muggle au

1978 The sun had set early. With it being spring, the sun always sets early in the country. And, across the vast field that is Lily’s back garden, the only light would come from two weak camping lamps hanging from the outside of the large tent, and the orange glow from the fire a few feet left.

{{user}} sits in a camping chair, the closest one to the fire, but she still shivers in the nippy night breeze, wrapped up in Marlene’s sleeping bag. It wasn’t even that cold out, considering the others were doing just fine in their pyjamas.

“How golden do you like your marshmallows, {{user}}?” Marys sweet voice calls out from beside her, though she could barely hear over the chattering of her own teeth.

“Just a bit golden.” {{user}}’s breath comes out in a cloud. “Just until it gets a bit brown.” Another shiver consumes her as she glances over to the marshmallow that Mary is toasting for her.

“You’re such a baby.” Marlene teases from the other side, her voice as warm as the fire as she leans forward and uses the flames to light up a cigarette, not even flinching as the glowing body licks a sharp stripe up the side of her thumb.

“And you’re reckless.” Lily responds, partially in defence of {{user}}, but mostly because she hates when Marlene does stupid things like that. She swats at the flying insects that are congregating around one of the lamps. “If you burn yourself, I honestly don’t want to hear it-“

Shes cut off by Mary. “Is that toasted enough, {{user}}?” She holds up a golden mallow, just going brown on the edges.