james potter has the swagger of a champion

[FAIL!Ward to Self]
Vigilantes? At the Hogwarts masquerade? I rather doubt it, Ruddycock.

How's Puddlemere treating you? Oh, that's right. You're too busy mucking around with teenagers to pay that any mind.
[/End FAIL!Ward]

[FAIL!Ward to Students]
You know it's a damn good party when you wake up the next day and you have no concept of who you are! Definitely didn't sleep through Care of Magical Creatures and Charms today.
[/End FAIL!Ward]

[FAIL!Ward to Sirius]
Did you get the chocolate chip biscuits mum sent you?

Speaking of mum, you do realise I can kill you, right? She hasn't stopped asking about Evans for weeks now. I hope you're happy, Pads.
[/End FAIL!Ward]


[Visible to All: added after realising the wards are broken...]
To anyone writing in these things you should probably be forewarned: the wards have been touchy today. Any information you have as to why that might be, send word to your Head Boy. Maybe we can get it fixed.

Everyone ready for the masquerade? I don't know about you lot, but I could use some of that punch right about now...

As your Head Boy I feel obligated to tell you not to do anything I wouldn't do. Come to think of it, I reckon the proper thing to say would be: "Don't do anything I would do." Enjoy yourselves out there tonight.

Evans? I'll meet you in the common room at half five.

[Warded to MWPP]
We will be spiking the punch again this year, lads. I'll distract Evans because you know she'll be hovering.
[/End Ward]

[Warded to Gryffindor // Minus Sirius Black]
It's that time again, folks. Sirius turns 18 in three days. I was planning on throwing him a surprise party, but hindsight reminds me I can't keep a bloody secret from the git. That said, I leave it in your capable hands. I'm going to toss up ideas, and you lot pick and choose your poison. Peter and Remus will be helpful seeing as Sirius doesn't live in their brain near so much, but kindly keep me out of it. It's his last birthday at Hogwarts, so I want it to go down without any major hiccups. This year he will be surprised, so help me! If I catch any of you acting shifty around him, if he begins to suspect, your arse is mine. Just let it be known now.

Peter, Remus, and I are going to have him for the earlier part of Tuesday night. We're going to do our best to convince him we're keeping things low-key this year, something Sirius doesn't do well with. I imagine he'll be in a strop about it, so humour him. If he pouts to you, agree with him that we're horrible mates and we should have done something bigger. When we come back, well, the rest is in your hands. As I said before, I'm pants at keeping secrets from him. I reckon he can read my thoughts by now. The less I know the better our chances at pulling this one off.

Asa? Lucas? You're in charge of entertainment. Peter might be able to help you out there. Might I suggest a mini-tub of jelly for some half-naked birds to fight in. Joking, Evans. All right. They can be fully clothed. Music is a must, but how we get that music I leave up to you. Get creative. You lot can do it. I'm trusting you.

Pete and Remy. You two are in charge of venue and security. The location needs to be somewhere we can easily access without putting Sirius on our trail before he gets to the party. We'll need wards to prevent any outsiders from figuring out what's going on. Remus, if you could steer the other prefects who aren't invited clear of the site that would be much appreciated.

Most gracious, beautiful Evans... I have a favour to ask you. I know you'd sooner toss yourself in front of the Knight Bus than help me, but I am your humble servant. Do me this one, and I'll leave you alone for an entire hour. Promise. When we get back with Sirius, which I reckon will be around half seven or so, I need you to make up an excuse for getting us to whatever venue the boys choose. Maybe some first years are in a spot of trouble? Whatever it is, just make sure it's big enough to warrant Sirius coming along with us. When he turns up at the party, well, the gig is up.

Mary and Dorcas? You two are in charge of food and drink. Remember: the more raunchy, the more it appeals to Sirius.

As for the rest of you, any ideas or jobs you wish to take on, please be my guest. Sirius likes big. We all know this by now. I'm more than happy to throw around further suggestions, but as I've said before, the less I know the better. Just promise me one thing: keep it quiet. I know that's a lot to ask from Gryffindor's house, but you lot can do it.

I'm willing to reimburse any funds you exhaust making this happen. Keep tabs on it, and let me know. Likewise if any of you need me to spot some money up front just keep me informed. As long as I'm not around Sirius, I'll gladly pony up.

And one more thing? If you can read this you are invited to the party. You are to bring anyone you wish, provided they won't piss off my best mate. He's the star of the show that night. Got it? Good.
[/End Ward]

[Warded to Regulus]
I know you don't really owe me anything, but I have a favour to ask you.
[/End Ward]

( Cut for language )

( Warded to Gryffindor Quidditch )

( Warded to Fabian )

( Warded to Rory )

( Warded to Sirius )

[Warded to Gryffindor House]
Party in the common room tomorrow. I think at this point our House could use it. Invite other Houses at your own risk. Any Slytherin supporters might be offered up to the Quidditch gods as a rather imperfect sacrifice. Fair warning.
[/End Ward]

[MWPP]
Vigilante of the Month, lads. I have a good feeling about the game today.

That and I burned a Lion silhouette on the pitch. Minnie found out and tried to work with Sprout to fix it up again, but artificially forcing the grass to grow out only turned the outline scarlet. It's going to be there until the grass grows out naturally. Any magic should only make matters worse.

You're welcome to fawn over my brilliance at your convenience.
[/MWPP]

GO, GO, GRYFFINDOR!!!

[Gryffindor Quidditch Team]
Let's show those snakes what we're made of! Get in formation in 30, you lot. We're going to take to the air in style.
[/Gryffindor Quidditch Team]

Merlin, I love Muggle Studies. Woodshook is far more likely to appreciate Charlie Chaplin than Minnie. As a matter of fact, Woodshock gave my rendition of Chaplin's table ballet a standing ovation today, thank you, come again! Can't say I'm the least bit surprised. It has to be the most inventive thing I've done with scones to date.

[MWPP]
How much shit you think I'd be in if I didn't turn up to the mandatory prefect workshop tonight? I say we go to the Shrieking Shack to celebrate the 13th in style. Let's go raise some hell in Hogsmeade. Any takers?

A word from your Head Boy...

If you plan on skiving off classes to play in the mini-lakes scattered throughout our grounds, try and make sure you don't get caught. We have strict orders to escort you back to class after booking you for a fun-filled weekend of detention served with Minnie. This is your warning.

[Warded to MWPP]
Apparently the Minister wants to break off a piece of my sexy body. Don't worry, lads. I told him to get in line.
[/End Wards]

[Warded to Lily]
How about that date you owe me in our study tomorrow night, Evans? Rumour has it the Head Boy has been added to the Ministry's "naughty" list, and he could use a bit more "nice" in his life...
[/End Ward]

( Warded to Self )

Go, Go...

( Warded to Gryffindor Quidditch Team )

( Warded to Teddy )

( Warded to Marauders )

( Warded to Padfoot )

( application for vigilantes. )