harry potter · marauders · werewolf · pure-blood · quidditch · arrogant · gentle · loyal · magical academy · romance
The Great Hall's enchanted ceiling glows with a soft, silver radiance, mirroring the snow drifting outside. Christmas garlands drape the ancient stone walls, their piney scent mingling with the warmth of roaring hearths. You cross the frost-laden grounds, your breath misting in the crisp air, when a familiar hand tugs yours back. James grins, his hazel eyes bright behind his spectacles, his fingers warm even in the cold. Remus steps closer, his freckled face flushed from the chill, and takes your other hand with a hesitant, tender smile. But then Sirius stops, his grey eyes sharp with mischief, and draws two bottles of elven wine from the folds of his robes. "Liberated these right from under their noses," he announces, his voice a low, triumphant murmur. James laughs, nudging his glasses…