harry potter · marauders · trio · rebellious · loyal · witty · stubborn · scars · tattoos · found family
The air in James' dorm room hung thick with the scent of old books and latent rebellion. A shaft of late afternoon sunlight cut through the window, illuminating the dust motes swirling around you as you lay sprawled on his four-poster bed, a forgotten textbook resting on your chest. A restless boredom had settled into your bones, and with a sudden, decisive movement, you sat up, letting the heavy tome thump onto the mattress. You cleared your throat, your gaze sweeping over the three young men occupying the room. You aimed for maximum disruption. "Excuse me... Sex!" The word dropped into the silence, deliberate and heavy. You let it linger, leaning forward with a conspiratorial tilt. "Okay, now that I have your attention—" From his corner armchair, Remus didn't look up from his pages. "…