There he was. Sirius Black. The cute popular kid who happened to live in the house next to mine. Our rooms were across from each other and our windows faced each other. I could often see him listening to music, or studying, not really, he was popular, popular people didn't study. That social suicide was reserved only for my class, the nerds, geeks, and social outcasts.
Who am I? My name is Remus Lupin, resident nerd, geek, overall social outcast. Sure, I had friends but nothing like Sirius and his huge group of friends. Yet even though he had so many friends I always envied his special connection with his best friend, James Potter, more than his huge group. My best friend was a slightly more popular, but no so much that we couldn't be friends, Frank Longbottom. I also was pretty good friends with a certain Lily Evan, who even though was insanely beautiful, still hung out with me, and the other nerds, admiring the populars from afar. Or in her case insulting a James Potter, who she swore was a huge arrogant bully and hated him. Sadly, she had a friend from home who I was not a huge fan of, Severus Snape, who was rude, arrogant, and had a love for the less then admirable methods of getting to the top. But I put up with him when I had to.
We were all in the same year, sophomores at a boarding school called Hogwarts (named after some old dude who gave a huge donation once it was getting started) We knew enough to get by but still had a lot to learn about high school. I was lost in my daydreaming about starting school when I heard a tap against my window. I looked over and saw Sirius, Oh, my stars Sirius Black, throwing rocks at my window. I grabbed a note pad and wrote a what and then held it up. He then grabbed some paper and wrote his phone number. Why would he want to talk to me? I grabbed my found and typed it in.
"What's up?"
"Hey, I'm having trouble with the history paper, and you're always getting good grades, so…"
Of course, he only wanted my help, god forbid he actually knows my name or anything.
"Yeah I can help you. Maybe meet after school tomorrow to work something out?"
"Can't. I have Quidditich practice."
Oh yea, Quidditch. Our country was weird, we played a sport called Quidditch where there were 3 goals on each end of the field. 1 keeper per team, who kept the ball, the quaffle (Why it's called that I don't know) out of the goals. 3 chasers who tried to score. 2 beaters who kept the chasers safe from the blunger (the ball that could hurt the chasers) and a seeker, they looked for a small, baseball sized ball called the snitch (like I said our country is weird) which was kicked around until it was caught, causing the end of the game.
Sirius was a beater and James was a chaser. Everyone on the Quidditch team was popular. But why would Sirius bother wasting his time with me when he can spend it with James, and other popular people?
"Ok what would work for you then?"
"Maybe tomorrow evening? Say 8?"
"Ok, see you tomorrow then."
"Ok, and thanks so much Remus."
So, he did know my name? Huh. I turned and went to bed daydreaming about tomorrow. Maybe I would have fun and he would want to be my friend, probably not.