selenophile || remus lupin

chapter eighty

30 May 1977

7:16 pm

Ophelia and her maraudettes were all studying in the Gryffindor common room, gathered around the fire with their books and notes spread out across the floor. If you think that since there aren't any big exams like OWLs or NEWTs that year they would get a break, you're wrong. However, it was nothing compared to what Dorcas and Mary were having to do, since their NEWTs were coming up in just a few weeks.

Ophelia put her hands behind her and leaned back, letting out a deep groan of frustration.

"And what's got your wand in a knot?" asked Sirius, the other three marauders following closely behind him through the portrait hole.

"I hate Binns, I really do," she replied. The four boys sat down as the girls all continued to work, paying them no attention. Marlene felt a pair of eyes on her and looked up to see Sirius staring at her in full concentration as if trying to do wandless and wordless magic on her.

"What is it, Black?" she rolled her eyes at him, gaining the attention of the rest of the maraudettes. The four boys were all looking at them with very unreadable expressions.

"Well, my dearest Marlene, have I told you that your hair looks just gorgeous today?"

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Who's to say I want anything?" Marlene stared at him and he stared back, neither one wanting to break first, but ultimately Sirius conceded.

"We want skirts," he said, motioning to his three best friends. "Any of your guys' skirts."

"Why?" asked Lily.

"That, Evans, is highly classified."

"Then no skirts," she shrugged.

Ophelia turned to her boyfriend and asked him the same question, hoping she would get an answer out of him.

"Rem, why do you want our skirts?"

"That, Black, is highly classified," he repeated what Sirius said.

"Well then, no explanation, no skirts," said Alice.

"Oh please please please," said James, locking his hands together and shaking his arms in a pleading motion. "We'll do anything. You don't understand, our lives depend on this. Please for a poor marauder's life."

"Fine," Marlene cut him off, "only if you stop that incessant whining. But don't ruin them. No messes, no holes, no stretching them out."

"Aw, Mar, I'm so glad that you're worried about my fat arse. It was about time you accepted that mine's bigger than yours," Peter said.

"In your dreams, Pete," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"How old are you? Five?" deadpanned Alice.

"Her arse looks like it," Peter smirked.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, Pettigrew!" Marlene shouted.

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31 May 1977

7:59 am

Ophelia sat in her seat in the transfiguration classroom, watching the four marauders sprint into the classroom just moments before the bell rang. The four of them looked insane.

"You made it just in time-" Professor McGonagall started as she turned to face them, but was soon cut off by her own shock. "Mr. Black! Mr. Potter! Mr. Pettigrew! Mr. Lupin! What in Merlin's beard are you four wearing?" she shrieked.