The Marauders as the Solar System

The Marauders are laughter and secrets shared at three am. They're brilliant smiles and running through the halls, ignoring the shouts for them to stop. They're mischief and care and passion all rolled into one. They're everywhere you turn: in the mutterings of annoyed portraits, the laughter of students, in the comments of professors who really shouldn't be amused but are.

The Marauders are nights around a fire, telling stories and passing around a bottle of Butterbeer. They're early mornings on the grounds watching the sunrise and grumbling about the early hour. They're pulling lost students aside and telling them where to go, how to avoid the trick staircases and petty portraits who'll intentionally get you lost. They're pulling pranks on people who have wronged others, they're getting revenge for those who can't.

James Potter is sweet gestures and noticing when you're less yourself than usual. He's laughter and reassurances hidden behind smart comments and jokes. He's the golden rays of sunlight, always there in some way, even if he's not in sight just then. He's jerseys and banners, proudly showing his support. He's warm and bright, if a bit much at times. James Potter is the Sun.

Sirius Black is seeing your frown or your tears and asking who wronged you. He's viciously planning revenge and having to be talked down from being too harsh. He's leather jackets and silver rings, intimidating at first but quickly becomes a source of comfort if you spend enough time with him. He's loud, barking laughter and enthusiastic compliments, ringing in your ears and never letting you forget. He's intricate and ever-shining, if a bit confusing sometimes. Sirius Black is the Stars.

Remus Lupin is watching you fall and break down and handing you chocolate afterwards. He's sitting side by side on the couch, simply existing in the presence of one another. He's knit sweaters and fuzzy socks, comforting no matter the time of year. He's muttered confessions and half-asleep memories, never failing to bring a smile to your face. He's ever-changing and wondrous, if a bit mysterious at times. Remus Lupin is the Moon.

Peter Pettigrew is watching you try and try to succeed and giving you what you need to reach your goals. He's silent support and over the top celebrations when you accomplish something. He's soft t-shirts and worn flannels, simple yet incredibly reliable. He's whispered promises and soft-spoken secrets, lingering in your mind for years and years. He's colorful and surprising, if a bit forgotten sometimes. Peter Pettigrew is the Planets.

These boys make up the Marauders, a group well known to many and loved by more than what you would think. They are smiles and laughter, secrets and promises. They are mischief and rule-breaking, revenge and victory. They are the solar system, each one vital to the survival of the others, each one adding to the wondrous life of the Marauders. They are the Sun, the Stars, the Moon, the Planets. They are the Marauders.

This was just a quick written aesthetic I wrote up, but now I'm wondering if I should do this for other characters. What do you think? If I did do this for other characters, who would you like to see me do this for?