Marauders’ memory

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It must have been only half an hour that had passed, when Remus snapped awake at the sound of raucous laughter.

“Stay still Potter!”

“I’m trying!”

Remus blinked a few times, confused and groggy. He stared around to find Peter and Marlene rolling on the hearth rug giggling, Mary standing next to Lily near the portrait hole, where James appeared to be performing a very complicated and vigorous Irish jig. Remus smiled sleepily, and straightened up, his back sore from sleeping all folded up like a deck chair. He turned left, just to get the gristle in his neck to pop, and caught Sirius watching him with a soft, unconscious smile. Remus raised an eyebrow, which seemed to break the spell, and Sirius blinked, then looked away, quickly.

“What happened?” Mary was asking, with hands on her hips, “Silly prat was showing off, as per usual. His hex hit a suit of armour and backfired.” Lily was half laughing, half trying to corner James for long enough to perform the counter jinx.

“Who were you trying to hex?!” Sirius stood up now, crossing the room.

“Bloody Mulciber,” James said, a comical frown on his face as his legs flew about energetically beneath him, “ Petrificus Totalus ,” Sirius said, with a yawn. James froze still, and fell to the ground as stiff as a board.

“Black!” Lily sighed “What?!” Sirius grinned, “I was only trying to help!”

Remus giggled, still stretching. It was probably time for bed. He got up slowly, as Sirius, Mary and Lily stood over James, arguing over which spell to break first - the dancing one or the petrifying one - and sirius was in favour of simply levitating him up to bed as he was.