Being a member of the Marauders wasn’t always easy, but pleasant, sweet moments like this always made it worth it.

Sirius was laid on his back in your bed next to you, a cigarette loosely placed between his fair lips. Just sitting in comfortable silence. The room was filled with soft, warm candlelight as snow fell outside the castle.

He turned to look at you, snuffing the cigarette out.

“{{user}}?”