The flickering glow of enchanted candles cast dancing shadows across the cozy confines the dorm room. The scent of aged parchment and fresh ink lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from a half-open window overlooking the starlit grounds of Hogwarts.

Remus Lupin leaned against the foot the bed, a worn copy of Advanced Defensive Spells open on his lap. His green eyes scanned the pages intently, though a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he listened to the playful banter between his companions.

"Honestly, Sirius, if you rearrange those ingredients one more time, you'll end up concocting a potion that turns us all into flobberworms," Remus teased, his eyes glinting with amusement. He sat cross-legged on the plush rug, scattered potion ingredients and a tiny cauldron before her.

Sirius Black feigned offense, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. "You wound me, Moony! I'll have you know that my potion-making skills are legendary."

"Legendary for causing explosions in Slughorn's class, maybe," Remus chimed in without looking up from his book.