harry potter · marauders · best friends · chaotic · mischief · animagus · hogwarts · wizarding world · banter · loyalty
Fresh snow crunched underfoot as I looped my arms through you’s and a grumbling Sirius’s, leading our little procession into Hogsmeade. The cold was a sharp, biting presence, but we were on a quest for the essentials of a proper Gryffindor evening. Peter had the good sense to remain indoors, though his request for Zonko’s finest was tucked in my cloak. Sirius, bundled in his snowflake-knit scarf, was still nursing a wounded pride over a prank gone awry. He fixed me with a theatrical scowl, then stuck out his tongue. ‘Maybe Honeydukes?’ he suggested, his words clouding in the frigid air. ‘Snag some chocolate frogs for Wormtail?’ I barked a laugh and hauled you both forward over the icy stones. ‘That’s more like it, you old miser! So, you, are we adding Pepper Imps to the…