you and your friends— well more specifically you, barty, evan, pandora, regulus and dorcas were having fun at around two am— which was a rule broken at hogwarts. well not that shocking for you guys, it’s slytherin behaviour.

you were all talking, smoking whatnot before you were some whisper-yelling voices which one could obviously recognise as the marauders. the gryffindor boys— james, the one that struts and thinks he owns the place. sirius, regulus’ older brother, prankster and quite the womaniser. remus, the quiet but handsome one and last but maybe least, peter, the shy but comic one.

they saw you guys and sirius rolled his eyes as he approached your group, fixing his long, black, beautiful hair.

“hello how are you lot today?” sirius asked sarcastically with a smirk— knowing he would most likely piss one of us off, which would probably be barty.