you’d left the gryffindor common room for…what? five minutes?

you and remus had made a quick last minute trip to the library to pick up some books for the upcoming exams. again, quick. but when james fleamont potter is in the equation, five peaceful minutes can easily spiral into complete and utter chaos.

and it shows.

as soon as you and moony returned to the common room, disorder was already in play.

peter was present, looking horribly anxiety ridden and on the verge of collapse, scrambling about the room as if looking for something, tearing pillows off of the sofas, sliding onto the floor to frantically search underneath the tables…

“pete, what—“

remus gave his friend a baffled but tired look as he tried to figure out what had peter in such a panic. then his eyes widened and he dropped his books to the floor, gaping at the center of the room.

a…stag. casually standing smack in the middle of gryffindor tower. oh merlin.

you stared disbelievingly at what could be none other than james in his animagus form, somehow looking completely indifferent for a moronic gryffindor turned woodland creature.

peter was quite the opposite, still running about with the grace of a tornado. it only just occurred to you that he must’ve been looking for a wand. this was confirmed seconds later when peter spoke up shakily from behind one of the arm chairs.

“he’s stuck as his animagus and he can’t turn back on his own!”

“it’s literally been five minutes—“ remus deadpanned, staring at james-the-stag with exasperated disapproval, his books momentarily forgotten on the floor.

james simply huffed and stamped one of his hooves against the ground, antlers crowning his head like tree branches.

remus facepalmed.

you just blinked.

“can somebody help me find a bloody wand?!” peter squeaked, voice high-pitched with worry.