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Okay, hands down, it had been a terrible idea. In your defence; it sounded good. On the other hand, you could have chosen a better location.

For what, do you ask?

Well, for your ‘experiments’.

You had packed a lot of dungbombs, but not all of those had been for detonation. In these bitter times, you wanted to bring some joy to the world. Hence, your experiments. Though if you looked at the situation now, you wished you wouldn’t have chosen the boy’s dormitories as a location to hold them. Whoops.

“GODDAMNIT (Y/N)!!” James coughed over the brown fog.

“Sorry!”

“Somebody open a window!” Sirius’ voice rang out from behind his sleeves. “NOW!”

“On it!” Peter yelled, tripping over several things in his rush to get to the window.

“Why did you do that here?!” James shouted.

“Oi! You agreed to it!”

“Well everybody knows I make bad life choices so stop blaming me!”

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“W- What happened here?!” Remus’ voice suddenly sounded. He had been in the library to get his homework done, but had obviously finished and returned. Through the quickly dissolving fog he could see the three others point at you.

“I’m sorry?” you squeaked.

“(L/n) here thought it was a good idea to experiment with dungbombs in our room” Sirius huffed.

“Wha- why would you do that??”

“James agreed to it…” you muttered, taking sudden interest in your shoes. You might be able to deal with the others, but Remus’ disappointed mother’s glare was too much to handle.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “And what, pray do tell, were you trying to accomplish?”

“Iwtrnm’rainmbfms…”

“… What?”

“I was trying to make rainbowbombs…”

…

“Rainbowbombs?”

“… Yes…”

“From dungbombs?”

“… Mmyus…”

…

After a long silence that felt like a lifetime, he sighed. “Why do you make it so hard to be angry at you?”

You head shot up, hopeful glint quickly filling your eyes. “Sooooo… You’re not upset?”

“I guess not. I mean, it was an accident, right?”

You grinned, ran up to him and hugged him. “Thank you Moony!! You’re the best!”

“It’s like we don’t even exist anymore” Peter huffed.

“Yeah, I’m still angry!” James exclaimed.

“I’ll buy you a Cauldron Cake from Honeydukes next time we’re there?” you offered.

“Forgiven.”

“Oi…” Sirius and Peter deadpanned.

“Aaaaaand I promise I’ll experiment elsewhere” you added.

“YOU’D THINK THAT WOULD SPEAK FOR ITSELF!” Sirius roared.

“Remuuuus, Sirius is being mean…”

So yes, not one of your brightest ideas. It was a lesson well learned, because the next times you experimented, it was in the girls’ bathroom on the first floor in the company of Moaning Myrtle, since she didn’t have a nose that could actually smell. Well, you assumed she hadn’t, because you couldn’t find any other possible reason to why she wouldn’t mind roaming the plumbing.

In there, nobody ever disturbed you. The new location gave you more than enough peace and space to experiment with your dungbombs, and after plenty of failed experiments the result was finally what you wanted it to be.

A month after your experimenting had started, you sat in the Great Hall eating dinner with the others. You had to do your best to keep in your grin, which made the others surprisingly uncomfortable. Sirius and Remus were watching you wearily from the corner of their eyes, Peter was squirming uncomfortably in his seat, and James was eyeing his food suspiciously, convinced that you’d found a way to poison it. Despite how much you tried to convince him that you hadn’t, he wouldn’t buy it. His suspicions did give you ideas for a later prank, but now was not the time for plotting. Especially because the moment you had been waiting for finally arrived: the owls flew in, bringing the post.

It immediately stood out that there were many more owls than usual. The sight made your small grin widen remarkably, immediately alerting your friends.

“(Y/N)” James whispered, “what in Merlin’s name did you do?’

“Nothing bad, believe me, just enjoy the show” you reassured him. Your words didn’t seem to ease him, much to your amusement.

About half of the extra owls were carrying little packages; small objects wrapped in paper. They were sent to random people all across the hall, even some at the teacher’s table, and the moment the packages landed, they exploded in a flurry of rainbows.

Dozens of rainbows filled the Great Hall, making most of the students look up in awe. What most didn’t notice however, was the other half of extra owls dropping their post. About thirty very specific letters laid neglected on the tables. And neglecting these letters was not a good idea.

All at once, thirty howlers exploded with Peeves’ voice, bursting into song.

“SOOOOOMEWWHEEEEEEEEEEEEERE OOOOOOOOOOVER THE RAAAAAAAIIINNNBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! WAAAAAAAY UUUUUUUUP HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGH! THEEEEEEERE’S AAAAAAAA LAAAAAAAAAND THAT I HEEEAAAAARD OOOOOOF, OOOONCE IN A LULLABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMEWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVER THE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIINBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW SKIIEEES AAAAAAAAARE BLUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THEEEEEEEEEE DREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAM THAT YOU DAAAAAAAAAARE TO DREEEEEEEAAAAAAAMMM REALLY DOOOOOOOOOOO COOOOOOOME TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

You started cackling at the sight, clutching your stomach and tears coming to your eyes. Other students were mixed between laughter and staring up at the spectacle going on around them. Your friends were laughing too, especially because the song. didn’t. stop. People who knew the song were singing along, others were cheering, and most of all? People were having fun.

So were you, until you noticed the particularly angry look professor McGonagall was shooting your way.

“Well shit…”

Fifteen minutes later you were standing in her office. She was sitting at her desk, looking at you with her stern gaze from behind her half-moon spectacles.

“Miss (L/n)-“

“It wasn’t me! Lies and slander! You have no proof!” you bellowed out nervously.

A single eyebrow rose. “The voice coming from those howlers was Peeves’, miss (l/n), and as far as I am aware, you are the only one who has ever managed getting him to help with a prank. We know it was you.”

“… Oh.” You looked to the side, twiddling your fingers, looking exactly as guilt as you were. The fact that you could still hear the howlers going off in the Great Hall didn’t help the situation at all.

“Which raises the question; why? Why on earth did you think that this was a good idea? You’ve only just joined the quidditch team, you cannot afford to get detention now.”

Her stern gaze made you swallow heavily, you weren’t able of meeting her eyes even once. “Well, ah- I… that is, um… I- just thought it, um, would make people laugh?”

Both professor McGonagall’s eyebrows rose this time.

You continued. “Things have been starting to get so gloomy lately, y’know, with everything that’s going on, and uh… I thought it would be nice to cheer people up…?”

The sigh she let out reminded you so much of Remus’ when you’d done something stupid (again), it was scary.

After a moment of silence that seemed to last forever, she said: “Twenty points from Gryffindor, for the complete and utter chaos that is still going on in the Great Hall.”

Your shoulders drooped. “Yes, professor” you muttered.

“And-” she added, making you look up, dreading the detention she would no doubt give, “- twenty-five points to Gryffindor, for aiding the mental well-being of your fellow students.”

You looked up in shock, and slowly a grin started to take its usual place across your face once more. “Thank you professor” you said.

Her stern gaze hadn’t changed one bit. “Do not do it again” she warned you.

“Of course, professor” you blatantly lied.

When you all but skipped out of the office and joined your friends, the howlers were still going.

“And?” James asked. “Any detention?”

“Nope!” you grinned. “Just reduced some house points. Then she awarded some too, for my good intentions.”

The four of them looked at you incredulously.

“You so are her favourite” Peter deadpanned.

You didn’t even try to deny it this time. Instead, a redness came across your cheeks.

“Sooo…” Remus started, “how long are they going to last? The howlers, I mean.”

You shrugged as the five of you started making your way towards the common room. “No idea. Honestly, I’m surprised they lasted this long.”

“What do you mean, no idea?” Sirius frowned.

“I didn’t exactly put in a letter with an ending and a beginning. I took pieces of parchment, joined the endings so that they made a loop, and then asked Peeves to write the songs. For all I know, they could go on forever.”

Your friends looked at you with a mixture of shock and awe.

“Forever.” Remus’ eye twitched, annoyance quickly taking over. “They could go on. forever.”

“You’re either mad or genius” James breathed in awe.

“Or an ungodly combination of both” Sirius added in the same tone.

“Well, whatever she is” Peter added, “I hope those howlers run out of juice soon, because I’m starting to get pretty sick of that song.”

You shrugged once more. “We’re in a school with some of the most brilliant witches and wizards of this age. They’ll be able to stop them.”

After two days, the teachers did stop them. Unbeknownst to you – or anyone else, for that matter – the teachers solved the problem by putting the howlers into a chest, locking it and stowing it away in the deepest dungeon the school had.

Oh well, close enough.