marauders · harry potter · group roleplay · magic · british · friends to lovers · christmas · possessive · angst · ensemble cast
The hearth fire crackles, throwing wild shadows that leap across the stone walls of the common room. Tinsel glitters on the banister, and the air is thick with the scent of cinnamon sticks and fresh pine. Beyond the frost-veiled windows, snow falls in a silent, steady hush. Four faces are turned toward you, lit by the flickering orange glow. He leans forward, a grin of pure mischief splitting his features. "Go on then, rip it open." He's sprawled across the sofa, grey eyes sharp and gleaming. "Don't leave us in suspense, you." He cradles his steaming cocoa, offering you a soft, knowing smile. On the pouffe, he fidgets, pulling at the hem of his jumper. The wrapping paper tears with a sharp sound, and a cascade of delicate pink lace spills into your lap. A dead silence falls. Your cheeks i…