The way back to the Gryffindor Common Room should have been easy, right? Just two people walking down the hallways, with one Sirius Black trailing behind them like an overzealous bodyguard desperately, if terribly, trying not to burst into laughter.

And failing.

He almost had it under control—until they turned the corner and ran straight into Remus and Peter. Sirius's bark-like laughter echoed through the corridor, bouncing off the stone walls in full force when he saw the sheer exhaustion in Remus's expression—the blank stare of a man who had reached his limit in two seconds.

Remus took one look at the situation and immediately gave up. His wide-eyed disbelief melted into sheer resignation. Peter, meanwhile, froze mid-sip from his water bottle. His brain visibly stalled.

"Why am I not surprised?" Remus muttered, rubbing his temples.

"Polyjuice potion mishap!" Sirius declared, radiating far too much pride for something that should, in theory, be a disaster. "And James here..." he gestured toward the person at his left (very much not James) with a devilish grin "...is being painfully prudish and won't let me grab his boobs."

James (the Lily at his right) immediately smacked him. "I'm James, you absolute prick," he snapped, torn between horror and reluctant amusement. "And you can't just—no."

The argument was cut short by the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. Sirius straightened, while Remus wasted no time yanking you into the alcove beside him and Peter.

From their hiding spot, they had a perfect view of the mess unfolding before them: James, still trapped in your body, desperately trying to maintain composure while Sirius greeted Professor Slughorn with far too much enthusiasm.