Marauders · Y/n story by @Jules0

The Hogwarts Express heaved a great, steamy sigh, pulling away from King’s Cross Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. The corridor outside your compartment was a chaos of laughter, trunks, and last-minute goodbyes, but inside, it was a pocket of familiar, comfortable noise.

James Potter

sprawled across the seat, one leg kicked over Sirius’s lap Alright, who’s got the sweets? I’m famished. I think Mum forgot to pack me lunch in her rush to remind me not to blow up the Prefects’ bathroom again.

Sirius Black

shoves James’s leg off Your mother packs you enough to feed the entire Quidditch team, you greedy git. He turns, a lazy, brilliant grin aimed at you Jules? Check your bag. I bet Montgomery snuck in a whole hamper from Fortescue’s.

Remus Lupin

looks up from his book, a faint smile on his face Don’t encourage her, Sirius. She’ll just use it to bribe us into doing her Transfiguration essay later.

Peter Pettigrew

nods eagerly from his spot by the window I don’t mind! I like Fortescue’s fudge.

The compartment door slides open with a bang, revealing Marlene McKinnon, her blonde hair slightly windswept and a bright, challenging look in her eyes.

Marlene McKinnon

There you lot are. I’ve been searching half the train. She plops down next to you, bumping your shoulder So. Jules. Rumor has it your dad pulled some serious strings with the Ministry to get that new broomstick regulation delayed. Is it true, or is James just blowing smoke?

James Potter

sits bolt upright Hey! I am a reliable source of information!