Author's note!

Normally I will put this at the bottom. But please read this... please? I always read them... Anyways, I hated the original first chapter. It was Remus and my OC at a party, awkward, not funny, and not believable. I wrote it at 1 AM because I thought I should try to write a fanfiction (Oh, this is my first fanfiction by the way...), but it just sucks! The rest of the story doesn't though, or at least in my opinion it doesn't. Alright, let's go.

"I don't want to go to a party!" I yelled. "HAVE MERCY, WOMAN!" I'm not much of a pleader, but I'm all out of options. I did not want to go to some party where my mum would introduce me to everyone, and they would all say "Oh, you have such a pretty daughter!" and I'd be thinking "Yeah right old woman, you have cataracts."

"Penelope, you have to go. Marian Potter is one of my best friends!" I think my mum was using a pleading tone. Argh, I can't disobey mother dearest.

"Fine, but I refuse to wear a dress! Or a skirt! Or dress pants!" I think I'd rather wear a dress than those fugly pants.

"Just wear a casual dress, nothing frilly like last time. I promise!" By last time, she meant at the Ministry Ball my grandmother took me to. Shiver. Ever since then, I trusted no one with a dress. Even though my mom was pretty lenient.

"OKAY! OKAY, fine. But please don't do my makeup. Or my hair." My mum always tried to curl my hair, or make me wear sparkly eyeshadow. My hair was fine! It's straight and just above my shoulders, but it has body is choppy. I don't wear makeup either, I don't trust that lady with a mascara brush.

She frowned, but nodded and walked out of my room.

Now time to decide on my clothes. I'm thinking grey sundress and white flats. Daring, Penelope. Daring. Maybe I'll put some wax in my hair and make it sort of messy looking, mum would like that. And of course, some eyeliner or something.

While I get ready, I should take some time to warn you. I am nerdy. I am socially awkward. BUT, I'm in Ravenclaw and they say I'm a good time. Wink wink. No, not really. They say I'm unintentionally funny. That's worth something, right?

"Oh, Marian! I haven't seen you in ages!" My mom ran to hug her friend. Ages? You mean 2 weeks, right?

"Sherri! How's the pub?" She asked. My mom owns a wizarding pub called "The Wicked Witch of London." I always thought that name was pretty awesome myself.

The two adult socialites continued their small talk for a while. I sat, bored, at the food table. They had this really good dip that I was NOT going to pass up. I was glancing around when I saw that group of Gryffindors walk out of the gigantic Potter Manor. There was the slightly off one with glasses (I'm one to talk, I have glasses myself), the tall one that the girls loved (give me a break), the bookish one, and the creepy fat one. I didn't know them too well because of the house difference, the age difference, and my (as previously stated) social awkwardness.

They were heading towards the food table. Oh no, my mom is going to try to introduce me or something. Or I'm going to be in their way and they'll say excuse me and I'll say sorry and it will just be terribly awkward. Damn you, social anxiety!

Time to make my escape. I start humming the James Bond theme subconsciously (I tend to hum without realizing it. When I do realize, I hum louder.) and tiptoed over to my mother, clinging to her from behind like a shy little girl. I'm only 14, I can still do this.

"Oh, Marian! Here's Penelope, you haven't seen her for almost a year!" DAMMIT MOM. Plus, I saw her in June. It's only August, that's two months you crazy woman.

"Penelope, you sure have grown up!" HOW CAN YOU GROW UP IN TWO MONTHS? "You're almost as tall as my son!" I am pretty tall, 5'8" (A/N: a little over 170 cm for you non-Americans out there) to be exact. Yes, I take pride in my height. I've always loved being tall.

"Oh, speak of the devil," She continued. "Here's my son! You look about his age, you must know each other." Kill me now.

"I'm only a fourth year, Mrs. Potter," I remind her. Her son pipes up. "I've never seen you, you go to Hogwarts?" Time for my inconspicuous glare. "Yes," I say, with some edge. I'm so badass. In my mind. "I'm in Ravenclaw."

"James, she's in our Arithmancy class!" Whispered the booky one, a little too loudly. Now that I think about it, I was. It was then I notice that my mother and Mrs. Potter were at the other end of the backyard (or should I say field, this can't be classified as a backyard!) and I was in a bit of a faceoff with the boys.

At least I can stop acting cordial and proper, if I even was to begin with. I walked away, back to the food table. There was an awkward silence when the boys came up right beside me to get food. I was getting some chips and dip when James tapped his foot impatiently beside me.

"Hold on, you fool! Don't get your panties in a bunch," Slips out of my mouth. Crap! Why am I so mean? He looks startled, I guess he's not used to people, girls even less, not giving him what he wants. The long haired one laughs at his expression, Booky looks slightly amused, and the creeper looks angry that I adressed his master in such a way.

I decided this was the time to slip away. I start walking over to a chair. The long haired one asks loudly "Why is she humming James Bond?" Of all the times I hum James Bond...

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30 minutes later.

I have figured out the names by now, due to my epic eavesdropping ninja skills. Currently, I'm still sitting, on my third serving of chips. I'm surprised I'm not Jabba the Hut status by now, for I have sedentary ways.

"Penelope, why don't you go socialize, or dance?" My mum asks suddenly appearing. Dance? HAH!

"Mum, do I look like the dancing type?" I ask with a sarcastic tone. I feel so mean. Must be teenage angst kicking in.

"Well go socializing, then! Come on, Penelope. When you're my age, don't you want to still be on the social scene?" I have never, nor will I ever be on the social scene.

"If I talk to people will you get off my back?" I ask hopefully. Mum cackled.

"Of course I'll get off your back, whippersnapper," She said jokingly. Oh, mum has her funny moments. I grin up at her as she leaves, but it soon fades when I realize I have nobody to rub elbows with. Knowing Mum, she'll be watching me out of the corner of her eye. I'm screwed.

I try to spot out someone of Hogwarts age. I didn't have to look far, I was tapped on the shoulder by Sirius Black. "Why so lonely? You should be bothering Jamesie!" He grabbed my arm and ran over to the boys. FIRST OF ALL, I don't run; and SECOND OF ALL, this stranger is touching me!

When he stops a few meters away, I yank my arm away and attempt to glare holes through his head. He laughed. I guess it didn't work.

"Congratulations, you have fetched the nonbeliever," I start my escape. "Now if I can just slip past you..."

"If we heard correctly, mother dearest wants you to socialize," Said James. "Like fate, we are here to do so!"

"Stalker. Plus, I don't feel like socializing with a bunch of guys that are about two years older than me!" I really am getting over this whole Social Anxiety ordeal. My psychiatrist will be proud.

"We aren't stalkers!" James said. "Yes you are, James," Piped in Remus. "You stalk Lily, Lily's friends, Lily's boyfriends, Slytherins, and now her." He shook his head and went back to his book.

"Well alright then. The stalker thing was sort of a joke but I have been proven wrong by the almighty - Remus, right? - The almighty Remus!" Remus grinned with his face still in his book.

"All praise Remus! Bow down to his majesty!" James yelled jokingly. Peter actually got down on the ground and started worshipping him. He was a bit too close to me, I had to take a few steps back. My face must have looked like this - O.O

"Wormtail," Said Sirius, amused but trying to get him to stop. "Wormtail, you're scaring the girl. WORMTAIL!" Peter got up, his face turned bright red and her slipped back into his place. Remus laughed nervously, obviously scared by his little worship session. I wonder if he prays to them?

"I'm just gonna go now," I say. "It was interesting talking to you." I skipped (yes, I literally skipped) down to my seat and plopped beside the rest of my chips. This was going to be a long night.