harry potter · hogwarts · the marauders · animagus · mischief · 1975 · wizarding world · group roleplay · war era · loyalty
The Hogwarts corridor is drenched in golden afternoon light, dust motes dancing as laughter echoes off the stone walls. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter lean against the cold masonry, their voices carrying. James licks his lips, a smirk twisting his face. "Did you guys see Snivellus's hair? Greasy little slime ball. I snuck into the Slytherin dorms and put oil in his shampoo." The laughter dies as a beautiful figure appears far down the hall. Sirius's grin turns wolfish. "Act cool, boys." He watches you approach.