Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝕽emus hummed to himself, staring thoughtfully into his glass of firewhiskey, the tingle and dull ache in his throat and chest remaining from his previous sips.
Once again, Halloween has come around and once again, the Marauders are throwing their annual Halloween party. He's residing in a scarlet red arm chair, carefully allowing his eyes to flit over the filling common room occasionally from his book, as muggle music blares out from Sirius' speakers and James' flashing red lights, adding to the gory of the holiday. They'd stolen mead and other alcoholic beverages from Hogsmeade, leaving a generous amount of money on the counter for the owners.
The full moon was over the last week, and sure enough he'd only accumulated just one scratch on his lower torso....one of which Willow had great pleasure in painting one of her buttercup vines on when it was healed by Madame Pomfrey. He'll never get tired of that, watching her concentrate thoroughly as she radiates her beauty on to him. He likes looking at his scars now, he likes the buttercups.
He again glances around the common room, biting back a chuckle at James' whacky dance moves with his stupid goofy grin in front of a stone faced, emotionless Regulus, who looks as though he's contemplating throttling his boyfriend if he draws more attention to them. He could see the twitch in his lips though, begging to smile. He likes spotting development, and Regulus definitely now had some of James' sunshine.
Peter's currently chatting with a ravenclaw girl with brown doe eyes, dressed as a stereotypical witch, or what he believes Mcgonagall would have looked like when she was younger. He looks elated, talking animatedly with his spiced mead in his grip, taking gulps to boost his confidence. He'll probably get a snog there, nothing more, he's not into that.
Sirius is dancing with himself in the middle of the crowd, lazily swaying on his feet, not bothering about the stares, giggles and winks many girls were sending him from around. Scarlette's his girl, he's madly in love with her, although apparently to the girls of Hogwarts in Sirius Black's fanclub, that's Scarlette's fault and she needs to share him. They're crazy if they think Scarlette Lestrange would share her boyfriend. She doesn't share anything, he was fairly lucky to be able to be with Willow. She's a scary girl when she wants to be.
He'd know after having to listen to the three hour rant and being repetitively called 'Stupid' for months after he had shamefully broke up with Willow last year. He'd never go down that route again anyway...but that did leave him a little traumatised.
Willow. He's not caught sight of her yet, but he knows she's here, she's close, he can feel it. As odd as it sounds, his soul is soothed and relaxed when she's around, that's how he knows. He'll leave her be for the time being, he wants her to have her own fun, he knows she can't dance like everyone else or get blathered drunk.
He leans back in his arm chair, fiddling with the grey furry ears sprouting from his curled hair, not as opposed this year to being Moony as the other Marauders take to their own secret identities.
