"Peter?"
"Yeah, Remus?"
"What are you drawing?"
"The House mascots."
"Oh!" Remus takes a moment to examine his friend's handiwork. "Well, that's a fantastic badger."
"… It's supposed to be the lion."
"… I knew that."
And the Sirius joins them.
"Is that a sausage? Because if you meant for that to be a snake, you did a—"
"Sirius—"
"Bloody brilliant job," Sirius corrects himself upon seeing the look in Remus' eye, clearing his throat before returning his attention to the drawing. "I will say your raven looks particularly spot-on."
"Hang on," Remus frowns. "Ravenclaw's mascot is an eagle."
"Bullocks," Sirius protested. "Why the hell would it be an eagle with a name like Ravenclaw?"
"Because ravens carry a lot of negative connotation, I guess. Harbingers of death and all."
"Har-what-now? We were talking about how the 'claws definitely have a raven for their mascot."
"It's an eagle." James suddenly comes up, his glasses broken in the center, a lens cracked.
Remus takes one look at his glasses and sighs. "Lily?"
"Yeah," James replies glumly.
"Wait, eagles?" Peter butts in, frowning.
"Don't you go changing sides on me now, Peter," Sirius says, eyeing the smaller boy. "We have to remain firm in our conviction!"
"Sirius," Remus begins, handing James' his repaired glasses. "Your conviction doesn't do anything to change the fact that Rowena chose an eagle because they serve as a better symbol for the Ravenclaw House."
They quickly descend to bickering, until a logical, deadpan voice cuts through the argument. "Ravenclaw has an eagle." A copy of Hogwarts, a History is unceremoniously dropped (Remus cringes) on the table in front of them, open to the introduction. Looking up, they find Dorcas Meadowes standing at the edge of the table. "You'd do better to listen to Lupin, Black."
Without another word (James swears he hears her mutter idiots to herself, but he could just be hearing things), she moves away, leaving four silent boys in her wake.