"she would of made such a lovely bride what a shame she's fucked in the head!" - they said
the black brothers x fem oc
marauders era
── @-gutspilled
cover by @superpink24
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It was the first day back after the Christmas break. Imogen preferred sleeping in the dorm room with her friends, she felt safer— it wasn't like home when it felt like the walls were closing in on her. Back at home, she spent most of her time locked up in her room, this included during the day too. She much preferred having a room where she could freely leave or talk to friends.
As Imogen walked to her first class, she adjusted her red and gold striped scarf so it didn't choke her as much, and along with that, she positioned it in a way that covered her tie— which she wasn't even wearing. Hogwarts was not too strict on uniforms, so Imogen tended to roll her skirt, wear makeup, and add her own touches to the uniform. Though when it came to the tie and house pride, students were expected to wear their tie and represent their house. Imogen thought it was a load of bullshit, she hated the tie with a burning passion and chose not to wear it.
Even though the holidays were over, the halls were still alive with Christmas spirit ❨ Imogen was sure it would die off some time in the next week. ❩ The first class of the term was Double Potions with Hufflepuffs; her timetable was pretty much the same, she always hated Monday mornings. The only thing that made the class better was the fact that Sirius and Marlene were in the class with her.
The girl descended up the stairs, she was already late to class, though Professor Slughorn didn't seem to care too much about that. Imogen's attention was caught by the loud thumping of footsteps that followed her up the stairs. "Oi! Immy!" The familiar voice called out to her, just by the nickname Imogen could tell it was her raven-haired best friend. They had been close ever since they met in their first year of Hogwarts, he gave her the nickname in her third year, and it had stuck.
As the girl turned around, her blonde hair messily flinging behind her back, she viewed Sirius, as always he had his grin that only meant trouble—his hands were in his pockets as if he was hiding something. Behind him, James, Peter, and Remus followed. Just like Marlene, James was already talking about Quidditch ❨ like he always did. ❩ "Ready for the first masterpiece of the term," Sirius joked, stepping onto the step beside her. Last time Imogen checked, James, Remus, and Peter weren't in her potions class, she was assuming they were sneaking into the class just for the purpose of pulling the first prank of the term.
