This is a oneshot that was intended to be longer. I don't have the energy to make it longer sorry, but please feel free to make it your inspiration to write and make it longer.
OC x James Potter
Georgie Selwyn, first cousin of Peter Pettigrew is a year younger.
She's best friends with Regulus black (she met him at a party and became fast friends).
Her relationship with Peter is very close and sees him as a brother.
His mother is a not so disowned Selwyn who is far better than Georgie's mum. The aunt is called Gemma. All Selwyn female names start with G and most of them are cursed with atrocious names because there aren't a lot of pretty names that start with G.
Love interest James Potter (he likes her swottiness)
The closest friend in the Maurauders is Remus (she mothers him and always gives him chocolate even though she doesn't eat it just to brighten his day, she always keeps it on her in her highly illegal extendable charmed pockets)
She has playful banter with Sirius
She's friendly with Severus but doesn't feel comfortable with Lily
Enjoy xx
The rain fell relentlessly against the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, drenching everything in sight. Georgie Selwyn huddled beneath the small awning of Gladrags Wizardwear, peering through the window at the colorful robes and hats, an image of such vibrant cheer that it made her heart ache. Rainwater dripped from the tip of her nose, her unruly dark hair sticking damply to her cheeks.
"Well, aren't you just the picture of a lost kitten?" came a teasing voice that broke through her thoughts. She turned to see Sirius Black, leaning against the wall, his signature grin plastered on his face. "You look like you've been torn from the midst of a thunderstorm and thrown straight into misery."
"Thanks, Sirius," she mumbled, shivering slightly as her clothes clung uncomfortably to her. "You really know how to make a girl feel better. I thought I'd try the downtrodden look today."
Sirius chuckled, one eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Maybe it's time to go back to your brother— er, cousin, or something. I hear he's got a bit of a warm house to offer."
Georgie wrinkled her nose, fixing him with an accusatory glare.
"Peter? Not in a million years. He'd probably have all the snacks gone before he even offered me a spot at the table."
Georgie and Peter Pettigrew had grown up close, as near siblings in their small family. He had a knack for being endearing while at the same time entirely too hungry, a trait she often found amusing. It was his mother, Gemma, who made the best pumpkin pasties, and on rainy days like this, she couldn't help but miss the warmth of their tiny kitchen.
"Well, if you're going to stay out here looking like some sad stray, I suppose I'll just have to bring you in," Sirius said, extending his arm in mock chivalry. "To rescue you from your obvious plight."
Slightly amused despite herself, Georgie rolled her eyes but granted him a smile.
"Fine, but only if you promise to skip the whole 'Hero Saves the Day' act. I'm not made of sugar, you know."
"Not yet, at least," Sirius replied, chuckling again as they stepped inside the shop, shaking off droplets of rain from their clothes.
As they browsed through racks of vibrant textile creations, Regulus Black soon appeared, a mischievous look playing on his face.
"Did I hear someone in need of a saviour?" He smirked, glancing sideways at Sirius.
"More like a lost cause," Sirius shot back, leaning into Georgie, their playful rivalry as natural as breathing.
The banter continued until the door swung open once more, and in walked James Potter. His warm, hazel eyes instantly searched the room until they landed on Georgie. A brilliant smile spread across his face, pulling her heart into a flutter that she couldn't quite explain, even to herself.
"Georgie! You look like you've just been through a waterfall," he said, slipping his wand from his pocket and conjuring a light breeze to dry her off.
"Har har," Georgie replied with a grin, thanking him as she absorbed the warmth seeping into her clothes. "You know me; never one to shy away from getting caught in a storm."
"Lucky for you, I like damp kittens," he quipped back, a twinkle in his eye.
James and Regulus exchanged glances, their amusement over Georgie's playful repartee making her heart race in a way she wasn't quite ready to admit. She often mused if it was just the slightest hint of something more than friendship budding in that warm laughter of theirs—something akin to the connection she felt with Remus, her cherished friend of exhausted heart and endless snacks.
As if on cue, Remus entered, shaking off droplets as he approached them.
"Did someone say chocolate?"
"Always," Georgie beamed, reaching into her highly illegal extendable charmed pocket. "And I saved the best just for you." She shyly handed him a bar of Honeydukes' finest, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
"Georgie, you're too good to me," Remus replied, his gratitude evident in the way his face lit up, a much-needed spark of joy in his otherwise weary demeanour. As usual, the pull of the full moon was only getting stronger.
"Only because someone has to keep you away from all that wretched library parchment," she teased affectionately. "You know I can't bear the thought of you going hungry. Just stay out of trouble, okay?"
"Challenge accepted," he winked, slipping the rest of the chocolate into his bag after taking a bite or two.
The chatter continued through the afternoon as the weather outside remained dreary but within Gladrags, laughter and warmth filled every inch. When the rain finally ceased and puddles began to form along the streets, the group stepped back outside, Georgie feeling the electrifying sense of friendship wrap her like a snug blanket.
As they ambled down the street, teasing and laughing, Georgie took a moment to glance back at Sirius, wishing for a moment that the rain would return. The playful banter, the look in James's eyes, and the bond she shared with Remus and Regulus—weaving throughout her heart with each exchange—made the journey vibrant and alive.
In that fleeting moment, as she intertwined with friends and family in both laughter and sweet companionship, Georgie Selwyn realized that no matter how cursed they claimed their names might be, there was beauty enveloped in every moment. And here, with the Marauders by her side, she felt like the luckiest "kitten" in the world.