It was Friday afternoon, and the fifth year Gryffindors were lined up for their last OWL, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Weeks of studying - or hours, in James' case - were being put to the test before a board of examiners. The DADA OWL had a devilish written section and a grueling practical.

The three remaining Marauders looked up, concerned, as Sirius' screams pierced the door. "Aaagh! No! OH GOD, NO!!"

Remus wondered what Sirius' incredibly frightening boggart was. "Ten knuts says its his mum," He told James.

"Done," James said immediately. "My money is on McGonagall finally accepting his advances. What do you think, Wormtail? Wormtail?" They turned to see Peter asleep against the wall. "Poor bloke," James said sadly. "He's next."

"Mr. Black, please!" The examiner shouted. "Remember that its just a boggart!"

"My hair! MY HAIR!" Sirius shrieked. "There's GUM in my HAIR! SWEET MERLIN!"

Remus snorted, no longer afraid for Sirius, and James was grinning madly. "Got any Droobles, Moony?"

Remus pulled out two pieces of Drooble's blowing gum and handed one to James. Sirius emerged from the exam looking completely shattered. James popped a bubble.

"AAAAGGGH!"

James nearly collapsed as Sirius ran down the corridor screaming bloody murder. Peter chose that moment to regain consciousness and looked at his two laughing friends in confusion.

"What happened?" He asked groggily.

Before they could answer, a stern, stout witch came through the door. "Mr. Pettigrew?" Peter looked at the examination witch in pure terror. He swallowed nervously and followed her inside.

"Wish me luck," He said as he passed James and Remus.

"You'll need it," James whispered. "Sirius never came out."