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- He watched as Sirius wordlessly passed over a cigarette, which Moony caught between his teeth and accepted the spark light between Sirius's pale fingers. After a few puffs, Sirius plucked the fag from Remus's mouth to smoke some for himself. Seamless. The well-oiled familiarity of friends who'd been smoking together since the day they returned for fourth year.
- "You're getting too good at that, lads," James chided. "Before you know it, it'll be a lifetime habit."
- Sirius laughed. "Well, you know what they say: a fag is for life, not just for Christmas."
- As if to prove James's point, Remus started coughing dramatically.
- "See? State of you, Moony. Not even seventeen yet and your lungs are busted."
- "No use stopping now then," he croaked without missing a beat. He held up the cigarette in mock salute and inhaled petulantly.
aka. it's 1977 and the Marauders are unstoppable - as long as you ignore everything unsaid.