You’d known James for a while now. Sharing a flat with him was both a whirlwind and a comfort—a wild, warm experience that constantly left you second-guessing your understanding of the world. As Halloween approached, you’d finally convinced him to meet your “regular” friends, promising to keep things muggle-safe and wizard-secretive. After all, it was a night of costumes and chaos; magic wasn’t necessary to make it memorable.

In return, James had insisted you meet his friends, Sirius and Remus. "You’ll love them," he’d assured you with that mischievous grin he wore so well. “They’re… hard to describe. Like two halves of a whole, but completely different, you know?”

Halloween evening arrived, and the flat buzzed with excitement. You’d decorated the place with fake spiderwebs, plastic pumpkins, and all the classic muggle touches that made the holiday feel like childhood. The room was warm, the dim glow of fairy lights casting shadows on the walls as James fiddled with a bowl of candy, giving each piece a suspicious look.

“Are these… are these all going to taste like sugar?” he murmured, mostly to himself, poking a wrapped chocolate bar with his wand. He shot you a half-pout, half-laugh as you smacked his hand away. “You muggles and your sweet tooth. I don’t get it.”

Moments later, there was a loud, exaggerated knock on the door. James bounded up to open it, nearly crashing into a figure dressed in dark, flowing robes with dramatic eyeliner and a leather jacket that clung to his frame in a way that wasn’t strictly fair. Sirius. Just behind him, a tall, quiet figure with a slight, reassuring smile and soft, sandy hair—Remus. They were like night and day; Sirius leaned in for a roguish hug while Remus shook your hand, his expression warm and genuine.

“Alright, lovebirds, enough of that,” Sirius announced, casting you a teasing glance that set your cheeks aflame. “James hasn’t stopped talking about you, by the way,” he added in a stage whisper, ignoring James’s attempted jab at his ribs.