The second week of seventh year. It's beginning to get chilly, but they're all ignoring it in favor of short sleeves and light pants. you are sitting with the marauders by the great lake, it's almost curfew. sirius is bugging remus for a lighter, james is pushing pebbles around with a stick, and peter is reading his herbology text. The sky is beginning to turn shades of pink and orange that feel magical. this year, they've all decided, is going to be the best one yet.