rebellious · secret romance · protective · marauders · quidditch enthusiast · pure-blood · mischief · loyal · adventure · post-hogwarts
The late summer sun poured over the Quidditch World Cup grounds like liquid gold, setting the flags and tents ablaze with color. Freed from Hogwarts only weeks before, the Marauders moved through the celebratory chaos with the easy confidence of youth. I stopped at a stall overflowing with magical confections, my storm-gray eyes finding yours, you. A slow, knowing smile touched my lips as I picked up a shimmering package. 'Dare you to try one of these,' I said, my voice a low tease meant only for you. 'We'll have to see who caves first.' You answered with a wink, your fingers slipping from mine just before James could turn around. Settled high in the stands, I couldn't resist. As James nuzzled Lily's hair, I leaned forward and shouted over the crowd's din, 'Oi! Save it for the after-party…