I looked in the mirror.
I had three tops on my bed and I was holding them up alternating to see which would look best on me for the first day back. So far I think I'm going to go wear the long grey t shirt my mum bought me this summer which says 'Looking for Mr. Perfect'. I also have on some dark blue skinny jeans and my violet Chuck Taylor All Stars. I have to say I LOVE these shoes best for sneaking and therefore best for pranking. They look awsum as well, but that's just an added bonus. Me and my friends the Marauders love pranking which is why I don't randomly walk around with heels on like I want to sometimes. There are five of us Marauders, but I'm the only girl one which means I'm the best and I strive to make sure everyone knows it! It also means I'm the most special but if I said that to the guys they'd probably say 'Yeah, in the head'. James Potter is my best mate, friends forever and all that fluff, he's messy, effortlessly smart and uncontrollably thick-headed sometimes. He's also completely in love with Lily Evans, which can be a right nightmare quite often either we all have to listen to him rant on and on about all her qualities or having to listen to her yell his balls off because he asked her out again or complimented her or some other pointless reason. Sirius is exactly the same thing, but luckily they usually take it in turns to be smart and thick-headed. Although he isn't infatuated with Lily he prefers to just go for chat up and snog everything in a skirt, seriously I think there's probably erm... three girls who don't fancy him not including me, and about fifty girls he hasn't gone out with only for the reason that we're seventh years now and him with first years is extremely disturbing. He's also strangely obsessed with his hair and loves pouting when he thinks something's unfair, me and my (non-marauder) friend Lily secretly think he might be a girl.
I pause to check my reflection in the mirror, what should I do with my hair? Put it up or leave it down? I leave it down and turn my hair straightners on waiting for them heat up before I straighten my hair.
Remus is another of us Marauders, he's the sensible one but he can be a bit wacky as well so it's not saying much. He is the Gryffindor prefect so therefore has to be a little bit responsible. He is also a werewolf, we don't care. We had know Remmy for a year and a half before we realised in the middle of second year, so we knew that he was a good guy and an awsum friend, so why should his furry little problem bother us? Unfortunately we have to keep it a secret because a lot of people would think differently. Remmy has sandy coloured hair and hazel eyes. He also has a lot of scars, although you can't see most of them, he has a really nasty one on his back, and one semi-nasty on his left cheek. He's very shy so a lot of girls don't fancy him like they fancy James and Sirius, but I don't think he's very comfortable telling girls about his furry little problem and he doesn't want to keep it a secret from them. Frank is the last of us Marauders; he's very loyal and infatuated with his girlfriend Alice Prewett. He's quite tall and gangly. He's smart, not as smart as Remus, but just behind him. I think he's about half way between James and Remus, he likes to have a laugh and write notes to the rest of us, but he will write the actual class notes as well as doing homework on time. He started going out with Alice lat winter (our fifth year) and they're still going strong as far as I know which is good, anyone who's seen them knows that they're perfect for each other.
Then there's me, Julia Amelia Porter. But if you call me that, I'll kill you with an evil grin on my face and a cackle on my lips. I mean seriously, why would my parents feel the need to call me Julia Amelia? But in order to save a few lives, I told everyone back in first year to call me Jools. Of course that hasn't stopped the guys calling me a dozen of other stuff. Really annoying. I mean they like to call me Star, 'coz they think I'll become famous because of art, which I'll admit is pretty good. I'm about 5'6; I weigh a normal amount (I hope). I naturally have waist length hair dark violet hair and dark navy eyes. Most people don't know that this is what I actually look like, they just assume that I dye my hair or something. Typical really. I have clear skin usually which is good, its cream like Lily's but unlike Lily with her red hair mine can get nicely tanned if I spend enough time in the sun. I can be fairly smart but I hate studying, if I just randomly picked up a book about Transfiguration, I'd be more likely to read it than had it been assigned. I'm also a severe procrastinator and not a morning person, which makes it quite natural that I should do my homework very late in the night. I don't fancy any guy in particular, I don't really fancy guys that much except when thinking of their fitness/hottness, I've been with my share of guys though none that serious. I've only had maybe two or three boyfriends, so Lily always knows when I really like a guy, because he lasts more than a month. Anyways, I like pranks, a laugh, flying and a whole bunch of other stuff. Oh I forgot to mention, I'm also a really good artist, I love art the brush just feels like an extension to my hand, it's almost as good as having a wand in my hand.
I've just finished straightening my hair so I've moved on finishing my packing, because today I'm going back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for my sixth year of magical education. Before I got my Hogwarts letter in first year I just figured that magic was fictional, because I'm a muggleborn. I finished my packing double checking I had my wand in my hoodie. I dragged my trunk downstairs.
"Mum, I'm ready!" I called out.
"Oh, baby I can't believe you're going already." My Mum smiled sadly almost on the verge of tears.
"Mum, don't get all embarrassing again," I complained.
"What do you mean again?" My Mum said with a voice stern enough to be mistaken for Professor McG's back at school.
"Mum every year you get all upset, I barely make it onto the train you hug me so much." I explained.
"No I don't do that"
"Of course not Mum."
"Did your Dad phone you to say goodbye?"
"Nope, but you know what he's like I'll just send him a letter tomorrow or something 'sides I said bye to him at dinner last night."
"Yeah well his only child-"
"Hey what am I?" my eighteen year old brother Steven asked.
"Someone who only comes round to wash his filthy clothes before going back to Uni." I say to Steven smiling.
"Ha ha"
"-is going off to school all the way up in Scotland for a year and he doesn't even have the 'time' to phone you to say goodbye and-" My mum continued.
"Mum if you don't finish this rant now we're never going to make the train. Have you got your keys?"
"Yes, yes I've got them. Have you got your trunk?"
"Yes, I think it's doubled in weight since last year though. Have you got your handbag?"
"Yes, well it's probably because you insisted on packing about seven pairs of shoes this year as well as a ton of books. Have you packed a coat and some jumpers or long sleeved tops?"
"Yes, I probably won't wear them but I've packed them, come on let's go we'll be late." I finally managed to drag my Mum to the car which is in the car park of the hotel we've been staying in for the weekend. The ride barely takes five minutes but its less effort than taking the underground and we're already getting late. We get to Kings Cross and park the car while I try to make sure that the last memory I have of my Mum before school starts isn't her complaining about how much it costs to park for an hour. I pause outside of the entrance to platform 9 and ¾ .
"Are you coming to the platform or staying here?"
"I think we'll say bye out here if that's ok with you?" she answered.
"Yeah sure," I turn to Steven and give him a hug.
"So bro, another year, you'll write to me right? Tell me if Dad gets another divorce?" I said jokingly.
"Sure, no problem and you tell me if you get a boyfriend".
"Not a chance."
"Didn't think so. Have a good year squirt."
"Yeah you too, but don't call me squirt!"
"Sure thing midget" I scowled and then cracked up, this is something we do every year. I turn to my Mum giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek.
"Be good now, I don't want any more letters from the school unless they're good things okay?" Mum said.
"I'll try but I can't guarantee it, I'll write to you tomorrow, about how my classes went ok?"
"Of course I will, we've done this five years already."
"Sure, I'll write every couple of weeks."
"Make sure you do." I laugh and glance up at the clock quarter to eleven, "Okay Mum I really need to go now."
"Bye sweetie." She hugs me once again and I pull my trolley through the wall and onto platform 9 and ¾. I glanced around but couldn't see any of my friends so I proceeded to avoid teary mothers hugging their children to get to the gleaming red train. I got to a door and was just struggling to lift it up when two of my bestest friends walk up either side of me and take a handle of my trunk each.
"Blimey Jools," Sirius complained "What have you got in here?"
"..."
"I'm serious Jools what's in this thing?"
"We all know you're Sirius, you remind us constantly"
"Ha ha."
"Well, I think there are some shoes, some art stuff, some shoes and clothes, some books and did I say some shoes?" She laughed at the expression on Sirius' face.
"Oh for god's sake stop complaining, Wingardium Leviosa" Jools flicked her wand and the trunk rose in the air, the boys pushed it toward the train where it continued to hover several inches above the ground as Jools walked onto the train. "That wasn't too hard was it?" she asked them smirking.
"Why couldn't you just do that before?" James asked exasperated.
"I wanted to see if there were any knights in shining armour willing to help." The boys grinned, Sirius' grin was suggestive "Instead I just got you two, I had to charm it." Sirius scowled.
"That's just mean." He whined.
"Well come on then" She started walking down the corridor with her wand raised. "Which compartment?"
"Usual one." James replied. They walked to their compartment in the middle of the train and setted down for the long ride.