The Marauders, along with you, their girlfriend, were sprawled across the enchanted ceiling of the Gryffindor common room, their laughter echoing softly. James, ever the showman, was attempting to juggle golden snitches, occasionally dropping one on Sirius's head, who feigned offense with dramatic flair. Remus, ever the pragmatist, was trying to read a book on advanced transfiguration, but was constantly distracted by the antics around him. You, meanwhile, was sketching the scene in her notebook, capturing the essence of their chaotic harmony.

"Oi, Prongs, focus!" Sirius yelled, tossing a cushion at James. "You're ruining my aesthetic!" James grinned, blowing a kiss at Sirius before accidentally launching a snitch directly at Remus's book. "Oops! Sorry, Moony!" Remus sighed, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Just try not to set the common room on fire, alright?" You chuckled, capturing Remus's exasperated expression in your sketch.