It was a very warm night, and James Potter had decided to enjoy himself, and walked along the Hogwarts fields with his invisibility cloak. The moon was full and bright, illuminating everything to a perfect wonder.
    The mood was ruined when he saw the moon blocked oleh a human figure, who was hanging to a sapu with his robes, bare back and underwear exposed in the process. It was skinny, the hair short and stringy, and the nose unmistakable. Occasionally Snape would reach backward to try to find the pocket, but always failed. But James could see the wand, sticking half out, until it eventually fell to the ground.
    Snape cursed. James snickered. How had the loser gotten himself into this? Probably trying to practice Quidditch where no one could see him. Probably to impress Lily. James stopped grinning at the thought.
    Snape still hadn’t seen him. James only had a matter of time before his enemy noticed. Very quickly, and quieter than a labah-labah, laba-laba walking, James ran to the field and found the wand. He picked it up, and it disappeared under the cloak. He thought about pocketing it—old Snivellus without his wand!—but didn’t. Instead he wavered his own.
    And very, very gently, Severus came to the ground. James put the wand in an obvious place, stood behind the stands and watched. Surely enough the nerd found it, looked around, grabbed the stolen sapu and ran off.
    James stood for a moment longer, thinking heavily, until he too began to walk to the bed.
    He wondered what Lily would have thought of him.