Peter sat comfortably in the common room, enjoying a cup of hot cocoa on a winter day. Sirius ran through the portrait hole, barreling through a couple of first-years, and straight to Peter. He was the only Marauder he could find at the moment.
"37!" he announced proudly. "I've kissed 37 girls under the mistletoe today!"
Peter nearly spit out his drink. "Raped, more like," he said with a laugh. "Really, Sirius. You're horrible."
"I'm going to hell and I'm going to love every minute of it. I'll play cards with Hitler."