Prologue: Hip Hip Hurrah to a new job
Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter Universe then would I be writting fanfiction?
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"Wow, that's great! You know what we should do? Celebrate!"
Remus smiled at his best friend as James rose his glass of fire whisky in tribute to the werewolf's new job.
There was only four of the friends in the Three Broomsticks that night. The four 'original' best friends in their group of nine, Peter, James, Sirius and Remus.
It was light out despite the fact that it was getting late, a cool breeze blowing in from the open doors the only sign that the days summer sun was leaving them, the last light shimmering in through the open windows and gleaming off the amber liquid in the four men's glasses as they raised them up high, clinking together, fire whisky sloshing over the sides and splashing across the table before they bought their glasses to their lips and, all four of them, drunk deeply in the light of the last summer sun.