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𝓔𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 2nd 1978

I head up the stairs towards the astronomy tower in search of a secluded place to unwind, to get away from prying eyes and personal questions. As I push the door open, I spot two figures sat on the edge with a cloud of smoke above their heads.

I let out a low whistle as I approach them, Regulus and Remus' heads snapping around to look at me in surprise.

"Are my two favourite boys bonding?" I coo teasingly.

"If you listen closely, you can almost hear Evan and Sirius crying over that statement" Regulus replies with an amused smile, making us laugh.

"Am I interrupting something?" I ask curiously, looking down at them with a warm smile.

"Not at all" Regulus smiles, moving over and patting the floor between them.

I sit down, swinging my legs over the edge and glancing at my best friend.

"I thought you gave up smoking" I tut at him.

"I did. Although I've been pretty stressed recently. I don't know if you've noticed, but we're in a cult" he replies sarcastically.

"Y'know, I don't think I did notice that. Thanks for pointing it out, Reg" I counter with the same amount of sarcasm and he rolls his eyes with a small smile.

"So are you guys thinking about a more of an outdoorsy sort of thing or like really old fashioned and shit?" Remus speaks up.

"What are you talking about, mate?" Regulus furrows his brows in confusion.

"The wedding" Remus elaborates with a teasing smile.

"Shut up" Regulus chuckles, shaking his head.

"Maybe we could have it at the beach" I suggest perkily, smacking Regulus' arm.

"I'd rather throw myself from this tower" Regulus retorts.

"I'm getting the feeling that he doesn't want to be my husband" I tell Remus jokingly and the lycanthrope grins in amusement.

"What gave me away?" Regulus gasps and I throw him a playful glare.

"Awe, you poor little thing" Remus coos, wrapping an arm around me.

"He's so mean to me" I pout up at the tall brunette and he pouts back, pressing a kiss to my temple.

"You two make me feel ill" Regulus gags.

"Jealousy is not a good look on you, Black" Remus smirks.

"Well cocky isn't your best look either, Lupin" Regulus counters.

"Be nice, boys" I warn them.

"I better get going. Evan is waiting for me in the library" Regulus declares, pulling himself to his feet.

"N'oublies-tu pas quelque chose, ma petite etoile?" I ask the raven haired boy.
(aren't you forgetting something, my little star?)

He rolls his eyes dramatically and crouches down next to me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Je te verrai plus tard, princesse" Regulus tells me and I nod in response.
(i'll see you later, princess)

The Slytherin boy heads towards the exit and I turn back to Remus to see him stub out the end of his cigarette.

"Do you speak French a lot?" Remus questions curiously.

"Often enough" I nod lightly "Mostly just with Reg though"

"Can you speak any other languages?" He then asks.

"Latin, and I've almost perfected Italian too" I answer with a proud smile.

"Wow, that's impressive" He murmurs in awe.

"What about you?" I ask him.

"I'm just barely fluent in English" He admits and we both laugh.

"Sirius, Regulus and I were all taught French around the same as children. Sirius wasn't a fan of it at all but Reg and I practically made it our own little language" I explain with a reminiscent smile on my lips "From ages seven to ten, I don't think I spoke English to Reg at all. We solely spoke in French and it drove Sirius mad"

"Always the drama queen, Sirius is" Remus chuckles.

"Wouldn't be Sirius Black if he wasn't a dramatic little wanker though" I comment and Remus nods in agreement.

"The boys and Marlene should have finished practice by now. Do you want to hang out in our dorm?" The lycanthrope offers.

"I'd like that" I smile warmly.

Remus gets up and offers me his hand so I grab onto it, pulling myself up. I shoot him a wicked smile before apparating us to the marauders dorm room, causing the boy to groan loudly.

We're immediately met by the other three marauders who are holding the map between them, all of them staring at the parchment. Their heads snap up and they look at us in surprise, Sirius throwing the map across the room in an attempt to look less suspicious.

"What have I told you three about checking up on me?" Remus huffs out in annoyance.

"We were just wondering where you were" James shrugs nonchalantly "But why were you with Regulus again?"

"Again?" I question curiously.

"The fifth time since term started" Sirius states matter of factly and I turn to Remus who rolls his eyes.

"We smoke at the astronomy tower. Sue me" Remus scoffs.

"And?" Sirius pries with narrowed eyes.

"And we talk" Remus adds.

"About what?" I ask.

"Mostly about you" He admits.

"Oh" I mumble with an understanding nod.

"How does it feel that your fake boyfriend and your real boyfriend go on dates to talk shite about you?" Sirius asks me jokingly and I glare at him.

"You're not funny, dickhead" Remus snaps, picking up a cushion and throwing it at the grey eyed boy.

"How was practice, Prongs?" I question, changing the subject as I flop down onto Remus' bed.

"Oh! Oh! It was great" James beams happily, bouncing up on his knees excitedly "I tried out this new trick that I came up with a few weeks back and it did take a few tries but I completely aced it. Padfoot had a go but he was utter shite"

"Shut up, James. It's really hard!" Sirius retorts.

"It's easy peasy" James argues.

"It looked hard" Peter pipes up.

"Hush, Wormy" The Potter boy waves him off.

I immediately regret even asking about quidditch at all as James goes into an incredibly descriptive recall of the whole practice, including backstories to everything and ten mini stories in between as he gets distracted. Soon enough he's stood in the middle of the room, showing us how his new trick works but without his broom so there's a lot of hand motions and yelling.

"And then Johnson fell off his broom! He was all like 'Ahhh!' and we were like 'Oh, shite'. Then Dawson managed to catch him before he hit the ground and I was all like 'That's why I made Phoebe our seeker, she's speedy as fuck' to which Sirius disagreed because he's still grumpy that she totally isn't into him" James rants wildly.

"I mean, can you blame me? Everyone is into me!" Sirius shrieks in disbelief.

"She's a lesbian, mate!" James retorts.

"Is not" Sirius gasps.

"Is so" James nods quickly with wide eyes "Seen her snogging her girlfriend at the last Hufflepuff party"

"Her girlfriend is a Hufflepuff?" Sirius questions nosily.

"No, her girlfriend is a Ravenclaw. Emmeline or something" James answers "But that's not the point, is it? The point is that Phoebe is the best seeker Gryffindor has ever had and you won't admit it because you're a wanker"

"Okay, fine. She's great at what she does. That better, Prongs?" Sirius huffs out.

"Much better. Thank you, Padfoot" James grins smugly "Now, where was I with the story?"

"Blair Johnson fell off his broom" Peter helps out without looking up from his doodling.

"Yes! So, I told Johnson to do a few laps because he's getting a little lazy, y'know?" James continues his story, droning on and on while the boys listen to him intently.

"Does he have an off switch?" I mutter under my breath.

"Well, usually we just tape his mouth shut" Remus shrugs.

"Merlin's sake, you've actually done that? That's a bit harsh, Rem" I say in surprise.

"Is it though?" Remus tilts his head, watching James as he imitates someone crashing their broom with a loud booming laugh.

"Hand me the tape" I demand.