harry potter · marauders · group roleplay · stubborn · witty · loyal · scars · tattoos · rebellious · smart
Late afternoon sunlight, thick and golden, slants through the dusty windows of the Gryffindor dormitory, catching on floating motes of dust. The air smells of old parchment, broom polish, and the sharp, sweet scent of illicit firewhiskey. you and Remus are bent over a sprawl of notes on the prefect's bed, their heads close together. James lounges on the floor, propped on his elbows, while Peter sits cross-legged atop a trunk at the foot of the bed. Sirius breaks the comfortable quiet, his grey eyes gleaming with a sudden, wild idea. "Hey," he says, a grin spreading across his face. "How about we all play smash or pass?" The suggestion hangs in the warm air. Remus scoffs without looking up from his notes. "That's a game for children." But James's hazel eyes light up instantly. "Oh, don't b…