Term was coming to a rapid close. The snow blanketed the grounds, falling in heavy white flurries that had some students wondering if the train would get them safely to London in the morning and others thankful that certain tracks had been neatly covered.
In true Gryffindor spirit, the end of term signified a celebration, one happily provided for by the Marauders who had split up and snuck into Hogsmeade and the kitchens only to return with arms full of butterbeer, firewhiskey, pumpkin pasties, treacle, and holiday cookies. They might not be willing to share the secrets of their success, but they would always share the reward. As Remus watched James and Sirius brush snow out of their hair, he was infinitely grateful for Peter enlisting them for kitchen duty.
The party was as all parties were, loud and punctuated with LOUDER squeals and roars of laughter as James or Sirius no doubt enchanted something in the name of a prank. Remus kept near the fireplace for most of the night, occasionally sipping a butterbeer and with his wand in hand. It took James almost fifteen minutes to realize who was behind the charmed Christmas bells that kept ringing and spouting smoke whenever he attempted to speak. Remus fell into laughter with the others and vanished the bells before James could think of a proper retaliation, though Remus had no doubt fire would be returned.
Remus got up from the fire and started towards the dormitory stairs,done with the party at least for a little while ( he was almost certain it would keep going until they had to pack their bags for the train). He got as far as the first step before someone called his name and he turned.