"This is it, boys." James grinned.

Sirius quirked a brow and spared a glance from where he was plucking grass, half his weight on Remus (who looked a bit put off but didn't mind enough to say anything). Peter remained quiet; he didn't even look up but that was Peter.

"This is the beginning of everything." He too began tweaking grass from the hidden soil, but casting the carnage towards Sirius. It didn't hit its mark by being too light, and ended up drapped across Remus' face and in his mouth. The werewolf huffed indignantly. Sirius chuckled and leaned over the scrawny man's ribcage, forcing the wind from his lungs.

"Rather dramatic, James." Said Sirius.

"No, hey - I'm trying to be serious." James laughed softly, ripping chunks of grass out at a time now. It felt like they were still at school, lounging lazily in the court yard. "Lily and I have Harry, and soon enough you lot will be finding birds of your own and settling down - and Merlin's Broomsticks, maybe our kids will go to school together."

"Quickly, before he goes into a dream-like state," Droned Remus, but amusement wove through the words at James' whimsical tones.

"I haven't seen him like this since he started getting fancy for Evans." Sirius stretched, languid, and removed himself from the plain of Remus' body. Peter, for his part, was still silent but there was an eeriness to it. The other three men were too convinced by friendship that it could mean anything bad.

"It's nice to know that being in hiding hasn't killed his spirits, though." Remus angled his head in inclination, trying to sink into the ground as James shot like a boy over him and into Sirius, whom rolled them both back against Peter. The young man startled terribly and gave them a withering smile that neither picked up on.

"Nonsense. It's Halloween tomorrow; nothing can kill my excitement. It's a shame we can't go out. Harry would've been able to go with us this year. Maybe the next." As they chatted on with hopes of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named to-be destined demise, neither Marauder noticed the way Peter's neck ducked his head as if in silent knowing.