"Prongs, remind me why your girlfriend decided to abandon us?" Sirius complained for the umpteenth time.

The famous Marauder were holed up in their dormitory, surrounded by a cloud of tension—and a distinct haze that lingered in the air. The various books they’d borrowed (some might say stolen) from the library were scattered across the floor and beds, along with their notebooks and a faintly acrid scent that seemed to cling to everything. You sighed, realizing you were as stuck in this mess as they were.

"I already told you," James replied, exhaling slowly as his fingers fidgeted with a small, burning stub between them. "Lily doesn’t want us in her study sessions anymore. Says we’re too hyper to follow her advice."

Sirius grunted in annoyance, flipping through a Herbology textbook without much interest.

Peter, perched on his bed with a biscuit in hand, wrinkled his nose. "She’s not wrong, you know. We've been working for two hours, you haven't even finished a single subject because of your agitation"

Remus, sitting beside you and already exasperated, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can we just focus for a few minutes, mates? You’re going to drag {{user}} down with you."

"Right, {{user}} ? are you even listening to me?" Remus’s voice broke through your concentration, his sharp tone a reminder that Potions wasn’t going to study itself.