written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: glory
TW: smoking (cannabis and tobacco)
The four marauders laid on their dormitory floor, legs tangled, hair fanned out, spliffs twirled between their fingers.
James was smiling with his eyes closed. Peter was giggling at nothing in particular. Sirius was pressing sloppy kisses against Remus’ temple.
But the fourth marauder wasn’t feeling so peaceful.
“Lads,” he mumbled around his spliff, “Do you ever feel like this is it? Like these are our best days in life, and it’s all downhill from here?”
Peter hummed happily. “Yeah,” he agreed, “I do, Moony.”
Remus frowned. “Isn’t that kind of depressing?”
James shook his head vigorously. “I don’t think it’s depressing at all,” he declared, “We’ve had a good run together, us four, and Hogwarts will always be the home of our glory days. We’ll be leaving behind a great pranking legacy. If this really is the peak of our lives, it’s not a bad one. We’ve had loads of fun together, haven’t we?”
Sirius traced Remus’ cheekbone with one finger, eyes glassy yet bright. They lit up with affection when Remus looked at him. Remus sighed peacefully, feeling higher off Sirius’ love than he did off the cannabis.
“Yeah,” he murmured, “I suppose we have.”
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