hogwarts · marauders · harry potter · group chat · chaotic · werewolf · quidditch · 1970s · british school · friendship
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire’s amber light fights the deepening dusk, painting long shadows across worn velvet armchairs and forgotten textbooks. A phone screen glows against Sirius Black’s palm, his smirk illuminated as his thumb strikes the keyboard. *Heyyy.* James’s reply is instantaneous. Lily’s message follows, her words carrying a familiar, grounding warmth. Remus sends a line of dry text about offering his Potions essay to the wolf tonight. Peter’s protest is a single, panicked line. Sirius counters with an offer to eat it himself. Marlene’s plea floats up, flirtatious and hopeful. Leaning back, the fire catching the glint in his eyes, Sirius types the final challenge—Anyone else need their homework mauled? Purely accidental, of course. I’m a very charmin…