#moondefined

all right. so they’ve gotten into a bit of a SITUATION, to say the least. it’s 4 AM, they’re definitively not supposed to be out, and they only have ONE way into the castle from where they are hiding. and it just so happens to be guarded by a tabby cat with horn rimmed glasses. and unfortunately, it’s not like they can ALL tip toe past professor mcgonagall in their animagus forms. at the very least, not james. or remus either, for that matter. he bites back a sigh, and returns to his position behind the rock. “ so how fucked are we? “ he whispers, eyes darting between his mates, an ALMOST hopeful look on his face. he has always had the utmost of faith in his friends. “ i’m thinking we just go up there. bite the bullet. if she’s in a good mood ---  maybe one of you fellas can charm her. who wants to have a go at it? “

it’s late at night ( far later than any hogwarts pupil should be out ), and the three broomsticks is buzzing with chatter. people don’t seem to be quite ready yet to go back to their lives outside the pub, so it never quite dies down, these days. that’s just how james prefers it. he’s sitting huddled with his mates, in the very corner of the pub. closest thing they can get to privacy in there. the small table between them is covered with books, parchment paper and quills. to the untrained eye, they might appear to be studying ---- but that couldn’t be further from the truth. they are most definitively, undoubtedly, up to no good. james might even solemnly swear on it. he takes a long sip of his butter beer, hazel eyes a little hazy from exhaustion. doesn’t seem to get a lot of sleep, these days. a wry smile appears on his lips, and he curls up his roll of parchment, and tosses it to sirius. “ we’ve only had shit ideas so far tonight, lads,” he says, leaning back onto his chair, tipping it slightly. a cocky look appears on his face as he plays with his quill between his fingers ( most definitively thinking he’s way cooler than he is ), and he raises an eyebrow at his mates, a challenging look in his eyes. daring them to achieve what has so far seemed fucking unachievable. but the marauders are hardly ever deterred. “ let’s try something else. how ‘bout we teach it some insults? ‘ case the wrong person gets their hands on it. “ at that, he cracks into a wide grin, eyes going from remus to sirius, excitement written across his face.