You were bustling around your shared house with the three boys. The whole place was decorated in your shared photos, gryffindor flags, red rugs and overall warm colors as you headed down the stairs. The place was always warm yet had a light feeling. Remus lit up the fireplace with the end of his wand and sat down next to Sirius who enchanted the brooms to swoop the floors from his spot on the couch. He didn't even have to do much, hot cocoa in one hand and wand between his two fingers as he simply flicked it and tangled it back into his bun before snuffling up to Remus under the blanket.

The whole house felt like magic. It was pretty understandable because not one- but three wizards live there... but not four- three. All you could do while they played with their spells was watch, gasp and applaud while knowing that you compared to your boyfriends are nothing special.

James walked into the house and didn't even have to dust his clothes off of the snow, he simply flicked his wand, like Sirius, and his coat and hat were dry as bone before he threw himself onto Remus and Sirius. Yet you just stood there, on the stairs, hand clutching the wooden rail until your knuckles turned white because you were once again reminded of your haunting normality while staring at your magical boyfriends...