First chapter to the sequel! Few things you need to know: Moony and Sirius are NOT together, they never got together. They spent all of second year dancing around each other, not saying anything. Yeah, stinks, I know. You tell them that.
Second chapter coming soon enough. Please, please please PLEASE review. If I get enough reviews, I'll update more often. Though, as a default, check back every Friday, that's when I usually update.
Also, in case you didn't notice, the first four lines of this is a blatant Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy ripoff. I give Douglas Adams full credit.
Remus Lupin was bored.
Really, really bored.
There really were no words to describe how hugely, vastly bored he was.
I mean, you may think you're bored on long rainy days when the power is out, but that's nothing on how bored Remus was right now.
He sat in his room with the lights down, throwing his tennis ball at the wall and catching it when it bounced back. Thud... Thud... Thud... He looked at the clock, he looked at his Hogwarts letter. Thud... Thud... Thud...
Ten more days.
Thud... Thud... Thud...
Tossing the ball onto his pillow, he wandered to his trunk and opened it. He rifled through his things, checking and rechecking, folding and unfolding. He organized his books first by size, then in alphabetical order. Then he messed everything up and did it all over again.
He reached over to his nightstand and picked up a photograph. There was him, in the middle, with a tousle-haired, bespectacled boy to his left and a shaggy, unkempt one to his right. In front of him was a chubby, shy-looking, freckle-faced child with a lousy haircut and a smudge on his chin. The four children in the picture were all clambering over each other, waving at him, grinning like the maniacs they were.
Remus snorted as portrait-James gave portrait-Sirius a good shove. Portrait-Sirius fell out of the frame with a light 'Oof!'.
"Behave yourselves!" Remus snapped at them. His portrait counterpart nodded, took James by the ear and gave him a good telling-to.
Remus sniggered. It was like being God.
He set the picture down and plopped onto his bed. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled. Only ten days left.
The Marauders were starting their third year at Hogwarts.