♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
“This is as close to third base as you’ll ever get, Moony,” James whispered, stroking his friend’s hair before getting back to his book. The past night had taken a toll on all of them, Remus having been hit the hardest. It was a tough full moon, especially with OWLS coming up, but they all managed.
The three of them even pitched in and bought their werewolf friend quite a loot from Honeydukes, and planned to give it to him after the exams. It was the least they cold do after Remus helped them with all their homework.
“Mate, honestly, quit hogging the covers!” Remus’ exclamation fell on deaf ears as James dozed on, content with skipping through the meadows with Lily, in his dreams. It was the Marauders’ first night together at James’ house for the holidays, and they picked straws as to who got James’ bed for the night. Remus and James got the bed while Sirius and Peter got the mattress on the floor.
Remus tried to pull the covers from under his friend to no avail until he picked up his wand and accio-ed it to him. James snorted before one of his arms slid off the bed, and he rolled on his back, snoring quietly.
♥: Your muse crying about something
“Hold on, let me just get a few things,” James said, getting up from beside his sobbing friend to rummage in his drawers. When he returned, he had with him a box of tissues, a bar of chocolate, a blanket and some vapor rub. “These are for you,” he said as he deposited the items on his friend’s lap. “Here you go,” he said before he draped the blanket over his friend, and dragged an empty trash bin to them. “Alright, we’re all set!” He said with a grin as he plopped himself back on the couch and got comfortable. “Carry on, then. I’ll hear you out. And when you want to take a break, I’ll still be here. That’s what the vapor rub and the chocolate are for. Or we could go to the kitchens. We can be here all night, if we have to.”