Thread: Of Charms and Consequence [ Florence x Vandesdelca ]

The Marauders had always been there at Hogwarts, or so it seemed. They'd always been a constant force of messing about, prodding the teachers when they felt they could get away with it and gliding through school like it was no big deal. But all that had begun to change when their seventh year had come about. Things were... different in Britain now. Darker, more dangerous -- there were whispers in every corner of wizarding society, a malevolent susurrus that tricked from the top down. Voldemort had come into his power and had been there for several years now, stretching into every aspect of society. It was a war fought behind closed doors -- in manors such as the Black family estate, in the halls of the Ministry of Magic, and perhaps most distressingly, in the friendly and open corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And at every turn, there was something to fight back. It just so happened that the force within Hogwarts was a little... different compared to the norm. The hour approached, and so did a couple of voices, too far away from Miya and Alice for the two of them to hear. And it went a bit like this I swear, James, can't you make this thing bigger? It's not exactly a shirt I can run to the tailor's, is it now? It's just a silly old cloak. Give me a few hours, needle and thread, and we could re-enchant it. Oh, you with a needle and thread. I will literally pay to see you try, it'd look dreadful -- and probably be sewn into your robes. If it's invisible, it doesn't have to look good. does it? We're not stitching up the cloak, Sirius. Fine, have it your way. But I'm mandating that you brush before we have to huddle up like this. It bloody reeks of garlic in here... I do, and shut up -- here we are... Ankles, only occasionally visible with the swish of the invisibility cloak, came to a stop some ways up the hall from the tapestry they'd been set to meet the girls by. Sirius and James could see them peeking out, corroborated by the map which James retrieved, lighting the space under the cloak with a swish of his wand. That's them, James muttered. Anyone else? Sirius asked, peering over James' shoulder and getting a strong whiff of garlic. ... seriously mate. Literally drink mouthwash if you have to, he added, wrinkling up his nose. Piss off, James said cheerily. No one's around for miles, Sirius. Wait -- Luci and some of the others are... here, James said, pointing out a part of the map. Shouldn't run into them. Alright. Well, I'll get the girls. You follow behind, yeah? Sirius asked, exchanging a nod with James before he slipped out from underneath the cloak, drawing up his hood as he did. He approached the tapestry, reaching down into his robe to pull up his Gryffindor tie a bit, the signal he'd said he'd give when he arrived. They were, after all, primarily known by the fact that they were a bunch of Gryffindors helping the helpless. Evening, Sirius said, stuffing his tie back down his shirt as the invisible James lingered nearby. Sorry I'm late -- always have to be careful. Which one of you is headed to Hogsmeade? Sirius asked. His eyes flicked from Alice to Miya, halting briefly on Miya before he focused back on Alice. It was rare that their midnight passengers were quite so pretty.