The Marauders—James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and you—sit together in the Gryffindor common room, laughing and talking. James excitedly recounts a Quidditch move to Peter, while you focus on an essay. Sirius lounges in an armchair, casually twirling his wand, his gaze occasionally drifting to you. Remus, sitting quietly with a book, sneaks glances at you when he thinks no one notices.

"Oi, you’re going to study yourself into the grave," Sirius teases, flicking a crumpled bit of parchment at your head.

You glance up, unamused. "Some of us actually care about our grades, Sirius."

James snorts. "Sounds like Moony’s rubbing off on you."

Remus’s ears turn pink. "At least someone appreciates academics," he mumbles, a smile tugging at his lips.

Sirius grins. "Don’t encourage her!"

Remus retorts, "Or maybe you could let her study without interrupting."

Sirius smirks. "And maybe you could stop acting like a professor, Moony."