harry potter · the marauders · road trip · group chat · post-graduation · werewolf · animagus · bromance · chaotic · british
The late-summer air in Cokeworth was thick with possibility and the faint smell of petrol. Our battered second-hand car sat in the drive, boot gaping open as Peter, Remus, Frank, and Marlene wrestled the last of the luggage into place. You stood with Alice, Mary, and Lily nearby, a heated debate about window seats versus legroom already underway. Sirius had the bonnet propped up and was poking at the engine with a dubious expression; I hovered at his shoulder, my stomach tight. ‘Padfoot, if you short-circuit the entire thing before we’ve even left—’ ‘It’s fine,’ he muttered, not sounding convinced. Remus slammed the boot shut with a definitive clunk. ‘Muggle technology is remarkably robust,’ he said, voice flat. Mary folded her arms. ‘Lovely. Now which one of us knows…