Lily has some serious issues with the wind and a book.

Harry's first word was not what Lily and James wanted it to be. It was more suited, actually, to his godfather's taste.

One fateful Halloween night, James reminds the world that he IS a Marauder.

On the bright side, If I die and you live, I'll get to meet Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs first." Just a little pre-death goodbye from twin to twin.

Even in the middle of a war, there is no stopping Christmas. Marauders-and-Frank-centric.

No! All I want to do is buy you a butterbeer!" Remus Lupin, accept the goddamn butterbeer!

Sirius woke up the same way every morning. Short and sweet, Sirius-centric.

Hermione was the cold one. Rational, logical. Normal body temperature of around 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit at any given time. So the way Sirius was now, skin slightly chilled to the touch and so, so still, was wrong and frightening and awful.

"What do YOU want, Loony?" he sneered at her, watching without sadness as his aunt's body was lowered into the ground. "My biggest dream used to be to find a Crumple-Horned Snorkack," She replied somberly. "Now I'm not so sure."

Sirius gaped. "BELLATRIX? How did you get into Heaven!"

You will find your love sooner than you think, Luna dear.

Perenelle Flamel was climbing a mountain. Fridwulfa was a giantess who liked to get to know her dinner. It didn't happen often, but it happened.

In which Remus finds Sirius's chocolates mildly disagreeable, and James and Sirius attempt to teach Remus something very important.

A collection of drabbles done by my sister and myself in order to improve upon our writing to the highest extent possible. Chapter one: Peanuts, Restricted Section, and Fur.