and chivalry? Well they have the nerve in bucket loads and chivalry doesn't fall too far behind.

And I know what will happen, none will admit who the real trouble causer was – Sirius Black – and accept the punishment as a four. The Marauders, I believe they're calling themselves now, just like them to form their own exclusive club, goes with some very silly nicknames too, well, apart from Moony, that's self explanatory.

The problem is I find their pranks funny. I mean who wouldn't laugh when the Slytherins turned up with orange hair, or the portraits were forced to sing Muggle love songs for a day, or the door to Filch's office was glued shut. The only problem is I have a reputation to uphold, a fierce reputation, I can't let it go simply because the boys look at me with puppy dog eyes, and I certainly can't show that I approve of their actions, even if I do think the slytherins could do with bringing down a peg or two.

Life's not fair, we have two of the brightest most lively students we have ever had and I have to spend 99 of my time reprimanding them for things I cant stop myself smiling at, nor stop myself from wishing I'd had half their guts when I was in school.

I opened the door to my office to see four very penitent boys stood, hands behind their back all looking at me waiting for me to pronounce sentence. I glare at them over my glasses and speak a single word – "Well?"

Grey eyes meet mine and a voice says "it was me, please Professor don't punish James, Remus or Peter, it was me, it was my idea and I did it."

And then, as I knew it would three more voices began, each protesting their part in the prank most vociferously.

I raised my hand for silence, then launched into the speech I'd prepared. "irresponsible…… letting the house down……. Dangerous…………..how many times……………" and ended with "Detention for each of you and 20 points from Gryffindor"

After receiving a nod from each to denote compliance, the boys meekly turned to go with only Remus saying, "Goodnight Professor McGonagall" as he closed the door.

And I sat in my chair and let myself go in silent laughter. Really it was children like these that make teaching so worthwhile.