After dinner, the girls made their way back to Gryffindor Tower. The common room was empty, as most people had yet to finish dinner, so they managed to find a free table and sat down; Lily, who had been in a bad mood ever since a sour encounter with Severus, folded her arms and frowned at the ceiling. Mary reached out for a copy of the Evening Prophet, which somebody had left abandoned on a chair. Ines looked over her shoulder, skimming over all the words. Eugenia Jenkins was Minister for Magic from 1968 to 1975. She dealt "competently" with pure-blood riots and Squib Rights marches, but was not deemed able to deal with 'recent events' unknown and had been forced from office. The ministry was now considering Harold Minchum as her replacement, a strong force behind the increase of dementors in Azkaban.
Her focus was cut off by the sound of someone tumbling down the stairs, James slid down the girl's dormitory steps, which had turned into a slide. Lily stood from her spot "Potter, what are you doing!" he stood quickly at her voice and ruffled his hair. "Hello Lily-Flower, I was looking for Ines, but she wasn't in your room, and then I forgot about the steps.". He walked to Ines and grabbed her hand, now incredibly out of breath. "How did you get up there in the first place?" Emmeline called from behind them, James only turned and winked. He had taken advantage of his animagus form and made it up the stairs as a stag, as the steps wouldn't recognize him then. "Are you going to tell me what we're doing, then?' asked Ines, laughing slightly. "Up here," said James, and he crossed the common room and led the way through the door to the boys' staircase. She heard the boys from all the way down the hall, there were shouts of excitement and cheers, causing James to start running, pulling her behind him. Some students opened their doors, wondering what the source of all of it knows. Seeing Ines and James sprint in front of them answered their question, and they closed them.
They opened the door to find the three of boys huddled in the center of the room, bent over something. Ines had been up to their dorm numerous times, it was no longer strange. But, in the beginning, she always found it funny how easily their individual personalities came to light in their personal spaces. Remus' bed was always neatly made, his shoes lined up in a row underneath it. Peters wasn't nearly as neat, but rather messy, food wrappers littered the area around his bed, as well as various papers and homework assignments. James was almost as organized as Remus', but looked quite chaotic as it was littered with trinkets and posters all relating to either Quidditch or Gryffindor house. Sirius space was an even mix between James' and Remus' spaces, muggle magazines covered the foot of his bed, some she recognized as she had the same intent as him in buying muggle items to piss her parents off.
Remus looked up and smiled widely at her entrance, holding up a large charms book that he had gotten at last weeks Hogsmeade trip. "You've done it!" Ines yelled, realizing what they were fawning over. She ran over and slid into an open space next to Sirius. He felt him freeze up, but she ignored it, ever since she saw him and Cynthia she decided to block it out of her mind completely while secretly hoping he would do the same. James sat down behind Peter and watched Ines' expression excitedly.
Remus took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the point that his wand had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed: Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present The Marauders Map. It showed every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable thing was the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in minuscule writing. Astounded, Ines bent over it. A labeled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing his study; the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris, was prowling the second floor; and Peeves the Poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room. She saw Gavin in the library with Cuthbert and a few other of his friends.
As Ines' eyes traveled up and down the familiar corridors, she noticed something else. The map showed the set of passages that lead right into Hogsmeade. "There are seven in all, and we've gotten them all. Now, Filch knows about these four," he pointed them out "but we're sure we're the only ones who know about these, and we don't reckon anyone's ever used this one but us, because the Whomping Willow is planted right over the entrance. But this one here is this one leads right into the cellar of Honeydukes". Ines gazed at it in awe, they had only told her bits and pieces about the map. They didn't have any definite plan to finish it and dabbled in the magic of its creation. It was incredible, not only that but the number of things they could now get away with was limitless.
"Don't forget to wipe it after you've used it or anyone can read it," Remus said warningly. "Just tap it again and say, 'Mischief managed' And it'll go blank.". Ines gazed up at him. "Have I told you you're an absolute genius lately?" her smile was bright, almost matching Remus'. Ines stood, making her way to Sirius bed to sit on his trunk "Marauders, huh, where'd you come up with that?". James was quite excited with his answer and showed Ines a book from his bed. It had a giant Pirate on the cover, something Ines only knew of thanks to Lily. "Remus gave me this book for Christmas last year, and there is this man whos talking about a group of boys piloting a ship," He opened the book to a marked page, "he says 'And so, my beloved son, my dear little boy, at the moment America changed forever, your father was traveling through open sea, nervously monitoring his surroundings, armed only with a bat, a 10mm pistol, and six rounds of ammunition, in search of a vicious gang of clever marauders who were 100 percent bad news and had to be dealt with before the wreaked any more havoc'," Ines smiled at him "Sounds a bit like you four". She looked at each of them in turn. All uniquely different, coming together to wreak havoc, yet in perfect harmony. She was so glad to have friends like them.