#muckingaround

Hey! so it’s been awhile and I’ll admit I haven’t been the most productive I know and I wanna say thanks to everyone who stuck around 

This thank yous a bit late so I apologize on my part as I’ve been mucking around alot with not a whole lot of success which sucks a ton let’s just say that.

Anyways to help with all this mucking around I’ve started a Kofi page right here: https://ko-fi.com/artstuffings on the internet! Holy Fuck! it’s really real! so if you do donate I can’t thank you enough and if you want a commission out of it I’d be more then happy to oblige, and if you don’t want to than I can’t force you all I can say though is thank you at least for sticking around

Thank you again to everyone who’ve been with me this whole time and I’ll see if I can post something soon until then thank you for being so patient I’ll stick in the Kofi link down below.

“REMI! OH REMI-POO!” Sirius screeched, in a surprisingly good falsetto.

The curtains at the end of his bed and the remaining closed side were yanked back, revealing the room that had previously been passable as a dorm but now resembled an exploded crisp factory. Thankfully, he could see less and less of it, as more was obscured by the encroaching forms of his now former Best Friends. (Sorry, did I say ‘thankfully’? What I meant was terrifyingly...) Previously immaculate hair (in Sirius’ case) looked like it had experienced the phenomenon of electricity. Glasses that had once resided on a nose, were now worn around a neck with a Gryffindor tie connecting the two ends. Sirius’ eyes, formerly neatly lined with kohl, now resembled a panda’s. Neither were wearing much either, which massively increased the terror factor. Remus scampered over to the other side of the bed as his two ‘friends’ charged towards him enthusiastically. His foot landed on a half eaten packet of crisps, but he paid it no heed, already moving as fast as he could towards the door and away from the two drunk nutters chasing after him professing their undying love. The blond Marauder high-tailed it down the stairs, scattering crisps everywhere. His attackers were close behind him, their intoxication levels not seeming to affect either their ability to move quickly or their ability to wake up every person in the Gryffindor Tower at the same time. Remus vaulted through the portrait hole at top speed, immensely grateful that he slept in both pyjama top, bottoms and socks that night for it was mid-January and the castle was freezing. He hurtled through the corridors, followed by his Marauder-mates who were making so much noise they might as well have been attached to a loudspeaker. He knew that on a good day he could seriously outpace James and Sirius, however, they had the distinct advantage of having more then socks upon their feet (shoes for some reason being one of the articles of clothing they had neglected to relieve themselves/each other of). This, however, ceased mattering when a certain Scottish, tartan-loving, stern, Gryffindor Professor loomed from around the corner. Ignoring her livid expression, Remus stumbled to a halt, breathing hard yet knowing it would have to be a good one to get away without a punishment.

“James... Sirius... disturb... wake up... whole house... drunk... came to find you... chased me,” he wheezed.

The half-naked boys chose that minute to sprint round the corner, their faces in wide grins.

“POTTER! BLACK!”