A/N: Hey! look at me! I'm experimenting! Now here's the prologue to a story that I kinda have all mapped out. I'm really diggin' it, and really excited to write it.
Now I don't know if this is kosher with you all, but the style in the prologue is a bit different than how it's going to be in the story. That right down there is to introduce everything, and is written without the 'reach deep down and speculate' feel; the subtle-angsty-pondering feel, if you will, that I intend to use in the upcoming chapters.
A man, that doesn't make sense, does it? OH WELL. Review and tell me what you think. PLEASE.
fyi: The idea for this scene was taken from this: .com/favourites/#/d10l1nl Love it, worship it!
Disclaimer: I no have. I no make money offa dis.
Prologue
"Keep up the slow life for the night..."
James Potter looked up to make sense of the peripheral glimmer vying for his attention. What was to be found, however, was only the flicker of light against a newly acquired badge, which belonged to his sub-conscious friend, whose pensive face was not the catalyst of the sudden stir of thoughts in James's head. Remus Lupin, The Badged, noticed his scheming expression, and with a sudden jolt of panic, heroically saw to it's necessary end by means of distraction.
"Oh, bother. It seems the Harpies lost their game last night to Puddlemere. T'sa shame," he said casually, flicking the corner of the Daily Prophet. James reacted promptly.
"Merlin! How'd they manage that?" He fretted, stumbling over to look over Remus's shoulder at the listings. "They're sure as hell on their way to losing to Chudley, at this rate…" James continued on his rant, only to be interrupted by another friend painfully uninterested in Quidditch.
"So can we use the prefects bathroom if we have that with us, Remus?" Said Wide-eyed Peter Pettigrew pointing to the badge pinned to the wearer's robes. The question was worth the attention spans of two others: James's and, the fourth quarter to their group, Sirius Black, who had been quietly avoiding his homework assignment through the whole ordeal. Remus stood up in front of them all slowly.
"Now listen, just because I'm a prefect now, does not mean that you guys will be able to finally escape all authority," he said carefully. A moments pause made him relieved, until he was hit by a myriad of hoots, haws, and hollers coming from his audience.
"Are you daft? That's exactly what that means!" Said Sirius in between hearty laughter.
Remus rolled his eyes, but was soon infected by their amusement.
Later on, while trying to fall asleep, Remus centered in on a face and it's expression that he had seen towards the middle of his day. He smiled in spite of himself.
Once he fell asleep, rapid eye movement took him to places where a red-headed girl sat on a grassy hill.