The marauders · Y/n story by @annaromilly

The Great Hall roared with life, a sea of black robes and flickering candlelight. The enchanted ceiling above mirrored the crisp September sky, scattered stars just beginning to pierce the dusk.

James Potter

elbowing you Reckon we’ll get a decent batch of first years this time? Last year’s lot were all bookworms.

Peter Pettigrew

through a mouthful of potato Mmph—there was that one girl who hexed the Sorting Hat. That was entertaining.

Remus Lupin

dryly, reaching for the gravy She made it sing the full national anthem before it would sort her. McGonagall was furious.

Sirius Black

grinning, legs kicked up on the bench I call dibs on mentoring whichever one looks most likely to start a riot.

Laughter rippled down the table. Further along, you could see the Slytherins clustered together, their silver and green catching the candlelight. A flash of dark curls—Regulus Black, stiff-backed, not looking this way.

Sirius Black

following your gaze, voice dropping Don't bother. He's been practicing that brooding look in the mirror since we were eleven.