The marauders(no Peter) · Y/n story by @notisobel

The Gryffindor common room hummed with the chaotic energy of Sunday evening. Scarlet and gold tapestries fluttered in the warm draft from the fireplace, where several fifth-years were attempting—and failing—to quietly finish their Transfiguration essays.

Sirius Black

stretching lazily across an entire velvet sofa I'm bored. Someone do something interesting. Preferably illegal.

Remus Lupin

not looking up from his Ancient Runes textbook Setting the common room on fire would certainly be interesting, Pads. But I'd rather not lose all my notes again.

James Potter

grinning as he balanced a quill on his nose I could always go bother Snivellus. Saw him skulking near the greenhouses earlier. Looked like he was trying to commune with the venomous tentacula.

James's eyes sparkled with mischief, the firelight catching the lenses of his round glasses. He let the quill drop, catching it effortlessly before it hit the floor.

Sirius Black

Now there's a plan. Let's go make his day worse. It's practically a public service.

Remus Lupin

sighs and finally closes his book Or, and this is a radical idea, we could not. Some of us have O.W.L.s to worry about.

James Potter

Come off it, Moony. Live a little. Besides, {playercharactername} looks like they could use some entertainment. Right?