Post by Hiss on Jun 30, 2006 23:09:27 GMT -5
Sirius:
Summer seemed to suddenly come and as quickly as it did, it soon went away, leaving the new beginnings of autumn to bring in the refreshed Hogwarts students from their holiday. The great hall had crowded up quickly that next morning, the events of the night before involved the infamous sorting ritual and mouth watering food which the student had devoured all down to the last piece of pumpkin pastry. But of course they would have, it was after all a long trip from Platform 9 ¾ to the school. The process of packing, loading and trudging it all somewhere always took a toll on the students, especially the younger ones. This year as Sirius shoved all his sweaters in his trunk, as he crammed every last book in as well, there was no one to wave goodbye and blow kisses as he bore the train. No, at long last he was a free man, if you would call it that. Sirius was no longer bound and chained by his family’s oppressive rules and strict upbringing. Although, despite if his parents were there to see him off, there wouldn’t have been any fond goodbyes and cheeks being pinched to remind him to behave anyway. After camping out the last summer or so at the Potter residence, one of the more generous relatives of the Black family had left Sirius enough to live decently on his own. It was just a relatively small town house, but he was on the only one that happened to live in that particular apartment. With the last of his wealth he had bought a motorcycle, which just so happened to fly. The boys, James, Remus and Peter had visited a few times over the summer, welcoming in Sirius’ new life style and luxuries, Remus even brought over a used chest set his father uncovered from their attic. James and Peter however brought fire whiskey and the lot of them had a joyous time. Yes, summer. Although not much could be said or remembered as they drank the nights away and streaked through the neighborhood. It would be their last summer as blissful youths, unknowingly all their lives would change soon enough.
“Can someone pass some toast over here?” With a mouth full of food crammed into his mouth, Sirius asked out loud, not caring who or what gave him more toast as long as he had it. True, he was still extremely full from last nights meal but a growing boy was a growing boy and now a days nothing seemed to quench the unsustainable hunger that never died. Maybe he shouldn’t be known as Sirius Black anymore but as the boy whose stomach was bottomless. As Sirius munched on whatever was in front of him quite contently the events of yesterday began to unfold.
After seventh years of watching the sorting over and over again it couldn’t be helped that the entertainment level wasn’t very high anymore. But alas, there never was a dull moment in the life of a Marauder! The boys, well mostly just James and Sirius, had spent the majority of the sorting booing and hissing whenever a new Slytherin was dumped into the mess that was the rest of them. And of course, the remains of the sweets Sirius had bought on the train were being put into good use, mainly to be thrown at Severus who merely sat there in anger, muttering something that Sirius could have only guessed along the lines of, ‘Just you wait Potter, Black…’ And numerous death wishes and hexes. After a merry hour or so of taunting Slytherin, the food was called forth. As usual, marvelous in everyway. James and Peter fought over the last steak; Sirius took some of Remus’ potatoes (who gave up on the idea of eating in peace or without Sirius’ fork on his plate every other second).
As the boys were full and content in there corpulent fullness, they trotted back to their beloved dorm rooms. James of course led the way; Sirius still wasn’t over the initial shock of him, James ‘Prongs’ Potter being head boy. They all had a few good laughs over the summer, even if dear ol’ James didn’t find it remotely funny that he couldn’t be the head boy.
“Well, we always thought Remus would end up being you know, the head boy… Not that you aren’t just as qualified!” Peter had quickly added the last remark after James sent a particular nasty glare in his direction. Sirius was hysterically laughing on the floor and Remus… Well, he was just trying to make light of the entire situation and tried to keep James from beating the bloody pulp out of Sirius as he cooed about Lily Evans and James Potter making little prefect babies.
All there precious belongings laid out in the front of their beds, their beds cozy that waited to be slept on. All tired out from their trip, they decided to settle in finally, after toasting each other and making a promise to make this year be the best and for joyous memories yet to come. One by one, they fell asleep. Sirius dreamt about running in a field, chasing after ducks. James, something inappropriate about Ms. Evans. Peter dreamed of cheese. And Remus most likely stayed up half the night worrying or something or if all his clothes were actually cleaned before he left home.
Sirius was still waiting for his toast, which no one seemed to be passing over. “Towst?” Another mouth full of eggs and bacon. There class room schedules were due to arrive any moment now, his attention span jumping suddenly from last night to the current present, wondering what classes he did request for… As his last year in Hogwarts he just simply took what ever would be the most useful, completely disregarding something like astronomy… Who needed that?
Remus:
Was summer enjoyable? Well, one would assume it was. It’s the holidays after all. There were no detentions issued by professors or schoolwork or exams for that matter. The summer holidays were praised by all students with places to call home. Remus Lupin, however, was a bit torn on the question. Were summer holidays enjoyable for him? He supposed it could be with no schoolwork or essays. Then again…he couldn’t see his friends often. His parents simply did not have the galleons to ship him off to the Potter residence or Pettigrew home. (Forget Grimmauld Place. Remus had the pleasure of being in the presence of Mrs. Black on Platform 9 ¾ before and felt instantly nauseous at the sight.) Not seeing his friends often usually meant they couldn’t be with him during the full moon. This then meant not-so-pleasant transformations. He wasn’t a total stranger towards his fellow Marauders during the summer though. Sirius had just gotten a flat of his own to call home and loved it with every fiber of his being. Remus actually pondered upon first being introduced to Sirius’s Hell Hole that the flat and Sirius would make a perfect match. Both were dangerous, dirty, mysterious in some way, and held a certain charm to them. The two would be loving partners and have a whole litter of puppies. He had to stop these thoughts (sadly) as the other boys were starting to wonder why Remus was trying hard not to laugh during the Grand Tour. Yes, summer could be enjoyable too. Perhaps it was split 50/50? Or maybe Remus really needed to stop thinking.
The train ride on the Hogwarts Express was surprisingly uneventful. No hexes. No fights. No people being thrown out windows. It was just a lot of Exploding Snap and Remus had lost most of the rounds. There were some purchases from the cart lady and as they neared the castle, it really started to sink in. This will be the last train ride headed for Hogwarts. There was Remus Lupin again. Overthinking as always.
The feast was the usual as well. Sirius and James tormented first years and booed at new, incoming Slytherins. This deserved from eye rolls from Remus. Food was consumed at an alarming state. Especially by one Mr. Sirius Black who could consume a whole garbage truck if the urge ever struck him. Remus was amazed how thin Sirius could be with all that eating. No one deserved to be that thin while eating so much of their own food. (and scraps from other people’s plates much to Remus’s dismay.
That night, there was unpacking, drinking, and other things seventeen year old boys would do. At this rate, the year might as well be over. It was routine. The same thing over and over again, only this time it was final. It didn’t bother Remus that much at that moment. After all, they had until June before they have graduated and moved onto the real world. They had plenty of time in all the world. (Until one more month until graduation in which there is much nostalgia and last-minute cramming of things to do before one’s graduation)
And then there was breakfast.
“Here.” An annoy Remus Lupin finally gave in to an Anxious Sirius Black who had his big mouth stuffed already with too much food than humanly possible. “This is ridiculous.” Remus passed the basket of toast over. “You’re going to choke at that rate.”
Lily:
Summertime. Defined as the length of months, weeks, days, hours, what have you between springtime and fall. The season usually filled with bouncing and make me sweat sunlight, tanning skin, and many MANY barefooted teenagers. Lily had always thought it as one of her favorite times of the year. For one thing, she was home and away from the stress of school and all that nonsense and from a certain big headed egotistical jerk who couldn't pronounce the name Li-ly for the life of him. And for another... ah well there's too many things to list really. How could one not enjoy summer to its fullest? True, winter was gorgeous and she loved the snow... but that got old and tired over time. No, give her a good eighty seven degree breezy summer day and she was completely content.
Alas, all good things really do come to an end. The familiar sound of packing and humphs from her sweet sister Petunia had come all too soon. It was hard for her to imagine that this would be the last time she ever heard that familiar sound. (just the packing, not Petunia's humphing). Or that she would only one more time board that scarlet red engine and embark on her journey to what had become her second home. Those thoughts... oh she hated them. A mind really COULD do too much thinking without even realizing it.
The train ride was done, the youngin's were sorted and now a new and final journey awaited her. And apparently it awaited her with the disgusting sound of someone talking with food in their mouth. Really, it was very surprising to her that Sirius hadn't choked to death YET in all the meals he had eaten at Hogwarts. Yes she had to say the food was quite good, but... ok well extreamly good. It was all Lily could do to keep from laughing and looking revolted at the same time. Ah yes, even though she had seen this sight many a time in the past years... it still never really pleased her to see it.
"Listen to him Sirius. I don't want to have to give a speech at your funeral just yet."
Lily chuckled and plopped down next to Sirius the human garbage disposal, though she made sure to keep out of food flinging distance. Ah who was she kidding, the entire great hall was in Sirius's food flinging range whenever he sat down to eat. "Sleep well I'm guessing?" she asked the pair, grabbing a nearby apple and taking a bite. By the term "sleep well", she was of course implying the fact that even through stone, atleast one of the trusty four seemed to have a VERY loud snoring problem. Really, it worried her that they didn't get it checked out. It was probably some rare disease or something. Sometimes she swore she even heard growling... now that was something she DIDN'T want to know about.
James:
Summer had been a blast, full of fun as usual. Of course, every day was fun in the life of James Potter, the master of mischief and mayhem at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for going on seven years now. James was the kind of person who made as much trouble over summer vacation as he did during school. He loved pranks, he loved doing mischevious things, and he was damn well good at it. He was a genius at his craft. Just as Einstein had been great at math, and DiVinci excellent at art, so was Potter the master of trouble. It seemed to naturally follow him. He was infamous at Hogwarts, as were his three best mates, the Marauders. They had become living legends, revered and respected (or hated) by fellow students everywhere. That had been the way it was for six years, and this year it would be the same, would it not?
James had his doubts. He was still in the common room, looking at the gold and red badge lying in a small cloth box on his dresser. He was fully dressed in the inky colored robes, his hair was perfectly messy to give him that "I'm the Quidditch Star" look he always loved. His glasses were pushed up the brim of his nose, and he was all ready to join Sirius, Remus and Peter for breakfast to start off another wonderful year at Hogwarts. He need only muster up the courage to pin his Head Boy badge to his chest. It was unbelievable and unimagineable that their headmaster had lost his marbles enough to appoint James Potter as Head Boy. He had already recieved a muster of grief about it ever since the owl had delivered the badge to him while he was visiting Sirius over the summer. Still, it was incredible that he had recieved this 'honor'. Maybe this was the Headmaster's way of getting even with him? A fitting punishment -- make James the Head Boy so he'd have to face all that embaressment.
Then again, as James thought about the Head Girl he'd be forced to spend a lot of time with, James was a bit happier than he had been. He smiled, thinking about Lily Evans, and then he sighed and pinned the badge on his chest and hopped out of the Boy's Dorm, then down the stairs and out the Common Room. He hurried towards the Great Hall, where breakfast was being served, and he quickly found his place next to Sirius, Remus and to his surprise (and great delight) Lily. James knew he'd get grief about the badge, but he had to admit he'd have done the same to Sirius or Remus if they got the badge. (Technically, he had already planned to bother Remus, since he thought Lupin was a sure win for Head Boy.
Though it was good Lupin had not won, as James would go insane if Remus had been the one to spend all the time with Lily that he suspected they would. Head Boy and Girl had to spend time together; which was concrete proof that God did not hate James as some speculated. James actually had a chance. Although, with his new found power and his dreams about Lily, it may force him to mature. James hated maturity, but he had no choice.
"Hey! Padfoot, Moony, what's the buzz this morning?" He asked his two best pals as he stuffed his face with buttered toasts. James didn't have the manners of high class living, but he didn't need them either. After all, he had nothing to prove to anyone, and he didn't need to impress them either... except Lily, of course. James swallowed hard and quickly wiped his face (although he used his shirt sleeve...) and attempted to act like a gentleman, cutting his toast with a knife. That was Prongs, that was how he went, don't like him? Hah! Who doesn't? He's Prongs! Everybody loves Potter.
Evan:
Once upon a time, on the other side of the Great Hall, there was a very handsome man (if I do say so myself) ready to fall head first into his cereal bowl. Now, Evan Rosier loved cereal. It was a good, nutricious part of the day and the sugary goodness added to the appeal. However, never would Evan want to fall head first into a bowl of cereal. So, why was he close to this inevitable clash of sugary sweet beings? Evan was tired and his head was throbbing fiercely. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to get drunk on the first night back at Hogwarts...not that Evan would listen to worried housemates any way or himself for that matter. It only took about four, before Evan really felt like becoming better acquianted with the porcelain Gods. He was helped to bed by his best mates and the rest of the night was history. (History as in Evan did not snog or shag anyone before getting a good night's rest) Now, here he was almost snogging his cereal and trying desperately not to.
"Need...distraction." Evan groaned to no one in particular. He rubbed his eyes. Then massaged his temples and decided to survey the Great Hall for said distraction. None of the pretty Hufflepuffs were at the table yet and the Ravenclaw clique never forgave him for breaking Catherine's heart in fourth year. The Gryffindor table...well, Slytherins were practically forbidden to speak to anyone there, but they were use to Evan Rosier's odd behaviour. Why not? He could just lie and said he was picking on some first years and totally not picking up some bird for a good snog before their first class.
Evan muttered a 'be right back' to his fellow housemates and forced himself up. More groaning in pain ensued. How the Hell was he going to get through their first class? He was doomed if it was Transfiguration. Professor McGonnagal had some personal problem with him. How else could you explain all the P's?
Half way there now.
He had worse hangovers, of course. There were many fond nights over summer. Friends could floo in and there was a bonfire or two. Evan personally wished that there were always Holidays and nothing more. How ace would it be for just warm summer nights, a couple of firewhiskeys on the front step, and always sleeping in every morning. Soon enough, he'll even have that eternal summer. He'll graduate from Hogwarts soon and June couldn't come any sooner.
He was there.
Evan looked the table up and now. A couple of eager first and second years. One scary-looking second year and...Oh My, what's this? Why...it was Lily Evans, resident Mudblood of Gryffindor seventh years and Head girl. This could be lots of fun and yes, grinning like an idiot, Evan grabbed a bagel off an eager first year's plate and strolled over to the empty seat beside Lily.
"Evans! Fancy meeting you here." Evan exclaimed, as if he were greeting an old time friend. He glanced at the boys surrounding her. (She was a looker any way...for a mudblood.) There was Potter...Lupin...and Black, stuffing his face. Maybe he'll do the purebloods a favour and choke.
Sirius:
The second Remus handed over the basket, his hands darted forward, launching onto the closet unsuspecting piece of bread. “You’re ridiculous, Woony.” The toast was lathered with butter and jam, shoved happily into his mouth following the witty comment he directed at Mister Lupin. It truly was bliss not to care anymore about how obnoxiously he ate, no table manners needed to be presence in the great hall, this wasn’t the Black manner. Everything used to be sit up straight, no elbows on the table, can’t you be more civilized, not here Sirius, his mother’s knife-like voice grating on every single nerve in his body stirred up an uncomfortable chill. As he happily sat there sadistically eating his breakfast a familiar glimpse of red hair seemed to linger in the distance.
“Remus…” Sirius quietly hissed, gulping down the last of his bread. “The she-devil is coming over here. Why is she coming over here?” As if Remus knew the inner workings of the female mind, he hardly knew the lay-out of the female body, if you know what I mean (poor Remus). As she sat down next to him, a pleading look filled his expression, practically screaming at Remus to free him from her clutches. “Darling, I don’t want you to give a speech at my funeral either. Unless of course, you devoted the whole thing to my gorgeous looks… I know I saw you checking out my rear end last night. You saucy tiger you.” And that’s how he worked, one instant looking at Remus for moral support, the next shamelessly flirting with his best mate’s obsession. “Honey bear, you know I’d be sleeping so much better if you were ther--- Hallo James, pleasant morning isn’t it? Looks like the fire whiskey last night didn’t seem to keep you looking handsome as always.” His eyes caught a glimpse of the head boy badge. Maybe it was just so unexpected, maybe Sirius was hesitate to like the glittery gold pin because it signified that James was a little bit above them all and had authority now, or maybe somewhere inside of him, Sirius too, wished to be like James. Yes, the bitter seed of jealously. Sirius just always seemed to want to be the center of attention, which he tried sometimes so hard to achieve and now James was having it fed towards him. But never mind that, it was over and done with and at least one of them had received the honor.
His gaze looked up, “So, James old boy,” Finger pointed to the badge. “Does the head boy not pass out detentions to his dear old friend then, eh?”
As he dove for his next piece of toast, something queer seemed to happen. Padfoot of all people was used to bizarre happenings around him (mostly himself causing the antics), but this one took the cake for the beginning of the year. Evan Rosier, a notorious Slytherin alcoholic, whose pureblood upbringings caused an air of arrogance ever around him, accompanied with a slight smirk on his face, was sitting down next to them. “What the h ell do you think you’re doing here?” It was too early for fights but a Slytherin foe like him wouldn’t be tolerated at the Gryffindor table. Sirius swore, if this bloke tried anything funny either he was going to have that bagel crammed into his pretty little face or hexed up his---.
Summer seemed to suddenly come and as quickly as it did, it soon went away, leaving the new beginnings of autumn to bring in the refreshed Hogwarts students from their holiday. The great hall had crowded up quickly that next morning, the events of the night before involved the infamous sorting ritual and mouth watering food which the student had devoured all down to the last piece of pumpkin pastry. But of course they would have, it was after all a long trip from Platform 9 ¾ to the school. The process of packing, loading and trudging it all somewhere always took a toll on the students, especially the younger ones. This year as Sirius shoved all his sweaters in his trunk, as he crammed every last book in as well, there was no one to wave goodbye and blow kisses as he bore the train. No, at long last he was a free man, if you would call it that. Sirius was no longer bound and chained by his family’s oppressive rules and strict upbringing. Although, despite if his parents were there to see him off, there wouldn’t have been any fond goodbyes and cheeks being pinched to remind him to behave anyway. After camping out the last summer or so at the Potter residence, one of the more generous relatives of the Black family had left Sirius enough to live decently on his own. It was just a relatively small town house, but he was on the only one that happened to live in that particular apartment. With the last of his wealth he had bought a motorcycle, which just so happened to fly. The boys, James, Remus and Peter had visited a few times over the summer, welcoming in Sirius’ new life style and luxuries, Remus even brought over a used chest set his father uncovered from their attic. James and Peter however brought fire whiskey and the lot of them had a joyous time. Yes, summer. Although not much could be said or remembered as they drank the nights away and streaked through the neighborhood. It would be their last summer as blissful youths, unknowingly all their lives would change soon enough.
“Can someone pass some toast over here?” With a mouth full of food crammed into his mouth, Sirius asked out loud, not caring who or what gave him more toast as long as he had it. True, he was still extremely full from last nights meal but a growing boy was a growing boy and now a days nothing seemed to quench the unsustainable hunger that never died. Maybe he shouldn’t be known as Sirius Black anymore but as the boy whose stomach was bottomless. As Sirius munched on whatever was in front of him quite contently the events of yesterday began to unfold.
After seventh years of watching the sorting over and over again it couldn’t be helped that the entertainment level wasn’t very high anymore. But alas, there never was a dull moment in the life of a Marauder! The boys, well mostly just James and Sirius, had spent the majority of the sorting booing and hissing whenever a new Slytherin was dumped into the mess that was the rest of them. And of course, the remains of the sweets Sirius had bought on the train were being put into good use, mainly to be thrown at Severus who merely sat there in anger, muttering something that Sirius could have only guessed along the lines of, ‘Just you wait Potter, Black…’ And numerous death wishes and hexes. After a merry hour or so of taunting Slytherin, the food was called forth. As usual, marvelous in everyway. James and Peter fought over the last steak; Sirius took some of Remus’ potatoes (who gave up on the idea of eating in peace or without Sirius’ fork on his plate every other second).
As the boys were full and content in there corpulent fullness, they trotted back to their beloved dorm rooms. James of course led the way; Sirius still wasn’t over the initial shock of him, James ‘Prongs’ Potter being head boy. They all had a few good laughs over the summer, even if dear ol’ James didn’t find it remotely funny that he couldn’t be the head boy.
“Well, we always thought Remus would end up being you know, the head boy… Not that you aren’t just as qualified!” Peter had quickly added the last remark after James sent a particular nasty glare in his direction. Sirius was hysterically laughing on the floor and Remus… Well, he was just trying to make light of the entire situation and tried to keep James from beating the bloody pulp out of Sirius as he cooed about Lily Evans and James Potter making little prefect babies.
All there precious belongings laid out in the front of their beds, their beds cozy that waited to be slept on. All tired out from their trip, they decided to settle in finally, after toasting each other and making a promise to make this year be the best and for joyous memories yet to come. One by one, they fell asleep. Sirius dreamt about running in a field, chasing after ducks. James, something inappropriate about Ms. Evans. Peter dreamed of cheese. And Remus most likely stayed up half the night worrying or something or if all his clothes were actually cleaned before he left home.
Sirius was still waiting for his toast, which no one seemed to be passing over. “Towst?” Another mouth full of eggs and bacon. There class room schedules were due to arrive any moment now, his attention span jumping suddenly from last night to the current present, wondering what classes he did request for… As his last year in Hogwarts he just simply took what ever would be the most useful, completely disregarding something like astronomy… Who needed that?
Remus:
Was summer enjoyable? Well, one would assume it was. It’s the holidays after all. There were no detentions issued by professors or schoolwork or exams for that matter. The summer holidays were praised by all students with places to call home. Remus Lupin, however, was a bit torn on the question. Were summer holidays enjoyable for him? He supposed it could be with no schoolwork or essays. Then again…he couldn’t see his friends often. His parents simply did not have the galleons to ship him off to the Potter residence or Pettigrew home. (Forget Grimmauld Place. Remus had the pleasure of being in the presence of Mrs. Black on Platform 9 ¾ before and felt instantly nauseous at the sight.) Not seeing his friends often usually meant they couldn’t be with him during the full moon. This then meant not-so-pleasant transformations. He wasn’t a total stranger towards his fellow Marauders during the summer though. Sirius had just gotten a flat of his own to call home and loved it with every fiber of his being. Remus actually pondered upon first being introduced to Sirius’s Hell Hole that the flat and Sirius would make a perfect match. Both were dangerous, dirty, mysterious in some way, and held a certain charm to them. The two would be loving partners and have a whole litter of puppies. He had to stop these thoughts (sadly) as the other boys were starting to wonder why Remus was trying hard not to laugh during the Grand Tour. Yes, summer could be enjoyable too. Perhaps it was split 50/50? Or maybe Remus really needed to stop thinking.
The train ride on the Hogwarts Express was surprisingly uneventful. No hexes. No fights. No people being thrown out windows. It was just a lot of Exploding Snap and Remus had lost most of the rounds. There were some purchases from the cart lady and as they neared the castle, it really started to sink in. This will be the last train ride headed for Hogwarts. There was Remus Lupin again. Overthinking as always.
The feast was the usual as well. Sirius and James tormented first years and booed at new, incoming Slytherins. This deserved from eye rolls from Remus. Food was consumed at an alarming state. Especially by one Mr. Sirius Black who could consume a whole garbage truck if the urge ever struck him. Remus was amazed how thin Sirius could be with all that eating. No one deserved to be that thin while eating so much of their own food. (and scraps from other people’s plates much to Remus’s dismay.
That night, there was unpacking, drinking, and other things seventeen year old boys would do. At this rate, the year might as well be over. It was routine. The same thing over and over again, only this time it was final. It didn’t bother Remus that much at that moment. After all, they had until June before they have graduated and moved onto the real world. They had plenty of time in all the world. (Until one more month until graduation in which there is much nostalgia and last-minute cramming of things to do before one’s graduation)
And then there was breakfast.
“Here.” An annoy Remus Lupin finally gave in to an Anxious Sirius Black who had his big mouth stuffed already with too much food than humanly possible. “This is ridiculous.” Remus passed the basket of toast over. “You’re going to choke at that rate.”
Lily:
Summertime. Defined as the length of months, weeks, days, hours, what have you between springtime and fall. The season usually filled with bouncing and make me sweat sunlight, tanning skin, and many MANY barefooted teenagers. Lily had always thought it as one of her favorite times of the year. For one thing, she was home and away from the stress of school and all that nonsense and from a certain big headed egotistical jerk who couldn't pronounce the name Li-ly for the life of him. And for another... ah well there's too many things to list really. How could one not enjoy summer to its fullest? True, winter was gorgeous and she loved the snow... but that got old and tired over time. No, give her a good eighty seven degree breezy summer day and she was completely content.
Alas, all good things really do come to an end. The familiar sound of packing and humphs from her sweet sister Petunia had come all too soon. It was hard for her to imagine that this would be the last time she ever heard that familiar sound. (just the packing, not Petunia's humphing). Or that she would only one more time board that scarlet red engine and embark on her journey to what had become her second home. Those thoughts... oh she hated them. A mind really COULD do too much thinking without even realizing it.
The train ride was done, the youngin's were sorted and now a new and final journey awaited her. And apparently it awaited her with the disgusting sound of someone talking with food in their mouth. Really, it was very surprising to her that Sirius hadn't choked to death YET in all the meals he had eaten at Hogwarts. Yes she had to say the food was quite good, but... ok well extreamly good. It was all Lily could do to keep from laughing and looking revolted at the same time. Ah yes, even though she had seen this sight many a time in the past years... it still never really pleased her to see it.
"Listen to him Sirius. I don't want to have to give a speech at your funeral just yet."
Lily chuckled and plopped down next to Sirius the human garbage disposal, though she made sure to keep out of food flinging distance. Ah who was she kidding, the entire great hall was in Sirius's food flinging range whenever he sat down to eat. "Sleep well I'm guessing?" she asked the pair, grabbing a nearby apple and taking a bite. By the term "sleep well", she was of course implying the fact that even through stone, atleast one of the trusty four seemed to have a VERY loud snoring problem. Really, it worried her that they didn't get it checked out. It was probably some rare disease or something. Sometimes she swore she even heard growling... now that was something she DIDN'T want to know about.
James:
Summer had been a blast, full of fun as usual. Of course, every day was fun in the life of James Potter, the master of mischief and mayhem at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for going on seven years now. James was the kind of person who made as much trouble over summer vacation as he did during school. He loved pranks, he loved doing mischevious things, and he was damn well good at it. He was a genius at his craft. Just as Einstein had been great at math, and DiVinci excellent at art, so was Potter the master of trouble. It seemed to naturally follow him. He was infamous at Hogwarts, as were his three best mates, the Marauders. They had become living legends, revered and respected (or hated) by fellow students everywhere. That had been the way it was for six years, and this year it would be the same, would it not?
James had his doubts. He was still in the common room, looking at the gold and red badge lying in a small cloth box on his dresser. He was fully dressed in the inky colored robes, his hair was perfectly messy to give him that "I'm the Quidditch Star" look he always loved. His glasses were pushed up the brim of his nose, and he was all ready to join Sirius, Remus and Peter for breakfast to start off another wonderful year at Hogwarts. He need only muster up the courage to pin his Head Boy badge to his chest. It was unbelievable and unimagineable that their headmaster had lost his marbles enough to appoint James Potter as Head Boy. He had already recieved a muster of grief about it ever since the owl had delivered the badge to him while he was visiting Sirius over the summer. Still, it was incredible that he had recieved this 'honor'. Maybe this was the Headmaster's way of getting even with him? A fitting punishment -- make James the Head Boy so he'd have to face all that embaressment.
Then again, as James thought about the Head Girl he'd be forced to spend a lot of time with, James was a bit happier than he had been. He smiled, thinking about Lily Evans, and then he sighed and pinned the badge on his chest and hopped out of the Boy's Dorm, then down the stairs and out the Common Room. He hurried towards the Great Hall, where breakfast was being served, and he quickly found his place next to Sirius, Remus and to his surprise (and great delight) Lily. James knew he'd get grief about the badge, but he had to admit he'd have done the same to Sirius or Remus if they got the badge. (Technically, he had already planned to bother Remus, since he thought Lupin was a sure win for Head Boy.
Though it was good Lupin had not won, as James would go insane if Remus had been the one to spend all the time with Lily that he suspected they would. Head Boy and Girl had to spend time together; which was concrete proof that God did not hate James as some speculated. James actually had a chance. Although, with his new found power and his dreams about Lily, it may force him to mature. James hated maturity, but he had no choice.
"Hey! Padfoot, Moony, what's the buzz this morning?" He asked his two best pals as he stuffed his face with buttered toasts. James didn't have the manners of high class living, but he didn't need them either. After all, he had nothing to prove to anyone, and he didn't need to impress them either... except Lily, of course. James swallowed hard and quickly wiped his face (although he used his shirt sleeve...) and attempted to act like a gentleman, cutting his toast with a knife. That was Prongs, that was how he went, don't like him? Hah! Who doesn't? He's Prongs! Everybody loves Potter.
Evan:
Once upon a time, on the other side of the Great Hall, there was a very handsome man (if I do say so myself) ready to fall head first into his cereal bowl. Now, Evan Rosier loved cereal. It was a good, nutricious part of the day and the sugary goodness added to the appeal. However, never would Evan want to fall head first into a bowl of cereal. So, why was he close to this inevitable clash of sugary sweet beings? Evan was tired and his head was throbbing fiercely. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to get drunk on the first night back at Hogwarts...not that Evan would listen to worried housemates any way or himself for that matter. It only took about four, before Evan really felt like becoming better acquianted with the porcelain Gods. He was helped to bed by his best mates and the rest of the night was history. (History as in Evan did not snog or shag anyone before getting a good night's rest) Now, here he was almost snogging his cereal and trying desperately not to.
"Need...distraction." Evan groaned to no one in particular. He rubbed his eyes. Then massaged his temples and decided to survey the Great Hall for said distraction. None of the pretty Hufflepuffs were at the table yet and the Ravenclaw clique never forgave him for breaking Catherine's heart in fourth year. The Gryffindor table...well, Slytherins were practically forbidden to speak to anyone there, but they were use to Evan Rosier's odd behaviour. Why not? He could just lie and said he was picking on some first years and totally not picking up some bird for a good snog before their first class.
Evan muttered a 'be right back' to his fellow housemates and forced himself up. More groaning in pain ensued. How the Hell was he going to get through their first class? He was doomed if it was Transfiguration. Professor McGonnagal had some personal problem with him. How else could you explain all the P's?
Half way there now.
He had worse hangovers, of course. There were many fond nights over summer. Friends could floo in and there was a bonfire or two. Evan personally wished that there were always Holidays and nothing more. How ace would it be for just warm summer nights, a couple of firewhiskeys on the front step, and always sleeping in every morning. Soon enough, he'll even have that eternal summer. He'll graduate from Hogwarts soon and June couldn't come any sooner.
He was there.
Evan looked the table up and now. A couple of eager first and second years. One scary-looking second year and...Oh My, what's this? Why...it was Lily Evans, resident Mudblood of Gryffindor seventh years and Head girl. This could be lots of fun and yes, grinning like an idiot, Evan grabbed a bagel off an eager first year's plate and strolled over to the empty seat beside Lily.
"Evans! Fancy meeting you here." Evan exclaimed, as if he were greeting an old time friend. He glanced at the boys surrounding her. (She was a looker any way...for a mudblood.) There was Potter...Lupin...and Black, stuffing his face. Maybe he'll do the purebloods a favour and choke.
Sirius:
The second Remus handed over the basket, his hands darted forward, launching onto the closet unsuspecting piece of bread. “You’re ridiculous, Woony.” The toast was lathered with butter and jam, shoved happily into his mouth following the witty comment he directed at Mister Lupin. It truly was bliss not to care anymore about how obnoxiously he ate, no table manners needed to be presence in the great hall, this wasn’t the Black manner. Everything used to be sit up straight, no elbows on the table, can’t you be more civilized, not here Sirius, his mother’s knife-like voice grating on every single nerve in his body stirred up an uncomfortable chill. As he happily sat there sadistically eating his breakfast a familiar glimpse of red hair seemed to linger in the distance.
“Remus…” Sirius quietly hissed, gulping down the last of his bread. “The she-devil is coming over here. Why is she coming over here?” As if Remus knew the inner workings of the female mind, he hardly knew the lay-out of the female body, if you know what I mean (poor Remus). As she sat down next to him, a pleading look filled his expression, practically screaming at Remus to free him from her clutches. “Darling, I don’t want you to give a speech at my funeral either. Unless of course, you devoted the whole thing to my gorgeous looks… I know I saw you checking out my rear end last night. You saucy tiger you.” And that’s how he worked, one instant looking at Remus for moral support, the next shamelessly flirting with his best mate’s obsession. “Honey bear, you know I’d be sleeping so much better if you were ther--- Hallo James, pleasant morning isn’t it? Looks like the fire whiskey last night didn’t seem to keep you looking handsome as always.” His eyes caught a glimpse of the head boy badge. Maybe it was just so unexpected, maybe Sirius was hesitate to like the glittery gold pin because it signified that James was a little bit above them all and had authority now, or maybe somewhere inside of him, Sirius too, wished to be like James. Yes, the bitter seed of jealously. Sirius just always seemed to want to be the center of attention, which he tried sometimes so hard to achieve and now James was having it fed towards him. But never mind that, it was over and done with and at least one of them had received the honor.
His gaze looked up, “So, James old boy,” Finger pointed to the badge. “Does the head boy not pass out detentions to his dear old friend then, eh?”
As he dove for his next piece of toast, something queer seemed to happen. Padfoot of all people was used to bizarre happenings around him (mostly himself causing the antics), but this one took the cake for the beginning of the year. Evan Rosier, a notorious Slytherin alcoholic, whose pureblood upbringings caused an air of arrogance ever around him, accompanied with a slight smirk on his face, was sitting down next to them. “What the h ell do you think you’re doing here?” It was too early for fights but a Slytherin foe like him wouldn’t be tolerated at the Gryffindor table. Sirius swore, if this bloke tried anything funny either he was going to have that bagel crammed into his pretty little face or hexed up his---.
