[RPG • 0] THE MARAUDERS • Speeltopic - Speeltopics

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Messrs.
Moony, Wormtail,
Padfoot & Prongs
are proud to present
the
Marauder's Map

Rollentopic • Praattopic 1 • Praattopic 2

HOGWARTS, 1976

Het tweede semester van hun vijfde schooljaar start voor de Marauders, maar niet zonder moeilijkheden. Terwijl de leerlingen van Hogwarts School of Magic hun eigen problemen, verlangens en connecties trachten te navigeren, wordt de dreiging van Voldemort's Death Eaters steeds reëler. De terreuraanvallen die plaatsvonden tijdens de Kerstvakantie wegen zwaar door op iedereen en de spanningen zijn voelbaar. De imminente oorlog sluipt steeds dichterbij, maar wat betekent dit voor de leerlingen? Is er nog plaats voor grappen in deze grimmige tijd? Bestaat er nog romantiek als iedereen kanten moet kiezen?

REGELS

✦ De taal waarin je schrijft kies je zelf - bespreek dit wel eerst met je tegenspeler - maar voor het gemak gebruiken we best allen de Engelse woorden zoals Death Eater, Hogwarts en namen van lessen (:
✦ En dan alle huisregels en zovoort, y'all know the drill: wees vriendelijk, gebruik triggerwarnings, bespreek dingen op voorhand, sluit niemand uit, yadiyadiya.
✦ Als je even niet beschikbaar bent, laat het even weten in het praattopic, dan is dat duidelijk voor iedereen. Laat je na een week niks van je horen, dan mag je tegenspeler zijn/haar/hun personage vrij schrijven. Laat je na 14 dagen niks weten, dan wordt je personage een NPC maar kan je altijd terug inspringen. Na anderhalve maand vermoordt Voldemort je personage (mopje, maar laat gewoon iets weten, oké?)
✦ Het is geen canon RPG, maar houdt wel rekening met specifieke gebeurtenissen die in de canon gebeuren. Onderaan heb ik een timeline toegevoegd met wat relevante gebeurtenissen.
✦ Er is géén minimum vereiste voor posts, maar geef je tegenspeler genoeg om op te reageren. That's the point of RPG'ing, my gals (and guys and gays).

TIMELINE

November 3rd 1959
No specific date known 1960

January 9th 1960
March 10th 1960
March 27th 1960
No specific date known 1961
February 16th 1965
1968
circa 1970

September 1st 1971
September 1st 1972
1974

Sirius Black is born.
Peter Pettigrew is born.
Lily Evans is born.
Severus Snape is born.
Remus Lupin is born.
James Potter is born.
Regulus Black is born.
Remus is bitten by Fenrir Greyback.
Pure blood riots.
Voldemort rises to power.
The Order of the Phoenix is created.
The Marauders, Lily and Severus start at Hogwarts. │ Marauders 1st year
Regulus Black starts at Hogwarts. │ Marauders 2nd year
The Marauders become Animagi.│ Marauders 4th year

circa 1975

March 1976
June 1976
1977
June 1978
1979

circa 1980
July 31st 1980
August 1980

October 24th 1981

October 31st 1981

Sirius runs away from home and is disowned. │ Marauders 4th year
The Marauders Map is created. │ Marauders 4th year
Remus becomes prefect. │ Marauders 5th year
Mulciber attacks Mary Mcdonald. │ Marauders 5th year
Sirius plays a practical joke on Severus Snape. │ Marauders 5th year
Snape's Worst Memory - James publicly humiliates him. │ Marauders 5th year
James and Lily are made Head Boy and Girl. │ Marauders 7th year
The Marauders finish Hogwarts.
Regulus Black finishes Hogwarts and attempts to back out of being
a Death Eater. He dies.
Lily Evans and James Potter get married.
Peter Pettigrew becomes a spy for Voldemort.
Harry Potter is born.
Severus Snape tells Dumbledore of the prophecy and begs Dumbledore
to keep Lily safe.
The Fidelius Charm is cast to hide the Potters, with Peter Pettigrew
acting as Secret Keeper.
The End (we don't need to go into detail)

RELEVANTE INFO

✦ Maankalender van 1976
✦ Quidditch teams

Gryffindor
Chasers
James - 5th year
Amos Diggory - 6th year
Alice Fortescue - 7th year - Team Captain

Beaters
Marlene - 5th year
Sirius - 5th year

Keeper
Frank Longbottom - 7th year

Seeker
Mary - 5th year

Slytherin
Chasers
Dorcas - ? year
Evan - 4th year
Pandora - 4th year

Beaters
Barty - 4th year
Rabastan Lestrange - 7th year - Team Captain

Keeper
Emmaline Vance - 6th year

Seeker
Regulus - 4th year

✦ Quidditch matches of the 1975-1976 school year
first Saturday of November: Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw | 200 -120
first Saturday of December: Hufflepuff vs Slytherin | 70 - 180

last Saturday of January: Gryffindor vs Slytherin
last Saturday of February: Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff
last Saturday of March: Ravenclaw vs Slytherin
last Saturday of May: Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

ROLLENxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Gryffindor
✦ Sirius Black | 16 | Year 5 | M | Caeneus
✦ James Potter | 15 | Year 5 | M | ziggystardust
✦ Remus Lupin | 15 | Year 5 | M | Fendyr
✦ Peter Pettigrew | 15 | Year 5 | M | NPC

✦ Lily Evans | 15 | Year 5 | F | bluebanisters
✦ Marlene McKinnon | 16 | Year 5 | F | ziggystardust
✦ Mary Mcdonald | 15 | Year 5 | F | Caeneus

Slytherin
✦ Regulus Black | 14 | Year 4 | M | bluebanisters
✦ Barty Crouch Jr | 15 | Year 4 | M | ziggystardust
✦ Evan Rosier | 15 | Year 4 | M | Caeneus
✦ Severus Snape | 15 | Year 5 | NPC

✦ Pandora Rosier | 15 | Year 4 | F | bluebanisters
✦ Dorcas Meadowes | 15 | Year 5 | F | Fendyr

Ravenclaw
✦ Xenophilius Lovegood | 15 | Year 5 | M | Fendyr

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gryffindor • 15 • muggleborn • fifth year • prefect • with mary • outside

The halls were eerily empty, the portraits silent, some sleeping, others watching with mild curiosity but seemingly deciding not to bother with them. Lily liked it this way. The castle always felt different at night—bigger, quieter, like it belonged to them alone.
A soft sound behind them made Mary stumble into Lily’s back. Lily barely flinched. The light of Mary’s wand faded. Mostly robbed from sight, all Lily could focus on was Mary’s warmth and the sound of her breathing. The footsteps barely registered to her.
“Sorry. I get a little jumpy in the dark.” Her wand lit up again with a simple Lumos.
Lily laughed. “You, jumpy in the dark? I hadn’t noticed,” she teased. Mary’s hand was warm in hers—too warm, really, given how bundled up she was—but Lily didn’t let go. Not yet. The sudden darkness had left her breath caught in her throat, and even though the footsteps had faded, she still felt her sped up heartbeat.
“Let's get out of here, before we get busted.”
Her friend’s face was half-lit by the soft glow of her wand, golden light catching in her curls, in the faint flush across her cheeks. It was probably from the layers of clothing, but Lily still found herself staring a second too long. “Mary, it is fine, don’t worry. You’re acting like we’re about to break into Gringotts” She squeezed her hand. Truthfully, Mary was only making them look more suspicious. “It is not even curfew yet and I can safely say that all the professors like me, we’ll come up with something if we do run into one of them.” The benefit of sticking to the rules most of time, was that if you did break them, you easily got away with it.
She exhaled, watching her breath curl in the dim corridor. “Alright, McDonald,” she whispered, giving Mary’s hand one last squeeze before finally letting go. “Let’s get to that snow before I melt under all these layers.”

By the time they stepped outside, the cold hit them in full force, sharp and biting against their faces. Lily inhaled deeply, taking in the crisp scent of snow and pine. The world beyond the castle stretched out before them, bathed in silver moonlight.
She groaned. “Finally. I thought I was going to pass out in there.” She tore off her mittens, stuffing them into her coat pockets, and lifted her face to the sky, letting the cold air cool her down. “I swear, if the Gryffindor team shoveled all the good snow, I’m hexing Potter on principle.” Which made her think. While the original plan was to make the snowman on the Quidditch pitch, Lily decided to go in a different direction: the lake. For reasons she didn’t understand herself, she yearned to see the moon lighting up Mary’s face. “Come, let’s go to the lake instead.
Lily kept holding on to Mary’s hand. “So, as we are deemed as being boring for going to build a snowman and drink tea afterwards… We should plan a little prank ourselves, don’t you think?”

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evan rosier.
year 4 ★ slytherin dormitories ★ barty

Barty whistled, and after a moment laughed. Evan didn't know if it was because of the question, or something he was thinking about.
"He’d have a fucking heart attack," Barty replied. Evan smirked. And then Barty continued: "Why? Do you want me to tell him?''
Evan barked out a laugh, but something about Barty's tone made him blush too. If he'd been sober, he would've become too self-conscious at that point to keep the eye-contact. However, drunk and high Evan did not give a rat's arse. He felt a rush a warmth and redness creep up his neck towards his cheeks, and quickly nicked the bottle of liquor out of Barty's hands.
''Horrible idea, that,'' he said and sipped from the bottle, lifting his head a little as not to spill. Of course, he did spill a little and roughly smudged it off his shirt with his free hand. ''Although I know a few people who would enjoy seeing your father dead.'' It slipped out. Even though it was true, he wasn't sure if wishing your best friends father dead was the best way to go for a friendship. He knew Barty hated his dad, but Evan also hated his own dad yet didn't wish him dead.
Evan capped the bottle, and threw it somewhere on the bed. He turned on his side, so he was facing Barty completely, with his arms underneath his head like a pillow. If he closed his eyes now, he'd probably fall straight asleep. It wasn't even midnight yet.
He didn't know how to apologize, so he stayed silent, watching Barty's chest expand and deflate with every breathe. And then his eyes drifted upwards towards his friends face again; buzzcut, tattoo, chipped tooth. Everything that made him Barty. His eyes lingered on the lips again.
It wasn't like they kissed all the time. The first time it had happened, had also been the first time they'd smoked weed together. So Evan had blamed it on the weed. And then the next time had been the first time they'd been drunk together. So Evan had blamed it on the alcohol. And then he'd seen Panda kiss girls, and Dorcas kiss girls. And some of them had turned into dates and romances for them; it hadn't been the case for every single one. So if everyone was kissing anyone, why couldn't Evan make out a little with Barty. So he had stopped making excuses for himself and just let it happen when it happened.
And the fact that Evan barely made out with anyone except Barty lately, that was just a coincidence. Right?
In the end, all he said was: ''Best to keep it a secret then.'' It was almost a whisper.

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MARY MARGARET MCDONALD
Year 5 ♡ Outside ♡ W/ Lily

Lily's words did have a calming effect on Mary. Especially when they finally found themselves outside, she eased into the whole 'sneaking outside' thing. She wouldn't call herself a goody-two-shoes by any means. Yet, sometimes, she had the feeling that her friends didn't realize the effect consequences like detention, or loss of points - or just general disappointment by teachers - had on her. Even though she knew Marlene and Lily had as much on the line as she did, they seemed to be able to simply turn their worries off. Whereas to Mary, that was harder than an Ancient Runes exam.
Mary exhaled her worry. And inhaled the cold air. The light of the moon, the smell of pinewood, the screeching of owls in the distance. She closed her eyes.
''I swear, if the Gryffindor team shoveled all the good snow, I’m hexing Potter on principle,'' Lily said. Mary looked at her. She had her face lifted to the sky, a red blush on her cheeks. Mary laughed.
''I think Alice would be the person to blame for that, considering she's team captain,'' she replied, and hooked her arm around her friend's. ''But I'm sure James had something to do with it.'' She wondered if Lily liked James more that she let on. He had been attempting to court the redhead since first year, and while Lily had been adamant that she did not like the attention - or him - in any way, he did come up in conversations more than she was probably aware of. Mary liked James, but she could do well without hearing his name so often. He'd been named 'the Gryffindor golden boy' more times than she could count, and although James was nice and charming and good in most subjects, Mary thought that rewarding someone who had pretty much everything given to him since birth, seemed a bit excessive. The title would be more suiting to a muggle-born who's had to learn everything in half the time the half- and purebloods get.
Mary slipped her gloved hand into Lily's bare one again and squeezed softly. ''Maybe not the pitch, for everyone's wellbeing, then?''
Simultaneously, Lily said: ''Come, let’s go to the lake instead.'' Mary nodded.
As they set off towards the lake, Lily continued: ''So, as we are deemed as being boring for going to build a snowman and drink tea afterwards… We should plan a little prank ourselves, don’t you think?''
Mary smiled, ''Alright. What did you have in mind?'' She let her hand brush against the bushes along the path to the lake. In the distance, she could already see the shimmering surface off the water, ricocheting the light of the moon on the small waves. ''If this is considered boring, I love being boring,'' she said and winked at her friend. ''Especially if I can be boring with you.'' Mary placed a hand on Lily's upper arm, with the other still holding her hand. She gently swayed them back and forth, enjoying the nightly stroll.
Mary called herself an eventplanner, but not a prankster. She knew how great she was at throwing parties, having her own ways to gather decorations, attractions and refreshments, but when it came to jokes and harmless pranks, she was clueless. She enjoyed watching the Marauders goof off and fool around - if nobody got hurt in the process - and would happily tag along if Marlene or Lily had troublemaking plans, yet she was self-aware enough to realize she'd never be the brains behind such an operation.
Thinking out loud, she said: ''We could enchant snowballs so they don't melt and hide them in their dorm?'' That would be easy to do in Marlene's bed - although Mary was unsure if Lily would consider Marlene an unfortunate subject as well - but Mary had never attempted to get into the boys dormitories before, not even when she was dating Sirius. ''Or we just attack them with snowballs when they come back from the party, muggle-born style?'' She disliked calling herself, or Lily, that, but she also enjoyed the fact that it was something they had in common.

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Marlene McKinnon
16 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Slytherin Common Room• w. Dorcas

Dorcas exhaled some smoke, blowing it downward, and glanced over her shoulder to where she had left Xenophilius. She smiled softly at him. It was so fucking gross. Couldn’t people just leave their love lives out of Marlene’s face for Merlin’s sake?
“Do you mean Xeno?” Dorcas asked. “He’s perfectly able to entertain himself without me.”
She handed the cigarette back to Marlene, who made an effort to keep it out of hands’ reach from the Slytherin, not wanting her to nick it again. Dorcas picked up one of the discarded black chess pieces. “And not that it really matters, but he isn’t my boyfriend,” she added. “At least not romantically,” she continued with a shrug. “I’d rather call him a soulmate of sorts.”
Marlene eyed Peter desperately, but he gave her an I have no idea kind of look. So she made a gagging sound. “What do you need a soulmate for when you have friends, right, Pete?”
“Assolutamente,” Peter said in fluent Italian.

“Anyhow. The Astronomy assignment.” Dorcas smiled and sat down, crossing her legs with care, straightening the fabric of her skirt as she settled.
She glanced at Peter, offering him a smile. “You don’t mind, do you, Peter?” she asked, taking another sip from her glass.
Peter mumbled something in response, and Marlene guessed he was too shy to look her in the eye.
“So,” Dorcas continued, focusing back on the conversation. “What constellation would you prefer? I think we need to pick two, but it would be easier if they’re close together. That way, we can stargaze and analyze more efficiently, don’t you think?”
Her words picked up speed as she spoke. “I think a lot of students will pick the Hippogriff, since it’s one of the most famous ones, or Orion’s Belt, but my personal favorites are the Dragon and the Lion’s Mane.” She brought her glass to her lips once more. “So, what do you reckon?”
Peter was desperately eyeing the karaoke machine at the back of the common room.
“Go on,” Marlene said, kicking Peter under the table. “You have fun.”
Peter was as shit at Astronomy as Marlene was, and since he also couldn’t keep up with the conversation in English, she figured she’d better put him out of his misery.
The gesture was appreciated—Peter shot up from the table, asking if it was really okay using big puppy-dog eyes, and Marlene assured him it was.

When he’d sauntered off, Marlene brought her attention back to Dorcas and sighed loudly, slamming her head on the chess table.
“Dorcas, do you know this is a party?” she asked, cheek still resting on the board as she looked up at the Slytherin girl. “Can we at least make it a bit more fun to talk about an assignment at a party?” she suggested.
Marlene perked up as an idea struck her. “We make it a game,” she decided. “A drinking game.”
She shot Dorcas a firm look, making sure she didn’t interpret this as another assignment.
“Take a sip for each magical property we can name, assign a drink for linking it to Muggle astrology, and drink if you mix up wizarding and Muggle beliefs.”

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Xenophilius Lovegood

Ravenclaw • 15 • Fifth Year • Slytherin Common Room • With Pandora, Sirius and Remus

“Oh. I like your directness,” Pandora said. “Let’s discuss this.”
Before Xeno could respond, she let go of Sirius’ hand, reaching out to grab his instead. Xeno was momentarily stunned by the boldness of the move, but it wasn’t unwelcome. “You two better behave. I know where you live, and trust me, I can easily get the password to the Gryffindor tower.” Her threat was accompanied with a big smile on her face.. “Come, Xeno,” she added, tugging him along and Xeno let it happen.
It was funny, really. Xeno had expected some kind of pushback, some questions, but instead, Pandora led him through the crowd like it was the most natural thing in the world and seemed interested rather than suspicious of his question. Pandora grabbed a drink and shoved it into his hand, to then further guide him through the room. There was something oddly comfortable about being led around by Pandora, even though this wasn’t how he usually interacted with people.

As if on cue, Noodles stuck his tongue out at Xeno, and Pandora’s voice cut through his thoughts. "This is Noodles, our pet snake," she said, her hand gently stroking the little creature now perched on her shoulder. “He’s smelling you.”
Xeno hadn't been smelled by a snake before, at least, not that he was aware of, so he watched attentively as the animal took him in.
“So is this Hogsmeade-thing a date or a friends thing?” Pandora asked.
"Well, it’s actually a 'fake date,'" Xeno said. "So it would be a combination of a date and a friends thing. That’s why it should just be the two of us," he explained. "Though I wouldn’t mind the extra company—" He added, glancing down at Noodles. "Assuming, of course, that your friend doesn’t mind joining us. Though I’m not sure if Hogsmeade allows snakes… haven’t heard of any shops catering to them yet."
"The thing is," he began, softly tapping the windows behind them, "I’m actually working on a little… hypothesis. The hypothesis is this: Can you make someone jealous by fake-dating someone else? Like… can you create enough of a reaction by pretending to be interested in someone, in order to get the attention of the person you actually want to notice you?"
He brought his gaze, which had briefly shifted to the chessboard across the room, Dorcas and Marlene were now sitting alone, to meet Pandora’s eyes. "Do you know what I mean?"

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James Potter
15 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Slytherin Common Room• w. Regulus

“Slipped through your fingers, did it?” Regulus echoed, voice dripping with sarcasm. He crossed his arms, standing there like he’d just been caught in the middle of some embarrassing moment. “Just like that puck, this morning, I bet. You seem to have a habit of letting things slip through your fingers, Potter.”
James rolled his eyes, fighting back the urge to snap back. Regulus’s voice always had that tone—like he’d been born with an attitude problem. And maybe he was.
The guy was right, though. It wasn’t like James didn’t have a tendency to mess up, but when he did, it was usually on purpose. He didn't let things just "slip." He meant to stir things up. But whatever. There was no point in trying to explain that to someone who couldn’t take a joke. So instead, James just gave him a lopsided grin and let it slide. He had come to Regulus for a reason, so he explained how he was in need of a little bit of assistance with a potion project he’d been working on.

Regulus tilted his head slightly, sizing him up like a snake eyeing its prey. He’d bet that snake Pandora ws holding was keen on this guy. Regulus let a silence fall between them, and he let it stretch longer than it needed to. James didn’t break his stare though. He’d gotten used to this behaviour by now: Regulus Black, always the one to look at him like he was the one with the problem.
“You expect me to believe Slughorn sent you to me for help? You, of all people?” His voice was almost amused, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. “Either you’ve made a disaster of this potion, or you’re more desperate than you let on.”
James’s face remained neutral, but inside he was grinning. Yeah, that was the point. He didn’t want to outright ask Regulus for help, but if it worked, it’d be worth it.

Regulus stepped closer. “What’s the problem? Why don’t you ask Dorcas or that Lily of yours instead?” Regulus eyed him coldly and cocked an eyebrow. “And don’t bother lying to make it sound more interesting. If I agree to waste my time on this, I’d rather know what I’m actually dealing with.”
“Yeah, yeah, your time is oh so precious,” James said mockingly. “Here’s the truth then: Dorcas got fed up with me talking too loudly in the library while helping me out, so she's out of the question.” He paused, messing up his hair again, “And Lily? She’s not mine. Don’t let her hear you say something like that, or I swear she’ll come after you. Anyway, she’s not interested in Quidditch. She’s terrified of heights,” James continued, crossing his arms. “So, you see, I actually need someone who knows enough about Quidditch to help me out. Someone who can actually fly and test the damn thing, since that’s the only way it’ll work.”
James also took a step forward, towering over Regulus. “So, maybe I am desperate, Regulus. But instead of standing there with your arms crossed, all defensive and talking about wasting time, how about you just stop being an uptight prick and tell me if you’ll help or not?” James said. "And if not for extra credit, what is it you do want in return?"

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Barty Crouch Jr.
15 • Gryffindor • Year 4 • @ Dorms • w. Evan

Evan’s response was a bark of laughter, but he blushed too. It was subtle, but Barty noticed it. Evan grabbed the bottle from Barty’s hand, and when he drank from it, he didn’t bother to hide his sloppy movement.
“Horrible idea, that,” The bottle tilted as Evan’s lips wrapped around it, and Barty’s gaze briefly lingered on the way Evan’s mouth moved, the shape of his lips. He then wiped a bit of liquor off his shirt.
“Although I know a few people who would enjoy seeing your father dead.”

Barty froze. There was a part of him that wanted to laugh, to shrug it off like Evan had, tossing the bottle underneath the bed. But something about it felt different—something about the way Evan said it, as if it were just another fact in their world.
So he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stared at Evan for a moment, no longer focused on his lips like before.
Evan didn’t seem bothered at all. If anything, he seemed casual. Maybe it was just the liquor, maybe it was just the way things had been between them; spilling out truths when drunk like it was nothing.
Evan shifted, turning onto his side so he was facing Barty fully. His arms tucked under his head like a pillow, his gaze steady.
Barty didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do. He had a hundred responses, a thousand things he could say, but none of them found their way to his lips.
When Evan finally spoke again, his voice was soft, almost a whisper. “Best to keep it a secret then.”

Barty’s chest tightened at the words. Again he didn’t answer right away. He let the silence linger, taking another slow drag. And then, he finally found what he was looking for: the sweet spot, tipping over the edge. A sense of carelessness, of being freed from time, with only the present moment existing, no other timelines, no other places, just here, now. It was freeing.
"Is that what you want?" Barty’s eyes shifted to meet Evan’s, only to drop them back to his lips, this time not bothering to hide it. "Both things? My dad dead, and this—"
Slowly, Barty leaned in and kissed Evan.
It wasn’t slow, but it wasn’t rushed either. The kiss was rough, urgent, yet there was something tender in the way Barty pulled back slightly, something he never did with Isolde or anyone else. Only with Evan did he allow just enough space to breathe against his lips.
"—this a secret?"

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25 feb 2025 - 21:54 Kestis is offline

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Dorcas Meadowes
Slytherin ✯ 15 ✯ Year 5 ✯ Prefect & Chaser ✯ Slytherin Common Room w/ Marlene

Dorcas was of to a bad start. For some reason unknown to the Slytherin, the mention of 'soulmates' made Marlene gag. Dorcas tried not to look too disappointed, which she kind of succeeded in but only due to the fact Peter suddenly seem to speak fluent Italian. Everything she learned about the boy seemed to amaze and confuse her at the same time.

Peter left after Dorcas ended her Astronomy monologue. Probably for the better, she thought. He'd looked so uncomfortable she couldn't help but feel bad for him. He slugged off towards his friends who were occupying the karaoke machine at present, and Dorcas was happy to have Marlene's undivided attention. That would only help her odds of success.
Unlucky for Dorcas, Marlene didn't seem to share her enthusiasm for star-gazing and constellations.
''Dorcas, do you know this is a party?'' Marlene sounded bored with her head on the table.
Dorcas looked at Marlene and blinked. Twice. Of course she was aware, what was her point?
''Can we at least make it a bit more fun to talk about an assignment at a party?'' Marlene continued. Dorcas' mouth made a little 'oh'. She was about to ask what Marlene had in mind, when the blonde girl shot up from the table: ''We make it a game. A drinking game. Take a sip for each magical property we can name, assign a drink for linking it to Muggle astrology, and drink if you mix up wizarding and Muggle beliefs.''
''Now?'' Dorcas asked and placed her finger upside down on the table to add force to her question. She'd intended to spit-ball some ideas with Marlene, perhaps decide on a constellation and a date to go star-gazing, not attack the assignment full force right this moment. But remember your goal, her inner voice told her. So if Marlene liked to do school assignments via drinking games, Dorcas had no choice but to agree.
''I- well,'' she struggled and looked around. She leaned back on the back legs of her chair, trying to reach a piece of parchment paper and a quill that was left behind on a little table next to the big couch. They'd have to write down their findings somewhere, of course. Dorcas felt her skirt hitch up and quickly placed a hand on her upper leg to keep everything PG, before she let herself fall back on all four legs of the chair.
''Alright,'' she said then and placed the parchment and quill on the table between them. ''Drink of choice?'' she asked and then burrowed her brow with a playful smile, ''Wait, let me guess...'' Dorcas placed a finger on her bottom lip, tapping it as she studied Marlene's face, hair, choice of jewelry and clothing. It was all very superficial, but it was meant to be a friendly-natured joke. ''Craft beer or mulberry wine?'' She waited for Marlene's answer, then got up and got them two fresh glasses - one red wine, the other whatever Marlene asked for - and also placed them on the table. She was only missing one more thing now...
Dorcas looked at the bookcases in the common room, reading the titles with half-closed eyes, until she found the one she was looking for: the Atlas of Celestial Anomalies by M. P. N. Carneirus, her favorite on celestial bodies.
She put the last item on the table, after clearing the chessboard and pieces, and opened it up to reveal a large drawing on the night-sky and all the constellations. The Lion's Mane was already smiling at her. She crossed her hands under her chin, elbows on the table.
''Shall we begin?'' she asked eagerly, already thinking of numerous fun facts about the constellation. ''Did you know the brightest star of the Lion is called Regulus?'' Dorcas looked up at Marlene with a little twinkle in her eye. ''It's often referred to as the 'Heart of the Lion'. Ironic, isn't it?''
The first time she'd read about it, they had been twelve and Sirius had already been a Gryffindor for a year, while Regulus had just been sorted into Slytherin. Dorcas had laughed about it, remarking the irony of it. The Black brothers had not joined her.
''But I suppose that is more a fun fact than a property,'' Dorcas said, and picked up her glass of red wine. ''A property would be the influence on protection spells like Protego, which are extra potent in the spring, when the Lion's Mane is more visible.'' She wrote the words down as she was saying them and then sipped her drink. Dorcas looked up at Marlene. ''Am I doing it right?''

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evan rosier.
year 4 ★ slytherin dormitories ★ barty

''Is that what you want?'' Evans eyes flicked upwards, meeting Barty's. But then the other boys eyes dropped down. They were thinking about the same thing, Evan realised. "Both things? My dad dead, and this—"
Evan stopped breathing when Bartys mouth finally met his. He closed his eyes. If the world ended right this moment, he wouldn't have noticed. Evans hands were stuck beneath his head, so he lifted it a little, already reaching out to pull Barty closer - but Barty moved away, just slightly.
"—this a secret?" Barty finished his sentence, but Evan had absolutely no clue what he was on about. All he wanted to do was pull him closer, taste him, savor him. Had they been talking before? He couldn't remember. He was painfully aware of the speed of his heart rate, felt it beating in his neck and only hoped it wasn't as loud as he thought it was.
Evan put a hand on Bartys arm, pulling him closer and pressed their lips together again, urgently. It was a little sloppy, as he was quite drunk, but it couldn't have been worse than their first kiss, a year or two ago. He opened his mouth, wanting more, but then had the take a breathe - the one he was still holding.
''Fuck,'' he breathed, mostly to himself. His head was spinning but he wasn't done. Tentatively, he looked up and down from Barty's eyes, trying to ascertain if this was still good, if the other boy still wanted this, but then his body just took over. One hand curled around the back of Barty's neck, the other remained on his arm, Evans fingers clutching the fabric of Barty's shirt almost desperately. He let his lips brush over the other boy's, savoring the mixture of firewhiskey, cigarettes and something that was just purely Barty, musky but also sweet. But then, annoyingly, Isolde's face popped up in Evans mind. His opened his eyes and cringed.
''Fuck,'' he said again and rolled over to lie on his back. Fucking Isolde. And then that image got followed up with his interpretation of the muggle girl - and then the fictional muggle boy in the club. Evan placed two fingers on the bridge of his nose and squeezed it, his eyes closed, as he tried to get their faces out of his mind.
He looked a Barty and coughed a small laugh. ''I'm so high,'' he announced with an awkward smile on his lips. He hated this feeling.

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Barty Crouch Jr.
15 • Gryffindor • Year 4 • @ Dorms • w. Evan

Barty felt Evan go still beneath him the moment their lips met. He held his breath before melting into the kiss. It was a rare thing, to catch Evan off guard, and something about that sent a thrill through him.
He kissed him deeper, relishing the way Evan responded, the way his lips parted just enough, the heat of his breath mixing with his own.
"—this a secret?"
Evan didn’t answer, and honestly, Barty wasn’t sure he cared about the question anymore. Before he could decide if he did, Evan had already pulled him in again, closer this time. The second kiss was messier, but neither of them cared. It was all firewhiskey and weed and something else.
"Fuck," Evan breathed against his lips, it made Barty lightheaded and eager for more.
When Barty opened his eyes, he found Evan’s unfocused, hazy, and searching, though Barty wasn’t sure what for. Barty held still, waiting, not wanting the moment to slip through his fingers.
Evan’s hand curled around the back of Barty’s neck, the other gripping his sleeve tight enough to pull. Barty let himself be drawn in. Evan brushed his lips just slightly against Barty’s, enough to taste him—it was frustrating. He wanted more, to taste him fully.
"Fuck."

Barty barely had time to process the way Evan tensed before he pulled away completely, rolling onto his back.
The loss of contact was immediate, it was jarring. One second, Evan had been pressed against him, warm and wanting, fingers gripping him like he was afraid to let go. And now? Now he was staring at the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was trying to rid himself of a headache, if not something worse.
Barty didn’t move. He just watched.
Then Evan let out a short, forced laugh, turning his head just slightly to look at him. His smile was awkward, almost apologetic Barty thought.
"I'm so high," he announced.
Barty just stared at him, exhaling slowly.
"Yeah," he said. "No shit."
He kept himself in place, still in the same position Evan left him in, not quite ready to give up yet and roll over like Evan did. He could feel something grow in his chest, annoyance, disappointment, want.
What just happened? What horrible thing had just crept into Evan's mind? Barty hated it, hated the distance, hated that something else had stolen him for even a second. But he wasn't going to let go, he couldn't.

So he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand trailing absently along the hem of Evan’s shirt, fingertips ghosting over the skin just beneath it.
“Did I hear that right?” Barty asked, switching the subject, no longer focussing on them. His fingers brushed against Evan’s stomach again. “Pandora made out with Avery at the Christmas party?”
Barty scooted closer to Evan, leaning in. His weight shifted, pressing his knee lightly between Evan’s, just enough to part them a little.
Ever since their first kiss almost two years ago, Barty had been waiting for the next time. Hoping it would happen again, more often, that nights like this; hazy conversations just the two of them, kissing maybe once or twice and laughing until their stomachs ached. Sometimes he even hoped it would become something constant. Something real, whatever that meant, but like not something that only happened when all the right components aligned.
And for a while, they had been. Not every time, not always, but often enough that Barty had started to believe in the pattern of it. That maybe, if they just kept going like this, it would stay. But now…
Maybe it was the pressure of their fourth year, the looming weight of expectations of their families. Maybe it was the firewhiskey, the weed, or the fact that it was Evan’s birthday, and Barty wanted to celebrate with him properly. They were fifteen now, no longer celebrating their birthdays the same way they did when they were twelve, by shooting Every Flavour Beans out of their noses and other nonsense.
Maybe it was all of it. But whatever it was, he didn’t want to wait for another night or another time.
Because what if it didn’t happen again?

What if whatever just flickered across Evan’s face, the hesitation, the doubt, started happening more often? What if he decided that whatever they had been doing was weird, and wrong, and pulled away for good? It didn’t seem like that, not when they kissed just now. Evan had melted into him, pulled him in, wanted him just as much as Barty had wanted him. That wasn’t fake. That wasn’t hesitation.
So Barty wasn’t going to give up. Not yet.
Sure, Evan was high. But so was he. Weren’t they high almost every weekend? That had never stopped them before.
Barty smirked, fingers still ghosting along the hem of Evan’s shirt, and asked, “You wanna test out the new deck tomorrow?” He asked, “Maybe go to Hogsmeade?”

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slytherin • 15 • pureblood • fourth year • chaser • with xeno • slytherin common room

"Well, it’s actually a 'fake date,'" Xeno explained. "So it would be a combination of a date and a friends thing. That’s why it should just be the two of us. Though I wouldn’t mind the extra company—" Xeno looked at Noodles. "Assuming, of course, that your friend doesn’t mind joining us. Though I’m not sure if Hogsmeade allows snakes… haven’t heard of any shops catering to them yet." Oh, Pandora rarely met people who weren’t instantly scared of Noodles. Her eyes lit up instantly. Barty once told her that snakes lack the brainstructure to feel emotion and to love, but Panda didn’t believe that. And that Noodles just curled around her to profit from her warmth, arguing it was a loveless hug. Pandora ignored it. He was just still annoyed by that one time Noodles had bitten him.
“That is really sweet of you, but Noodles doesn’t really like the snow,” she sighed. “So it is better if he stays here. Otherwise he might eat someone’s cat as a revenge plan.” It wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

"The thing is," Xeno continued. "I’m actually working on a little… hypothesis.”
That one word, hypothesis, was enough to catch her attention completely. Xeno might as well have waved a wand and cast an enchantment over her.
"The hypothesis is this: Can you make someone jealous by fake-dating someone else? Like… can you create enough of a reaction by pretending to be interested in someone, in order to get the attention of the person you actually want to notice you?" He glanced at Dorcas and Marlene, who were chatting cozily together, before returning his gaze to her. “Do you know what I mean?”
Oh. Oh. He definitely had a crush on one of them. Probably both. Pandora’s eyes widened as she gasped, gripping Xeno’s hand like he had just given her the most exciting piece of new she’d ever heard. “Oh! So it would be a fake date? To make someone jealous?” She practically vibrated with excitement, giving his arm an enthusiastic shake. “That is a brilliant idea.” She figured, at least. It wasn’t her kind of thing to get jealous, so the boos and baas were like a stranger to her.
She was already dragging him toward a quieter corner of the room like they were conspiring on the most important mission of the century. Noodles, comfortably curled around her shoulder, flicked his tongue, adding his own silent approval. Her grip on his hand tightened as she leaned in conspiratorially. “If we really want to sell it, we should add a little exclusivity. Like, if someone tries to interrupt us, I’ll just pull you closer and act like we were in the middle of something so so fascinating and so private that they’ll immediately feel like they’re intruding. ” She let go off him and clapped her hands. “Is this an one-time fake date thing, or a multiple time fake date-thing?”

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_{_REMUS}
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gryffindor • 15 • halfblood • werewolf • fifth year • prefect • with sirius • slytherincommon room

“Remus barely had time to react before Sirius had looped their arms together and knocked back the shot with reckless enthusiasm He followed suit, the liquid burning his throat and making his eyes water. He coughed into his sleeve, grimacing. “Merlin, that’s vile.” If everything at the Slytherin party tasted that strong, Remus would stick to that one shot. It would help with his aching limps, but certainly not with walking.
Sirius, predictably, took it worse, clutching at his throat like he’d just been personally victimized by Pandora’s drink choice. Remus gave him a firm pat on the back as he choked back his own laughter. But then, just as quickly, Sirius seemed to melt, his usual sharp energy smoothing into something softer. He slung an arm around Remus’ shoulders, his weight warm and familiar. Remus should have expected that. Whatever was in that drink, it worked fast. It was comfortable, warm – and dangerous.
Remus could feel the heat of him, solid and real, pressing into his side. The casual weight of Sirius against him sent an uninvited warmth creeping up his neck, pooling in his chest. He silently blamed it on the shot, on the alcohol coursing through his veins far too quickly. He rolled his eyes to cover his flustered state, but his lips betrayed him, tugging into a small smirk despite himself
He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips. “You were going to get absolutely hammered anyway,” he pointed out as Sirius tugged him forward, Pandora in tow.

And then there was Xenophilius Lovegood.
Remus watched with mild amusement as Xeno confronted Sirius about being here. There were few people who spoke to Sirius that directly, all — apart from Slytherins – wanting to be liked by him. It was the way Xenophilius turned to him that made Remus straighten slightly. Remus had half a mind to retort, but Sirius was still draped over him like an oversized, dramatic cloak, and frankly, it wasn’t worth the effort. He just shrugged. “Someone has to keep those rascal friends of mine in check.” Not that he was doing a particularly good job of it.

Remus let out a slow breath, tilting his head back to glance around. The room was still buzzing with movement, but somehow, it felt like everyone had conveniently decided to drift elsewhere. “Everyone is leaving us, Paddie. I think we’re doing something wrong.” Remus sighed, already regretting all of his life choices that led to this moment. But Sirius was grinning at him like that—like he had a secret, like he was already planning some kind of mischief—and maybe, just maybe, Remus would let himself enjoy the chaos for a little while. “If you think I am going to make a fool of myself by singing into that thing,” Remus pointed at the machine, “then you’re absolutely wrong. You can go, I’ll watch and admire you”

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Marlene McKinnon
16 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Slytherin Common Room• w. Dorcas

"Now?" Dorcas asked, pressing a finger against the table as if to emphasize her disbelief.
Marlene grinned as Dorcas wavered, caught between hesitation and agreement.
Marlene shrugged, propping an elbow up on the chair’s armrest. "Unless you have a better plan."
''I- well,'' Dorcas sighed, leaning back on the hind legs of her chair to snatch up a stray piece of parchment and a quill. Marlene watched as the movement sent her skirt riding up, as Dorcas' hand shot down to smooth it over her leg. Maybe she should tell Dorcas to ditch the skirts and start wearing pants, with how much she was bothered keeping herself decent, it was rather distracting.
''Alright,'' Dorcas straightened up and placed the parchment between them., “Alright.” A pause and a playful smile. “Drink of choice?”
Marlene leaned forward, tilting her chin up in mock consideration, but before she could answer, Dorcas cut her off.
“Wait, let me guess…” Dorcas tapped a finger against her bottom lip, scrutinizing her with an exaggerated, thoughtful expression. “Craft beer or mulberry wine?”
Marlene snorted. “Are you stalking me, Maedowes?” How did Dorcas know?
Dorcas didn’t argue, just disappeared for a moment to fetch their drinks. When she returned, she placed a fresh glass of red wine in front of herself and a craftbeer in front of Marlene.
Marlene picked it up, swirling the liquid as she watched Dorcas move toward the bookcases, trailing her fingers across the spines until she found whatever it was she was looking for.

She returned with a heavy book, Atlas of Celestial Anomalies, and cleared the chessboard before setting it between them.
Marlene raised an eyebrow. “Going all out, huh?”
Dorcas ignored her and flipped the book open, settling on The Lion's Mane Her eyes lit up as she propped her chin on her hands.
“Shall we begin?”
Marlene smirked but nodded, lifting her glass to her lips. “Enlighten me.”
Dorcas was already beaming, her finger tracing over a bright star as she spoke. “Did you know the brightest star of the Lion is called Regulus?” She glanced up, eyes twinkling. “It’s often referred to as the ‘Heart of the Lion.’ Ironic, isn’t it?”
Marlene huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “The Blacks. It's always about the bloody Blacks.”
Wasn’t there a single person in this castle that wasn’t absolutely mesmerized by the stupid Black brothers? After four year Marlene’d gotten used to Sirius, but she didn’t want to risk getting to know another posh rich boy with the same last name.
''But I suppose that is more a fun fact than a property,'' Dorcas took a sip of wine before continuing, shifting from history to properties. ''A property would be the influence on protection spells like Protego, which are extra potent in the spring, when the Lion's Mane is more visible.'' She wrote the words down in her pretty handwriting as she was saying them and then sipped her drink.
Marlene watched her for a moment.

Dorcas looked up. “Am I doing it right?”
Marlene’s stomach did something annoying: it tightened and twisted. And her mind did something even more annoying.
With those big, dark eyes, Dorcas was looking up at her now, and it reminded her of that stupid kiss they’d shared.
Marlene did her best not to think about it. She was pretty sure Dorcas did the same.
Although sometimes, she wondered if Dorcas had already forgotten about it altogether.
It probably hadn’t meant much to her. Probably hadn’t even crossed her mind since.
But for some reason, it had stuck with Marlene. And that annoyed her.
She was pretty sure her face turned a matching colour to her quidditch sweater.
"Yeah, you’re doing alright," Marlene said, almost fumbling over her words, and she took a quick sip of her beer.
"My turn." She leaned over the table, tapping on the constellation in the book. "In Muggle astrology, Leo is ruled by the Sun. It’s all about confidence, ego, leadership. Big personalities, bigger hearts… sound familiar?" She stated confidently, raising an eyebrow at Dorcas. "Maybe the founders of Hogwarts believed in a little Muggle astrology too."
Marlene paused for a moment, then grinned.
"And, since I linked the constellation to Muggle astrology, I get to assign a drink…" She dragged out the moment, pretending to think. "Hmm. I assign a shot of Firewhiskey to… you."
And then a question slipped from Marlene's lips, 'Do you even know anything about Muggle astrology, or will you be absolutely hammered by the time we've finished the assignment?'"

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27 feb 2025 - 22:21 Kestis is offline

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evan rosier.
year 4 ★ slytherin dormitories ★ barty

Evan didn't dare look at Barty, so he focused on the canopy of the bed. But then he felt Barty's hand trace his stomach, along the hem of his short. And his breathe hitched, again. He just stopped breathing altogether.
''Did I hear that right? Pandora made out with Avery at the Christmas party?'' Barty asked.
Evan couldn't focus on anything else beside the brushing of the other boys fingers. He got goosebumps and felt the hotness creeping up his neck again. And something else, an unsatiable hunger, wanting, longing, sheer lust.
What? He thought and then his brain kicked in. Avery? And Pandora? Evan vaguely knew Malcolm Avery, who was a year older and a friend of Snape's. They sometimes talked, but Evan mostly knew him from the rallies his uncle had taking him to. Avery had been there sometimes, with his own family, supporting the same cause. And even though Evan's support of that cause was unwavering, he still got the ick of the idea of Panda and Malcolm together.
''That can't be right,'' Evan answered, still holding his breathe. And then he couldn't anymore and exhaled. He placed a hand on Barty's, forcing the other boy to stop, and let it rest on his stomach, lacing their fingers together in the process. ''Panda's too good for him.'' He turned his face to Barty and smiled. It looked almost sad, and he was a little - an opportunity wasted. Evan didn't have the tendency to get into his own head, at least he didn't think so. He liked to imagine he cared little, which also meant he never had anything to lose. But when it came to Barty, there always seemed to be something.
''You wanna test out the new deck tomorrow? Maybe go to Hogsmeade?''
Evan grinned, ''Obviously.'' And then, because he was high and because he was feeling remorseful, he asked: ''What, like a date?'' For a split moment, Evan wondered what dating Barty Crouch Jr. would be like - if he would behave differently, turn into a little lapdog or some shit. He just couldn't imagine it, at all. He'd have to wait until some girl came along to finally sweep Barty off of his feet entirely - and steal him away from Evan in the process - to see it. The thought of it made Evan sick. And then he tried to imagine himself in a relationship, but no person came to mind. He could only imagine himself at Madame Puddifoot's with Pandora, or at the Broomsticks with Regulus, or breaking into the Shrieking Shack with Barty. No one came close but them. Maybe he'd die alone. If he was lucky, he'd die of old age alongside them. Somehow he knew that wasn't in the cards for him.
Evan got pulled out of his existential crisis by a loud bang in the common room. Maybe another balloon had popped or the karaoke machine had exploded. He tapped his fingers against Barty's knuckles. ''I need your help,'' he said, returning back to the subject of the skateboard. ''I wanna add a new enchantment to the deck, something to make it remain airborne longer when I jump, but doesn't make it fly. Like a little slow-motion thing. Think you know how to do it?'' Barty had always been better than Evan at charms - Barty was better than Evan at everything, except Herbology maybe.

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SIRIUS BLACK

16 ♦ Year 5 ♦ Slytherin Common Room ♦ With Remus & Pandora

Sirius wanted to remain unfazed by Xenophilius Lovegood's approach, but that was a little hard to do, considering how strange the blonde Ravenclaw was. Though, Sirius had to admit, he appreciated Xeno's bluntness. After Pandora whisked him away, Sirius leaned in closer to Remus: ''Strange one, that one. Kind of like him, though.'' He nodded to himself.
Remus wasn't paying attention, but looked around the room. ''Everyone is leaving us, Paddie,'' he noted. Sirius tried not to look to disappointed. ''I think we’re doing something wrong.''
''No, Moony, you see,'' Sirius still had his arm draped over Remus' shoulders, and leaned into it a little further as he put his hand up to motion towards their friends, spread around the room - Marlene and Peter playing chess, and Xenophilius and Pandora chatting away in the corner, ''they just don't know how to party well.'' He winked at Remus and pulled him over to the karaoke machine, where the two girls just finished their song. He tapped them lightly on the shoulder, hoping to cut in. They eyed the two Gryffindors skeptical, probably wondering why the hell they were there at all, and who could blame them? Sirius winked, flashed a smile and ran his hand through his hair.
''Do you mind, ladies?'' He asked smugly. ''We're kind of in the middle of party-crashing and we would just love to sing an enchanting love-duet.'' They didn't look charmed at all, which would've been a huge punch to Sirius' ego, if the effects of the potion hadn't been that strong. Luckily for him - and them - he hardly noticed and just shoo-ed them away unceremoniously.
''If you think I am going to make a fool of myself by singing into that thing, then you’re absolutely wrong. You can go, I’ll watch and admire you,'' Remus said.
Sirius turned around on his heel to look at his friend. There was a playful angry line between his eyebrows and his lower lip curled over into a little pout. ''I can't believe you would leave me to fend for myself here, Moony,'' Sirius replied exasperadly and threw his hands up in an overly dramatic manner. ''I'm afraid without James or Peter here I simply can't take no for an answer, now,'' he took Remus' hand again, pulling him closer so they were both standing in front of the crystal ball. What he didn't say was that he was glad it was Remus next to him, instead of the other Marauders. ''Are we thinking Queen or ABBA?'' Both were muggle bands introduced to Sirius by Lily and Mary and he could not be more grateful to them, because it had opened a whole new world to him. A platter of floating shots passed by and Sirius picked up two random glasses, pushing one in Remus' free hand. He clinked their glasses together, yelling an astute 'salute!' and threw it back in one go. He pulled a face again as the firewhiskey burned down his throat, only this time it was a good burn.
Sirius turned to Remus, eyeing him expectedly. ''Dancing Queen or Bo Rap?''

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