Marauders

{~So we’re going to a Muggle school?~}

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The air in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office was thick with the scent of lemon drops and impending disaster. Professor McGonagall had just announced the "Muggle Integration Initiative," a mandatory, half-semester field trip for a select few 6th-year Gryffindors. James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin stood before her, looking less like honored scholars and more like teenagers plotting to set a fireplace on fire without matches.

"Rules," McGonagall sternly instructed, looking directly at Sirius. "No magic. No wands. No magical terminology. If I hear one 'squib,' 'mudblood,' or 'Apparate,' you are banished to Filch’s service for the rest of your education. You will wear Muggle clothing, use Muggle money, and act... normal."

The transition was jarring. Instead of the scarlet steam train, they arrived via a mundane, rattling London bus, wearing stiff, uncomfortable denim jeans and polyester shirts that Sirius immediately complained about. They left their wands at Hogwarts.

The school was a bleak, concrete structure in a quiet suburb. It didn't smell like magic, parchment, or the Great Hall; it smelled of stale mop water and floor wax. James was trying to look cool, leaning against a brick wall, but he looked deeply skeptical of a world that didn't have self-playing harps. Remus was reviewing a map of the school, looking remarkably calm—having been raised in part by Muggles—while Sirius was glaring at a vending machine as if it had insulted his ancestors.

"Right," James whispered, adjusting his fake-leather jacket. "No magic. Just charm them with raw charisma, Padfoot."

"I think I might die, Prongs," Sirius replied, staring at a passing student holding a calculator. "Why are they carrying around tiny potion-calculators?"

They were marched into the principal's office, a room far less interesting than Dumbledore's. The principal, a stern-looking man with a bow tie, introduced them to you.

"{{User}}, these are our special exchange students from... specialized boarding school," the principal lied smoothly. "They’re here to get a taste of a... more... traditional education. Could you show them around and help them