7th February 1977, Hogwarts, Scotland
"Oh sweet Merlin, this is gonna be hilarious," Emmeline giggled as she stuffed sparkly green and silver glitter in a sack, charming it to close and open only through a certain charm.
"Oh fuck, we'll get a photo as well!" Dorcas said enthusiastically, all rainbows and sunshine on this pleasant morning.
"Damn right, Dorky." Emmeline kissed her and grinned broadly. They skipped to the Great Hall together, jumping from one place to other like modern ninjas. They charmed the four sacks of glitter atop the entrance of the Great Hall and hid behind two armour stands on either sides of the gate.
The students were eating inside and they could hear the chatter. The gentle tinkling of knives against plates, goblets gently chiming together and pleasant laughs made a nice background music for them. At long last, the door opened and students poured outside, still talking and laughing. James and Sirius were 'calmly' looking around themselves, eyes narrowed in suspicion, no wonder searching for pranksters.
"One..two..three!" Dorcas breathed and she and Emmeline shot two similar silent spells towards the sacks, just as James and Sirius appeared beneath them. The two boys shrieked in outrage and horror as green and silver fell upon them, making them look like pure Slytherins.
"Oh, the horror!" Sirius cried out, practically ripping off his robes in front of the student body. Several girls gasped and almost fainted, making Emmeline and Dorcas roll their eyes.
"Holy fucking hell!" James shook his head violently, sending glitter flying towards the people closest to him. Yui Tsuki eagerly stepped forward and ruffled his hair, scowling at Emmeline and Dorcas.
"Oh poor Jimmy!" Yui said, doing a very bad job at looking genuinely sympathetic. "Jesus Christ, Vance and Meadowes! How could you do this? Melinda, give them detention!"
Head Girl, Hufflepuff Melinda White, raised her eyebrows. "And why should I, Tsuki? It was a harmless prank, and neither James nor Sirius minds it. No detention, no point taking, nothing. Off to your dormitories everyone! You are making a scene there!"
True to her word, James and Sirius looked anything but angry. They were laughing and looking very respectful of their female Marauders. With a simple, silent flick of his wand, James had vanished all of the glitter and was beaming at the student body.
"That was some nice prank there!" Scarlett beamed at Emmeline and Dorcas.
"Thanks, sweetheart." Emmeline grinned brightly.
"Oi! Whose side are you on?" Alice, James and Sirius all cried together, then proceeded to glare at each other.
"Aunt Dorea is my father's sister, which makes Scarlett my cousin," Sirius boasted, wrapping an arm around Scarlett's shoulders.
"And Uncle Charlus in my father's brother, which makes Scarlett my cousin," James said smugly, ruffling Scarlett's hair.
"And Scar is my pranking partner," argued Alice, waving a chocolate in the air, thus easily bribing the young Potter.
"Traitor," James and Sirius accused together.
Oh well, I guess Scarlett did not cheat, but she is still a traitor. Hundred points to your house if you remember the full song.
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8th February 1977, Beauxbatons, France
"Yes, so--I think I'm going to do this!"
"Marlene," Lily's voice was shaking with laughter, "you've been repeating that for the past ten minutes. Do that girl, are you a Bellefeuille or not?"
Marlene spluttered with mock-rage. "Of fucking course I am! Look, I even fucking wrote the fucking letter for the fucking oblivious bastard."
"Love the number of time you used "fucking" there," Mary admired, running a comb through Lily's cherry red hair.
"Thank you, m'lady. Your Grace is too kind." Marlene made a big show of bowing and wiping non-existent tears from her eyes.
"Of course, Lady Marlene. Kindly send the fucking letter now," Mary ordered, pointing a sharp comb at Marlene, as thought it was a sword. A short Spartan sword, perhaps? Lily mused.
"Wait- but what is in it?" Lily wailed, trying to grab the letter.
"Nuh-uh." Marlene raised the letter high above her head and smirked. Tall bitch.
"Marlyyyyyyy!" Lily whined, pouting cutely.
"I'm sorry, that was a huge misunderstanding. That's all I'll say!" With that, Marlene skipped out of the dormitory, leaving Mary and Lily to roll their eyes after her.
"Simping," chuckled Mary.
"Smitten," smirked Lily.
Free promotion, if you know what I mean.
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9th February 1977, Hogwarts, Scotland
Dear Sirius,
Whatever that happened in France was our fault, and I'm sorry. That was a huge misunderstanding. I've loved you since we were fourteen, trust me. It was not just a shag for me, it was something much more powerful than that. I have no idea whether you like me or not, as for all I know, I had to confess this to you. I'm sorry, for everything.
Marlene A. McKinnon
"So dreams do come true," Sirius noted, hurriedly wiping his eyes on his sleeve as he reached for a piece of paper beside his books. She thought that he did not like her, as if! Sirius loved her, more than anything in his life. He adored her, was in awe of her, but she thought that he only wanted her for a shag.
Dear Marlene,
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW? I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU. I'VE LOVED YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS AND WILL LOVE YOU FOR A THOUSAND MORE. AND I'M SORRY IF I EVER MADE YOU FEEL THAT WAY. PRONGS IS RIGHT, I'M A BLOODY ARSE SOMETIMES.
FOR ALL I KNOW, MARLENE ASHLEY MCKINNON, WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND? AND I DON'T TAKE NO AS AN ANSWER.
SIRIUS BLOODY OBLIVIOUS, STUPIDLY LUCKY AND IDIOT BLACK.
Oh well, who said that love has to be sappy and sapphirine and goodness knows what not? It can also be cute, funny and unique like the love of Sirius Orion Black The Third and Marlene Ashley McKinnon.
A/N: Yeah, I apologise for my past mistakes. To Ash, girl I'm sorry for putting you through the Blackinnon torture. I'm getting them together after you left, I'm so sorry. You'll probably never see this but yeah, I hope you're doing well. I miss you :( Take care and stay safe.
Love,
~Aurora♡

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