It was their first year going to Hogwarts, and a group of unlikely friends were on the train, joking and laughing. One boy, James, just said some nasty comment about Slytherin, and the other boy, Sirius, was offended. Remus had joined in on the laughter, wanting to never be outcasted, but he wasn't amused. He was intrigued instead, watching the boy with the silly name. This boy's curly, dark hair was very different than the straight, almost blonde hair he was used to, growing up. Everything he said, he sounded sure of himself, and not going to accept anyone else's opinion. There was something about the way he held himself. When he had said his whole family was in Slytherin, he slouched a little bit, almost like he wasn't proud of that fact. Remus could tell that Sirius found James to be a bit preposterous, along with most everybody in the car, but overall, he could tell. He and this boy called Sirius Black were going to get along great.