And yet, he was utterly miserable. Curled in an armchair by the fire, he scowled at James, who was lounging across from him on the sofa, looking insufferably pleased with himself. Fleamont sat in his favorite chair by the window, pretending to read the Daily Prophet but barely containing a smirk. Euphemia bustled about, humming to herself as she arranged a tray of biscuits and tea, though the way her eyes twinkled every time they flickered to Sirius made it clear she was well aware of what was happening.

The Marauders Era

"What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end."

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