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~Hogwarts~
For the next few weeks, lessons were running as smoothly as possible for the Marauders and co.
Currently, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Isabel, Mary, Lily and Marlene were sat transfiguration class with the Ravenclaws: McCall included.
Professor McGonagall was demonstrating multiple spells.
Lily was scribbling down some notes, popping her head up once in a while to check what McGonagall was writing on the board as she spoke.
Marlene was sat next to the redhead girl, leaning back in her chair as she kept blowing blonde curls out of her face, bored, sometimes applying fresh red lipstick to her full lips.
Isabel, sat next to Remus, was scribbling in the corner of her parchment while Remus was practically asleep on her shoulder.
Peter and Mary were sat next to each other, engaging in conversations together.
James and Sirius were flicking bits of paper around the class, McGonagall choosing to ignore this. Right now this seemed calm for them both; although their little giggles and sniggers made a few Ravenclaws turn their heads, a questionable look on their face as they'd motion the two boys to shush.
As McGonagall discussed a few tips on how to perfect the certain spell, Remus' forehead slipped off Isabel's shoulder, falling onto the hard wooden table before she could catch his head.
"Ah, fuck!" Remus swore loudly, rubbing his for head.
"Who was using such crude language?" McGonagall frowned, scanning the classroom.
Remus quickly spoke up, "Really, James? You shouldn't say such language in school. Watch your mouth!"
"But I—"
"Mr Potter! Not again. Detention tonight!"
"I'm practicing Quidditch tonight, Minnie!" James complained.
"Practice tomorrow!" She whipped her head around back to the chalkboard.
Sirius could barely contain his laughter before sending a letter towards Remus:
"Good one, Moony."
Remus sent a wink in the boys direction before letting his head fall back onto Isabel's shoulder.
"That's the second time you've done that." Isabel stated, continuing her drawing.
"I know," he shrugged, smirking slightly, "he won't mind. He loves me."
Isabel quietly giggled, glancing at her brother, "That he does."
"Have you seen Marlene?" He glanced towards the blonde in front, "She's practically snoring."
She looked up, her eyes immediately searching for the blonde who was slumped back in her chair, eyes closed.
She stifled a large smile wanting to crawl onto her face at the sight of her best friend, "Think she was out with someone late last night." Isabel whispered into Remus' ear, "Some Hufflepuff girl."
