Disclaimer: I do not own the Marauders.
James Potter has always preferred socks. If he has to choose between shoes, socks, or bare feet, the middle choice always holds strongest for him. To him, socks are the barrier you cannot exceed, that holds the warmth in, and repels the cold. They are more defensive then going around barefoot, yet they are thin enough to allow him to feel the delightful touch of the earth. When he becomes the majestic stag, the sock is slowly transformed into a heavy hoof, that pounds against the ground in a steady rhythm.
Sirius Black loves going around without covering his feet. He marvels at how the unguarded foot seems to react differently when touching the ground, how the toes always stay in an upper position, hovering above the ground until the heel and ball of the foot are planted firmly on the ground, slowly joining them, grasping the dirt tenderly. He loves the sensation of sand between the toes, of dirt sticking to the soles of each foot, and the grass that tickles at the ankle. He cherishes the mud that gets stuck between his paws as he runs through the turf as a dog.
Remus Lupin enjoys sandals. He likes things so that there is a protection from the sensitive spots, and the rest of his foot is open to the elements. He smiles when the morning dew rubs off of the grasses and onto his pant legs, soaking the soles of his shoes and dampening his flesh; how the rocks indent the shoes in all the right (and occasionally wrong) places; and how, once done with them, they slide off easily. As a werewolf, he is not sure how it feels, as he is rarely sure of anything at those times. Somewhere, though,
in the deep recesses of his mind, he is sure that he still would have chosen to wear sandals, queer though it may be.
Peter Pettigrew finds comfort in shoes. He feels protected from the outside evils whenever he wears them. They allow him freedom to romp about wherever he pleases,
and not have to worry about sticks or thorns or bees. He likes knowing that he controls what goes in and comes out, and that the only thing that he has to worry about concerning them is the undeniable blister that forms from years of wear and tear. Once he becomes a mouse, he loses that feeling of self-protection, and dashes off to wherever he feels is the safest.
Lily Evans, soon to be Lily Potter, delights in bare feet, watching her toes wiggle in the cool stream water. She feels joyous at the tickling sensation that fills her as a friend rubs a finger down her socked foot, eliciting a light giggle. She loves the beach sand that stealthily sneaks between her foot and her flip flop as she kicks it casually into the sea water, and finds condolence knowing that with her shoes, nothing can penetrate the thick leather hide and reach the skin. After her marriage to James, her interests did not diverge,
and she found herself like a paste that stuck the Marauders together.
James Potter has always preferred socks. If he has to choose between shoes, socks, or bare feet, the middle choice always holds strongest for him. To him, socks are the barrier you cannot exceed, that holds the warmth in, and repels the cold. They are more defensive then going around barefoot, yet they are thin enough to allow him to feel the delightful touch of the earth. When he becomes the majestic stag, the sock is slowly transformed into a heavy hoof, that pounds against the ground in a steady rhythm.
Sirius Black loves going around without covering his feet. He marvels at how the unguarded foot seems to react differently when touching the ground, how the toes always stay in an upper position, hovering above the ground until the heel and ball of the foot are planted firmly on the ground, slowly joining them, grasping the dirt tenderly. He loves the sensation of sand between the toes, of dirt sticking to the soles of each foot, and the grass that tickles at the ankle. He cherishes the mud that gets stuck between his paws as he runs through the turf as a dog.
Remus Lupin enjoys sandals. He likes things so that there is a protection from the sensitive spots, and the rest of his foot is open to the elements. He smiles when the morning dew rubs off of the grasses and onto his pant legs, soaking the soles of his shoes and dampening his flesh; how the rocks indent the shoes in all the right (and occasionally wrong) places; and how, once done with them, they slide off easily. As a werewolf, he is not sure how it feels, as he is rarely sure of anything at those times. Somewhere, though,
in the deep recesses of his mind, he is sure that he still would have chosen to wear sandals, queer though it may be.
Peter Pettigrew finds comfort in shoes. He feels protected from the outside evils whenever he wears them. They allow him freedom to romp about wherever he pleases,
and not have to worry about sticks or thorns or bees. He likes knowing that he controls what goes in and comes out, and that the only thing that he has to worry about concerning them is the undeniable blister that forms from years of wear and tear. Once he becomes a mouse, he loses that feeling of self-protection, and dashes off to wherever he feels is the safest.
Lily Evans, soon to be Lily Potter, delights in bare feet, watching her toes wiggle in the cool stream water. She feels joyous at the tickling sensation that fills her as a friend rubs a finger down her socked foot, eliciting a light giggle. She loves the beach sand that stealthily sneaks between her foot and her flip flop as she kicks it casually into the sea water, and finds condolence knowing that with her shoes, nothing can penetrate the thick leather hide and reach the skin. After her marriage to James, her interests did not diverge,
and she found herself like a paste that stuck the Marauders together.