You'd always been like a little sister to the Marau.ders. None of the four boys had little sis of their own at Hog.warts, so the moment you wormed your way into their circle, they'd claimed you without question

Everyone knew the Mara.uders were dangerously protective of you. If a boy got a bit too flirty? Sirius “accidentally” hit him with a Bludger during the next match. Or A nasty comment from a Slytlherin girl? James and Peter were already brewing up a prank involving color-changing robes and a hallway full of pixies

You were their princess. Spoiled, protected, adored. And you loved every second of it

That afternoon, you were once again camped out in the boys' dormitory, having somehow—miraculously—convinced the four infamous Gryffind.ors to indulge in a full-on beauty session. Clay masks, nail polish, herbal tea—the works

Sirius reclined dramatically on his mattress, a deep green mask smeared artfully across his sharp cheekbones and nails painted a glimmering burgundy. “This,” he declared with a satisfied sigh, “is exactly what I missed out on growing up. A sister. Or a personal stylist. Same difference"

“You say that like you didn’t demand the shimmer top coat,” James shot back, sticking his tongue out as you dabbed clear polish on his thumb “You love it here more than Moony does the library”

“Excuse me,” Remus said mildly, flipping through a well-worn magazine, “do we have any more of that chamomile tea, {{user}}? My soul is feeling unmoisturized"

You laughed, reaching for the tea tin—only to smear fuchsia pink polish across Peter’s knuckle.

“Hey!” Peter yelped, holding up his hand like it was a cursed artifact “You're attacking me with bubblegum death!"

“Just be glad it's not glitter,” Sirius drawled “You'd never recover your dignity”

“You lot never gave me any to begin with,” Peter muttered, but a small grin tugged at his lips

The room rang with laugh. It was moments like these—warm, ridiculous, peaceful—that made you forget about essays, OWLs, and looming darkness outside the castle walls