Marlene commentated on the blatant fakeness of the reality TV show that they were watching as Lily attempted the appearance of paying attention to what she was saying. The steady stream of squawking from the overly-privileged stars was abruptly interrupted by the sound of their landline ringing. Glad for the excuse, Lily shot up to grab it.

"Evans and Mckinnon residence, Evans speaking," Lily said into the receiver.

"Lily it's Mary. I need you and Marlene to come down to the station right now. The Marauders - I repeat: The Marauders are here to be interviewed. I don't know how long they'll be so you need to get here fast."

"The what?" asked Lily.

"Who is it?" called Marlene from the den.

"It's Mary. She said something about the Marauders being at the station or something like-" She hadn't the chance to finish her sentence on account of Marlene bursting into the kitchen to snatch the phone from Lily.

"Mary? It's Mar. We'll be there in 5 minutes, max." Marlene slammed the phone down and yelled at Lily in passing:

"Grab your coat!"

Lily did as instructed but was still bewildered by what had transpired to quickly. "Who are the Marauders?"

"Only the greatest band in existence," Marlene replied with a grunt as she forced her boot on. "Both as equally hot as they are talented and we're going to meet them. That is, if you ever hurry up!"

"I'm grabbing a scarf, calm down. They may be famous but they can wait a few extra minutes. Contrary to what you may think, musicians are people too."

"Yeah yeah," Marlene mumbled. "You can explain to me the unfairness of fame on the way there." She started pushing Lily out the door, which only made Lily walk even slower just to spite her. "Make sure you don't mention any of that new-world thinking rubbish,"

However crudely put, she had to agree with Marlene that meeting critically-acclaimed musicians was not the time for her feminist lectures, no matter how insightful they were. Lily listened - slightly amused - as Marlene began to demonstrate her extent of Marauders' trivia all the way to Radiocenter, where Mary had recently began her media internship.

After paying the cabbie and entering the spotless building, Lily pulled out her mobile to text Mary they'd arrived but was greeted by Mary herself instead.

"OK, they're just finishing up their interviews so we're going to have to be quick if we want to talk to them before they go."

"Are they leaving town?" Lily asked.

"No, but they've got loads of other interviews to do while in Pelly so we won't get to talk to them 'cept for now,"

Mary navigated them through identical halls with surprising efficiency for an intern and stopped in front of a large door that had a sign lit up in bright red that read "ON AIR." She instructed them to wait outside while they finished up. Minutes later, she waved them in.

The band had done a live performance and were packing up a few of their instruments when Mary opened the door. Even though she'd gotten the OK from boss, she still entered timidly, as if afraid she was violating some civilian lifestyle rule.

Even if she hadn't heard them play, Lily was certain their music was flawless based off the looks of the boys. Each had such a different appearance but were equally beautiful. Possibly the most attractive quality was how normal they seemed, despite their fame. It humbled Lily's predisposition of them.

"Erm, hi," Mary said softly. Almost as if an afterthought, she extended her hand robotically. The musicians smiled pleasantly and each shook her hand - not at all annoyed by her nerves. "I'm Mary. I work here. Well sort of; I'm an intern really but I still get all the access and stuff so really it's not that big of a -" She was cut off by Marlene, who casually nudged her babbling friend in her side. "Oh right, hah!" She chuckled lightly. "These are my friends: Marlene and Lily." Mary gestured to them both.

Marlene walked straight up to the band with all the confidence that Mary had lacked.

"Hi, I'm Marlene. Such a big fan! I own every album, know every song and even know all the trivia the tabloids will provide. I love you guys. Your music is just so…inspiring." She said while shaking each of their hands for a time generously over the traditional amount. The band chuckled and shared looks of amusement with each other.

Lily remained the only one to have not properly introduced herself. When realizing so, she approached them and began to explain her lack of knowledge.

"I really hate to admit it but I actually am not quite the superfan that Marlene is. She can probably list your blood types and I don't even know your names."

"Well we'll have to fix that then won't we?" Spoke one of them with the long dark hair and atrociously good looks. "I'm Sirius, that's Remus, Peter, and James." He introduced each of them in their respective order of seating.

Lily shook Sirius' hand with a warm smile and moved down the line. The one named Remus gave her the most genuine smile she ever thought possible from someone in the music business. He was covered in tattoos, but not in a manner that made it seem like he was attempting to be tough. Each tattoo was so unique that it was obvious his collection of ink was deeply connected to his past, and not just a drunken dare from frat brothers at university. There was something about Remus that immediately made Lily feel like she could trust him, despite having just met him.

The next one, Peter, was the most different from all of them. Larger in size, he paled in comparison to the exquisite figure of Remus or Sirius. Still, he had a boyish charm about him. He appeared to have decent sun exposure as shown by his light covering of freckles and his sandy-blonde hair. If in a different setting, Lily could very well see herself befriending Peter for a multitude of reasons.

The last band member offered his hand to Lily as she moved towards him.

"James," He introduced himself.

"Lily," She replied.

"Do you have a last name, Lily?"

"I do, but you didn't give me yours so I don't see why I should give you mine." She countered with a light chuckle.

A smile broke out on James' face and he stood up to his full height, probably a whole head taller than her. He looked, quite literally, down on her and grinned. He extended his hand for the second time and said:

"James Potter, pleased to meet you."

"Lily Evans, likewise." said she, shaking his hand.

Maybe it was Lily's imagination, but James seemed to reluctantly released her hand.

"Peter, when is our last interview?" he asked.

"It starts at four, why?"

"Miss Evans, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"