Greetings

Lily Evans sat cozily on the soft maroon cushioned carriage in the Hogwarts Express. Her auburn hair pulled up into a scarlet ribbon, and vibrant green eyes searching out the window. She flipped her new wand in her hands as she watched the people outside pass by. Mothers and Fathers were saying their goodbyes and good lucks to their children. Her parents and sister had left earlier. Clenching her jaw she listened to people talk outside the carriage and scatter about in pursuit of finding old friends.

I wonder if wizards act differently from us. They certainly dress differently, medieval in a way. I suppose they enjoy "The Scarlet Letter" look. Lily laughed to herself as she watched a man walk by in similar clothes.

There was a tap at the door and it slid open with ease. I snuck a peek at the intruder to see it was a pale boy my age. He was tall and bony with long greasy black hair. He had a smug and proper look to him, and then his black coal eyes landed on me. I decided I might as well smile; it seemed he had trouble getting on the train. His nose went in the air and a dark supercilious aurora cloaked him.

"Hello, my name is Lily Evans!" I introduced as sincerely as possible.

"Evans, you say?" he retorted with reproach.

"Yes," I answered softly.

The boy was obviously taken aback with a strong sense of chastisement. I watched as his eyes slanted and his nose flared like an enraged bull or in this case a scrawny malnourished cow.

"Is there a … problem?" I asked uncertain of this strange and awkward behavior.

His charcoal eyes rounded back at my face and for an instance I thought I saw a spark of emotion but then they went cold and he snorted. How rude!

I opened my mouth to retort at his mad behavior but he pulled his luggage and himself out and scurried away without sending me a second glance. I blew out a breath of air, these wizards and witches were strange. How could one be so strangely affected my merely manners? All I had said was my name how is that offensive?

I must have been thinking deep for I had not noticed the new person settled at the door hauling in his luggage. Perhaps I should not acknowledge him, and then he wouldn't rush out like the first. So instead I stole a glance at him. He had perfectly trimmed golden hair and a creamy sun kissed tan. He was wearing a set of dark chocolate brown robes. He was also taller than me and a bit more masculine then my first suitor. Turning he gave me a warm smile and nod. I couldn't help but look at his eyes. They were a warm and cerebral golden ocher. I had a tendency to soul search through people's eyes. This boy's eyes were kind and good natured. However there was just something not entirely common in his eyes, something in them hidden and furtive.

"Remus Lupin," he said breaking my trance. I looked down to see his hand out and waiting for a sturdy shake. He was courtly.

"Lily Evans," I answered placing my hand in his.

Our hands shook softly and he sat down by the window across from her a smile evident on his face. He looked perfectly and unquestioningly intelligent. His features were sharp and clever.

"So… I surmise this is your first year?" asked Remus tilting his head to me.

I smiled and let out a breathy laugh, "Well you would be correct!"

Remus held my gaze and smiled back authentically.

There was a silence and I lowered my eyes from his and exchanged them on a new attention. Outside there were three strangers making their way through the crowd, people spreading for their pass? I watched incredulous as the people watched the three with expressive eyes and twitching mouths. One man was tall and elderly. He had a pointed hat a top his graying dark raven hair. His eyes were a deep dark chocolate. Even through age's firm grips he was still handsomely so and absolutely just as much proud. He walked with a pompous strut and a glint in his oppressive eyes. Accompanied next to him paraded a woman with natural light sandy brown locks. Her eyes were a sharp hazel. A soft green tainted with light copper glints. Age hadn't deteriorated anything with her. She looked around forty-nine, yet her attitude and figure walked with the grace of a twenty year old. The last of the three was immensely shorter and younger. His hair was a dark raven, ruffled in every which way. However his march made everyone of his features planned and acutely handsome. He was obviously the whelping of the two adults. Yes, a whole year with wizards and witches would certainly be interesting.

"So… are all wizards that… erm?" I asked unable to find a word for these warlocks that presented themselves.

"Sanctimonious? No!" laughed Remus.

"The boy appears quite miserable," I pointed out watching him tag along behind his parents with mild annoyance.

"Ah!" agreed Remus watching out the same window in interest.

There was a shriek, and I jumped in my seat in complete utter surprise. Craning my head to look on the floor I saw yet another boy. He had short dirty brown hair, and was slightly plump. Next to him sat his luggage which he had clumsily tripped over. He pushed himself up mumbling incoherent fragments. Remus walked over and helped steady him and pack his trunk in the closet.

I watched silently as they both pushed the heavy trunk in the closet along with Remus and my own. They turned back in my direction and I watched as they shook hands.

"Remus Lupin," greeted Remus with a soft indisputable smile.

"Peter… Pettigrew!" mumbled the boy.

He turned to me now, and I noticed I was standing on my seat still in my shocked position when he had first entered. I sat back down and outstretched my arm, "Lily Evans."

"Peter," he recalled again.

I gave him a toothy grin and said quietly, "Pleasure meeting you!"

He had these big jovial brown eyes. He was for once shorter than me and probably a bit heavier for that matter. He was a stout boy with a small pointy nose and freckles splotched amongst his cheeks. Looking into his eyes he seemed comical and dopey. There was a bit of speculation in them dancing with thoughts he would never mention out loud. Almost like a puppet, secretly hiding his true thoughts and replacing them with big obtrusive eyes.

"So are you a muggle?" asked Peter seating himself next to me. It was absolutely innocent of course. I hope, he isn't ghoulish but he certainly wasn't my type.

"Beg pardon," I asked unaware of that word. What was it he was yakking on about, a muggle?

I turned to Remus for explanation, help, whatever he could offer for this situation.

"He means non-magic people. See there are purebloods and they are Wizarding families. Then there are half-bloods they are half wizard and half muggle. Lastly there are muggle-born. They are born into muggle families but just as much a wizard or witch as anyone!" lectured Remus trying his best at the subject.

I turned to Peter and eyed him wearily, "Well, I must be muggle born then, neither did my father or mother ever use magic."

Peter bobbed his head up and down in agreement.

I could tell Peter was going to act like a little bobble head all through this train ride. I wasn't going to confront him on it, so instead I made conversation, "So… do either of you know anything of Hogwarts?"

"It's the best school around the world!" stated Peter scratching his irritated arm.

"True, the professors there are all first-rate!" stated Remus with a smirk.

"Great! So what is it we learn?" smiled Lily.

"Why… we learn… we learn… how to… do magic… and stuff!" sputtered Peter at a loss of words.

I couldn't help but give him a questioning look. I laughed quietly, I knew what courses I would take this year but the list of books and supplies needed never did mention what it was she was going to learn in each class. She had looked to a fellow student for help and he knew less than her. So I turned to Remus with a small smile, "Do… you happen to know Remus?"

"Well, I believe we will learn how make potions, work charms, mandatory and simple spells, I suppose." He sighed.

I nodded no longer looking at him but out the window. That's when I heard a new voice.

"I certainly hope that's not all we will be doing!" sniggered a new enthusiastic voice.

Turning to see this new character, I saw that there were two. The one that had spoken had thin jet black hair that fell in all the right places. His hair was styled and groomed perfectly into that formation he had planned. He was the same height as Remus but slightly more strapping. He was indeed handsomely so. Behind him was the boy from outside the train. Seeing him in front of her was different from behind a glass window. He looked slightly bored as he looked over them. He was the tallest of them and lean. His features were charismatic and amiable. He had a pair of reading spectacles over his hazel eyes. They were his mothers, no doubt. He had his father's unruly and disarrayed dark brown hair. He locked his eyes on hers and he quickly moved them elsewhere.

"Names Sirius Black," greeted the first.

"Remus Lupin, would you like to join us?" asked Remus properly.

"Why that would be absolutely munificent!" gleamed the first boy.

"Sirius are you sure? I'm sure we could find… erm… a more adequate seating." stated the second not bothering to look at us.

Temper flaring I retorted, "Yes, I'm sure there are other carriages perfectly amiable!"

The boy's eyes back tracked on me yet again and his brows furrowed slightly, "I meant no offense…"

"I do not flatter those or arrogance with my name, it seems you have not the time nor patience!" I stated with quick retort.

"If you wish to keep your name unmentioned then so be it!" he stated smugly.

I sat up straighter. He was quite an arse, if I dared say so. Yet, I didn't dare say it out loud instead I watched him and Sirius Black introduced themselves to Peter and Remus. Sitting down in the cushioned bench across from us, I looked over to this pretentious boy to see his hazel eyes were inspecting me yet again.