THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✰FORTY EIGHT✰

RIGHT NOW, I'M LITERALLY JUST TRYING TO GET TO THE SUMMER HOLIDAYS SO I'M VERY SORRY FOR THE TIME SKIPS. IF YOU HAVE ANY LAST-MINUTE REQUESTS BEFORE THE SUMMER, PLEASE TELL ME! LOVE YOU ALL!!! xxx

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✰ Well, I never 

really 

thought much

of them myself ✰

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February wasn't a very interesting month to write about, it was mostly filled with school work, O.W.Ls studies (for the 5th years), Hogsmead visits, sleepovers, late-night kitchen visits and many small pranks. 

The 10th of March was Remus' birthday. The day included waking up at 12 am to sing 'Happy Birthday', going back to sleep, waking up late for class, therefore missing breakfast, having a food fight at lunch, earning each of the Marauders a detention, more classes, then cake at dinner, not forgetting presents before they went to sleep (he would have enough chocolate to last him until his next birthday).

But, the 27th was the birthday of James Fleamont Potter.

"I don't understand why you don't want a party, Prongs. You have one every year!" Sirius complained, falling face-first into Peter's bed.

"Off of my bed, Dog." Remus' failed attempt at hiding his laughter could be heard from the bathroom. James grinned, picking up a day robe and pulling it over his shoulders.

"I'm not having a party because today is Sunday. We both know what happened last time we went to a party on a Sunday night." Sirius sighed and rolled over, being kicked in the shin by Pete.

"I said, off of my bed, bitch." Remus' face was red with laughter when he exited the bathroom, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

"I'm not a bitch!" Padfoot gasped, standing up to glare at Peter.

"'Bitch' is a term used to name a female dog." Wormtail shrugged. James was doing so well, he hadn't laughed once, that is until he made eye contact with Remus. Prongs snorted, breathing heavily as he laughed.

"I need new friends," Sirius mumbled, slumping onto his own bed.

"Awe, it's okay Paddy. Don't listen to that mean Worm." James cooed, stroking Sirius' hair before walking to the door. "I'm going out."

"Where? Who with?" Padfoot questioned, beaming when Remus sat down beside him.

"Stupid question," Peter shook his head, "He's going to meet up with your little brother, of course." Sirius rolled his eyes but waved James goodbye either way

***

It was a beautiful sight, the candle-lit library, walls covered in books, wooden tables scattered around. But the most stunning thing in the room, to James at least, was Regulus, who happened to be sitting right in the far corner, his table covered in open books. He bit his lip in concentration, reading over a page in his textbook and writing down notes on a piece of slightly ripped parchment. His hand was painted with ink splatters, staining his face each time he reached his hand up to itch under his eyebrow or rest his cheek on his palm. 

James found himself staring for a moment too long, snapping his gaze away from the boy when he heard a fake cough by Madam Pince's desk.

"He's waiting." The woman said, James nodding rapidly in reply.