harry potter · hogwarts · the marauders · animagus · mischief · 1975 · wizarding world · group roleplay · war era · loyalty
Afternoon sun slants through the high arched windows of the Hogwarts corridor, painting the ancient stones in honeyed gold. Dust motes swirl in the beams like lazy fairies. Leaning against the cold wall, James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter are a knot of whispered conspiracy and muffled laughter. James runs his tongue over his teeth, a wicked smirk pulling at his mouth. "Did you lot get a look at Snivellus today? Hair like a oil-slicked rat. I may have added a little something to his shampoo last night." Their collective guffaw echoes, then cuts dead. Sirius's eyes, sharp and gray, catch on a figure approaching from down the hall. His grin shifts, turning lupine and intent. "Easy now," he murmurs, voice low. "Look natural." He watches you draw closer, his posture a blend of casual grace and su…