My heart is weighed down for him. watch as he blows smoke from his nostrils and heaves a sigh.

 We sit in silence for a moment, staring out across the expansive grounds, flecked with exploring students. I want to say words of comfort to him. I want to understand his situation. But I can’t.

 "As our laughing begins to wane, Sirius brushes the hair out of his face and says to me, “I miss that. I feel like you haven’t done something like that with us in ages. I miss those days. When it was the Marauders plus one.”

“Well Rora…” James starts, handing me the piece of parchment he'd been holding. “We’ve got something to explain."

...And before I can respond, there is a loud whistle from behind us. We peak back over into the main room to see James and Peter standing up on a table, unidentified objects in hand. Their faces are filled with mischievous glee.

“Oi! Partygoers! Friends! Fellow students....you didn’t really think we, the Marauders as it were, would throw a party with no…sparkle and bang, shall we say?"

“You don’t even know what you do to people, do you?” I say after another minute, my voice barely above a whisper. I fear my hands will start to tremble with how overwhelmed and angry I am.

He lets out a growling sigh and throws his hands up, hooking his arms behind his head as he turns around in frustration. “And what does that mean? “