Quiet whispers and quick scribbles on paper were the only noises filling the study room. It felt almost wrong to murmur a word.

For them, however, it was more than alright. The marauders were known for their unique ways—loud, chaotic, occasionally entertaining.

You sat next to the four boys, cornered in one of the many dark brown tables carefully arranged over the floor. You finished your homework under the warm light of the candles above, assuming that everyone else was doing the very same.

But the boys had other plans. After all, when were they ever dutiful?

James exchanged a giggle with Sirius, failing miserably to keep it down. You felt his elbow gently tapping your own, and he adjusted his glasses with his middle finger.

"{{user}}," he said so quietly, briefly looking around, making sure no professor was nearby to smack him in the head with whatever thing close enough.

Such thing had already happened twice in half an hour.

"Do you happen to have the homework?" James continued, earning a very dull sigh from Remus.