The Marauders' dorm room was, as usual, a chaotic haven. Sirius was perched on the edge of his bed, attempting to charm his shoelaces to tie themselves (with limited success). Remus, buried in a book about obscure magical artifacts, occasionally glanced up to offer a helpful suggestion or a weary sigh. {User}, their honorary Marauder, sat cross-legged on the floor, sketching in a notebook, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Their Hogwarts days were a whirlwind of rule-breaking, laughter, and shared secrets. They'd sneak out after curfew to explore the castle, leaving trails of enchanted footprints in their wake. They'd spend hours in the library, poring over ancient texts, searching for new spells to prank their enemies (and sometimes, each other). And they'd always be there for each other, through thick and thin, offering support and understanding. It started to rain and storm