First year
"Oi, Potter," the burly-looking Slytherin called down the corridor. The four Gryffindor boys stopped in their tracks and turned around to face the fifth year. "You lot better watch out."
"Is that a warning?" James asked, looking somewhat amused and disgusted at the same time.
Sirius Black snorted. "When you plan to do something to someone, you usually don't warn them ahead of time."
"The most important rule of marauding." Peter agreed solemnly.
"We'll keep an eye out, Mulciber, thanks for the heads up." the tawny-haired boy called Remus finished sarcastically before the four of them continued on their way to Herbology.
"You might want to pass that heads up to the Gryffindor Mudbloods in your year." the fuming boy bellowed. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter stopped dead.
"Excuse me?" James asked, deathly quiet.
Mulciber grinned, showing yellowed, gnarled teeth as he continued his insults. "There's two of them, aren't there? That blond piece of filth named MacDonald?"
The boys said nothing, choosing to simply glare at the older wizard and clench their wands in their robes.
"And then," he continued in a hiss-like voice, "there's that ginger know-it-all. The definition of Mudblood, if you ask me. Thinking she knows anything about magic when she's really just another stupid Muggle."
"A fair lot better than you, Mulciber. I heard you passed two of your O.W.L.s. You really have a better grasp on magic, yeah?" James scowled at the insult of his classmates.
"Her name's Evans, isn't it? Well, you better pass along my earlier message. I have a feeling she's going to need it. Maybe our side can find some use for her... she's quite fit, after all." he bared his teeth unpleasantly.
"Fit for a muzzle, no doubt." James muttered under his breath. Remus elbowed him. "You're a coward for hiding behind your blood status, Mulciber. Leave her alone, will you?
