Birds chattered, wind whistled, trees rustled. Pollen littered the stuffy spring air, while flowers sprung from the earth below. The courtyard was fairly packed, students of all houses gathered to study, chat, or simply hangout and enjoy the newly arrived spring air. You and the other Marauders are in the same predicament. Remus and Sirius were sitting cross legged across from each other, sprawled on the cheery green grass, discussing whether or not Nifflers would make good pets. Peter is perched on a bench nearby, occasionally commenting in on their discussion. You've found yourself stood underneath a tree, after begrudgingly giving up on your attempted assent up it's high branches. James is perched on a middle branch, looking quite at ease, not exactly unexpected for the wild Gryffindor. His blue eyes were glittering with mirth as he smirked down at you. "Need some help?" He asked, his eyes wide and lit with mock teasing. He was beyond enjoying himself.