poison ivy | remus lupin

chapter four

FAITH OVER FEAR

TRACKLIST

CHAMPANGE COAST - BLOOD ORANGE
HOME - EDWARD SHARPE
JOLENE - DOLLY PARTON
HEY JUDE! - THE BEATLES
GONE, GONE, GONE - PHILLIP PHILLPS

currently me and the maraunders are wondering the shadowy corridors of the school, where the walls whispered secrets and the portraits seemed to smirk knowingly.

a plan was being hatched.

we were about to embark on one of their most ambitious pranks yet.

the moon hung high nearly full, casting an ethereal glow over the castle grounds. it was a night that seemed to promise adventure, the air thick with anticipation. i felt my emerald eyes sparkling with excitement, whispering, "are we really doing this?"

sirius, ever the daredevil, chuckled softly, "of course we are cass. this is going to be legendary."

meanwhile james, his glasses glinting in the dim light, nodded in agreement. "we've got everything ready. the enchanted fireworks, the invisible ink, and the charm to make the suits of armor dance."

peter, although he's often timid, i saw he couldn't help but smile at the thought of the chaos they were about to unleash. "i just hope we don't get caught."

remus, who always seems to be the voice of reason among them, placed a reassuring hand on peter's shoulder. "don't worry, peter. we've planned this down to the last detail. besides, it's all in good fun."

when the clock struck midnight, we moved stealthily through the castle, footsteps silent as shadows. when we reached the great hall, where the enchanted ceiling mirrored the starry night sky. with a flick of his wand, james set the enchanted fireworks in place, ready to burst into a dazzling display of colors and shapes.

with a mischievous smile, i used the invisible ink to write humorous messages on the long tables, messages that would only appear when the morning sunlight hit them. sirius, not one to be outdone, charmed the suits of armor lining the hall to break into a synchronized dance at the sound of the first bell.

peter, though nervous, played his part perfectly, ensuring the marauder's map was at the ready to avoid any patrolling professors. everything had been falling into place so easy. i wondered if it had always been like this for them

remus, always meticulous, double-checked everything, yet i still knew his heart was pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

when we finished our preparations, we gathered at the entrance of the great hall, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

remus was right, this really was like feeling alive.

"tomorrow morning," james whispered, "hogwarts will wake up to the best prank it's ever seen."

with that, slipping back into our laughter echoing softly through the empty halls. the night held its b zdcreath.

waiting for the dawn to reveal the marauders' masterpiece. and as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the enchanted ceiling, hogwarts was about to experience a morning it would never forget.

just as the final preparations were made, we exchanged excited glances, hearts beating in unison with the thrill of the impending prank. the great hall, usually a place of order and grandeur, was about to become the stage for one of their boldest acts yet.

and than suddenly, a faint noise echoed through the hall. it was filch, the ever-vigilant caretaker. making his rounds.

we had froze, their breaths held, "against the walls" james' muttered. we all pressed against the cold stone walls at that. filch's lantern cast eerie shadows, his muttering barely audible over the pounding of their hearts.