As quiet, introverted Evelyn Berman agrees to spend her sixth year studying at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, she is introduced to the school's adored Marauders.
From the moment she meets Sirius Black, there's something about the boy t...
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"NOOOO!" Marlene wailed, drawing the attention of the students in the Great Hall as Evelyn watched her fail for the seventh time to maneuver a chocolate cookie from her forehead to her mouth without the aid of her hands.
"You were close that time, Marles, the biscuit touched the tip of your tongue!" James, who had been the blonde's biggest supporter in her endeavor, pointed out while handing her yet another cookie.
"I think these cookies are rigged," Marlene said, pouting as she contemplated an eighth attempt. "Alright, one more try."
"How can cookies be rigged?" Evelyn chuckled, staring at her quizzically.
"I don't know," Marlene shrugged, "They're just giving me bad vibes."
James nodded in agreement, "Total bad vibes. Okay, let's go, Marlene! Remember, it's all in the eyebrows," he added, wiggling his brow for effect.
"You know, I think you're making it look harder than it actually is," Sirius chimed in rather confidently, "Hand me a biscuit, Prongs. Marlene and I are gonna race."
James quickly obliged, beaming with excitement as the opponents carefully balanced their cookies on their foreheads.
"Oh, this should be good," Lily scoffed, although her attention was just as glued to the event before her as the rest of the group.
"NOW, FOR THE EVENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR," James announced, using his hands as a megaphone for added effect. "THE 1976 HOGWARTS BISCUIT GAMES!"
Peter made crowd sound effects from beside Remus, who's interested had been spiked as he was now peeking up from the book he was reading. Holly was tucked underneath his arm clapping enthusiastically as the match was about to begin.
"OKAY CONTESTANTS, HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACKS!" James directed, Marlene and Sirius doing just so. "3...2...1... GO!"
Well, if anyone had been expecting a nail-biting race, they were sadly let down, for not even three seconds in, Sirius's cookie had slid down his face and dropped onto the hard, stone floor.
"MERLIN'S FUCKI—"
"LANGUAGE, BLACK!" Professor McGonagall scolded, sending a disapproving look to Sirius from the staff table— not that he saw it, his eyes, full of disappointment, were staring at the crumbled cookie below him.
"Yeah, Marlene sure is making look more difficult than it actually is, huh, Pads," Remus said, a small grin present on his face as Sirius sent him a quite unfriendly hand gesture.
Marlene, however, was still in the race, the cookie now having traveled to her cheek as James and Lily chanted her name.
As juvenile as it all was, Evelyn could not help but get sucked into the excitement as she watched the sweet inch closer to Marlene's mouth. And, accompanied by victorious cheers, the cookie slid down her cheek and plopped into her mouth.
