"How come we didn't think of that?!" James exclaimed, pacing around the dormitory. He had been ranting and raving about those girls playing a prank that made everyone red and gold, which I admit was pretty cool. What had surprised me most was that James' crush, goody two-shoes Lily Evans was part of it.
"Prongs, mate, calm down. We can do something better," I said, trying to stop him from pacing. It didn't work.
"This... this means war. I declare a prank war in those insufferable girls... and Evans. Those... those troublemakers are going down," he said, still pacing as if his life depended on it. I sighed.
"Moony, please talk some sense into Prongs, he won't stop pacing" I begged. Remus looked up from his book.
"James, you need to calm down. You will have an anxiety attack if you keep stressing and pacing like you are," he said, standing up and walking up to James and I. Still he paced.
"I can't take this any more," I groaned, before turning into a great black dog and jumping on Prongs.
"Padfoot, no! Get off of me," he moaned. I turned back into a human, sat on his chest, and laughed.
"Aww, come on Jamie-bear, you know you like it," I said, wiggling my eyebrows. I got a punch for that.
"No, I don't like it, so get off me. And do not call me Jamie-bear!" he shouted. I chuckled before jumping off and running down into the common room, yelling, "Come on, Jamie-bear, and Remmie-poo. Get Petie-pie and come down to dinner!" I then ran out the Gryffindor tower, my three angry best mates running after me. Just another typical Marauders day.
I finished explaining my plan, and I thought it was pretty good, but the others looked wary.
"But what if Potter and Black don't retaliate? I mean, how can we know for sure?" Lily asked. Luckily I had anticipated this question.
"Because, Potter and Black are proud boys. They'll try and do a prank that's bigger and better than ours, it's just how they are," I replied. That's when Artemis jumped in.
"I agree with Paws. Those boys are so ignorant, they'll jump at a chance to prove themselves," she said.
"Yeah! Especially against a bunch of girls," Rita agreed, making Artemis and I growl.
"A-and t-t-tomboys," she stuttered. Luckily, the grandfather clock then chimed, signalling dinner and stopping Artemis and I from ripping Rita to shreds.
"Food!" Artemis and I chorused, before all four Miscreants ran down to dinner. Getting there, I noticed Black, laughing at his angry friends. He must've done something really bad, because even Pettigrew was fuming. I casually sauntered past with my mouth spreading into a mischievous grin.
"So, Black. What have you finally done to piss off your mates?" I asked, plonking down next to Lupin. Before he could answer, Lily jumped in with a question.
"So, why did you hex Patty Peacehaven again?" she asked.
"Do I need a reason?" I asked, laughing. The four boys looked at me strangely.
"What? Snotty Potty Peacehaven is evil!" I exclaimed. Lupin shook his head.
"We're looking at you weirdly because you reminded us a bit of Sirius," he explained. I looked at my food, slightly embarrassed.
"Wait until you know my first name," I muttered softly.
"Wait until you know my first name," Pitch muttered softly, but I heard it quite easily. One of the few benefits of turning into a monster every full moon was impeccable hearing.
"So what is it?" I asked, just as softly. Her head whipped in my direction, so I guess she heard.
"Meet me after dinner in the Library, and I'll tell you everything. I need a new Quidditch book anyway," she whispered, and I nodded to show I understood. She returned to her chicken leg, picking it up and tearing the meat off the bone with her teeth, before gnawing the bone in a dog-like manner. She ate through three plates like there was no tomorrow, and started dishing up a fourth.
"Bloody hell! You even eat like Sirius!" I exclaimed. Hearing his name, my best mate looked up from his fourth plate of food. Soon both Pitch and Sirius were staring at me. They even locked eyes for a brief minute, but Pitch broke away and returned to her food with a scowl on her face.
Back to Pitch's POV
After polishing off three servings of peppermint crisp tart, I stood up.
"I'm going to the Library," I told my fellow Miscreants, who looked at me with a mixture of surprise and confusion.
"Pitch is going to the Library? Give her an Order of Merlin, First Class!" Artemis exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh.
"Oh, haha. I'm just going to get some more Quidditch books," I explained, before walking away from the table. As I reached the giant doors, I heard Lupin excuse himself.
"I'm pretty tired, guys. We have a big day tomorrow, and remember what's in about four days," he said, before standing up. I started running towards the Library, so we arrived a considerable distance apart. By the time Lupin arrived, I already had two Quidditch books on the table I was sitting at.
"Lupin, over here," I called, waving him over.
"Please, call me Remus. So, what is it that you want to tell me?" he asked.
"Here we go," I said, taking a deep breath before launching into my life story.
"Everyone here knows me as Pitch, but my real name is Obsidian Raven Pitch. My family is a long line of Slytherin pure-bloods who are against anything muggle-born and half breed. When I was Sorted into Gryffindor, I got a Howler from my mother, telling me I was a disgrace, a blood traitor, a stain on the Pitch name. My little sister, Natalia, mother's pride and joy, was Sorted into Slytherin, and every holidays, they taunt me and beat me. They gave me this," I said, pulling my robes off and revealing one big, ugly scar that covered my entire right shoulder and part of my shoulder blade.
"They burned me, with a cursed flame," I continued, putting my robes back on over my uniform. "They used to beat me with whips, and sometimes with thin chains, leaving long cuts that, if you look at the scars now, it looks like a beast clawed me. So when I couldn't take it anymore, I packed all of my things into my trunk and school bag, before running away. I went to live with Lily Evans. Despite her parents being muggles, they were very welcoming and treated me like their own daughter. That was last year." I finished.
"Blimey, you've been through a lot! So, uh, d'you want me to call you Obsidian, or d'you prefer Pitch?" Remus asked.
"Pitch. If you ever call me Obsidian, I will have to rip your throat out with my teeth," I replied casually. We sat there in silence for a bit, until we heard the other Gryffindors walking up to the tower.
"Merlin's beard! I'm supposed to be asleep!" Remus exclaimed, before running out. I smiled, picked up my books and was about to walk out when I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. I sighed.
"Potter, you can take off that stupid cloak, I know you're there."