Strange Benefits (James Potter)

twelve

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Colder days were usual by the time the first week of October rolled around. Students couldn't go outside without scarves anymore because of the cool Scottish winds, and meals weren't complete without hot cups of tea and soup. Although most students prefer to enjoy the warmth of their respective common rooms, the Marauders decided to spend their time by the great lake.

"If you used Prongs' cloak to sleep then maybe you'd still have a home, Padfoot." Peter's muffled voice from stuffing a whole muffin in his mouth fills the silence, absentmindedly dusting off his robes.

Sirius scrunches up his face in mock disgust before throwing a pebble at the hungry boy, "I already have a home."

"Yeah," James agreed before throwing an arm around Sirius. "With me,"

Remus fake gagged, "I'm so sick of you two."

"Don't be jealous, Moony!" The head boy started to tease until he saw two figures walking by them. One with long, fiery red hair, and one with dirty blonde. The latter, he was pretty familiar with physically.

He stopped moving immediately after spotting the two girls who have his love and lust walking together. "Lads, please tell me that is not Evans with Rosamund."

The three sat up straight from their places in the picnic blanket they propped themselves on, staring blatantly at the two girls.

"Prongs, mate, you're so screwed." Sirius laughs loudly.

James watched the pair standing a few feet from them, his heart beating loudly in his chest.

What the hell is going on?

Milla laughs at something Lily says and waves goodbye before the prefect goes in another direction, leaving the head girl alone. As if sensing the four pairs of eyes on her, she turns toward the Marauders and playfully rolls her eyes.

"What just happened?" James says frantically just as Milla reached them. "Were my eyes deceiving me?"

"Stop being so dramatic, Potter," she scoffs before crossing her arms over her chest. "Lily and I were just talking about NEWTs."

The boy stood up and towered over her, "But you don't just talk to anyone,"

She glared at him. "I can talk to whoever I want. Don't worry, I'm not sabotaging your chance with Evans."

"That's not what I was implying," he frowns before wrapping a hand around her wrist. "C'mon, we're the ones who need to talk."

He hears her sigh before reluctantly following. Milla didn't question him when he led her past the Gryffindor common rooms, and didn't utter a word when he shut the door to their dorm.