I was sitting in my compartment on the Hogwarts Express, pondering the purpose of shoes, when the door opened and four boys walked-or rather they marched- into my compartment. Except for a short, stubbly boy, who more or less, toddled.
Now, I don't know what was going through their heads when they walked in, but you can't walk where someone else already is, then not even acknowledge them and well…they stepped on my foot in the process.
"Did anyone else feel a lump in the carpet?" asked a raven haired boy by the name of S something-or-other.
"It wasn't a lump," I began standing up. "It was my foot."
Whoever he was shot halfway up into the air, nearly hitting his head on the compartment ceiling in the process. He had obviously not known of my existence, but few do unless you count Maybelle.
Ooh, fabulous. Another cute boy who doesn't know you Lykie!
Oh, shut up Maybelle, or I'll punch you in the ribs.
"Who the-oh hey, your cute!" he said. Well. Golly gee.
"And oh hey! You stepped on my foot!" It probably wasn't the best thing I could have said, but the look on his face was worth it. I mean, a messy haired boy nearly fell out of his seat laughing. It wasn't really that funny.
"I'm Sirius Black." He flipped his hair. I thought only popstars did that. Was he a popstar?
Ask him if he's a popstar. He's cute enough.
" Are you a popstar? Maybelle thinks you might be."
"He's not a popstar."
"Shut up, James, I might as well be. I am fabulous."
I'm Lykaios Brendon. It mean wolfish, or wolf-like." A sandy haired boy across from me (who I later learned was Remus Lupin, along with James Potter and Peter Pettigrew) almost choked on his chocolate when I said this. I brushed it aside.
That's great, Lykaios. Not only did you turn down who is probably the hottest guy in all of Hogwarts history, but you did it terribly mean!-ly!
"I did not, Maybelle!" I said outloud absentmindedly.
"Maybelle?" Sirius asked.
"Maybelle isn't anyone of importance to you, Sirius. She's on of my friends. Inside my head."
The boys all looked at me like I had grown another head.
"Oh, your just upset because the Voices don't like speaking with you as much as they do me!"
No! Don't tell them about me or the rest of us! They'll think your loony!
Which I absolutely am, Maybelle. I'm speaking to you.
"Lykaios," started James worriedly. "Are you alright?"
"Oh don't worry dearest James. I'm completely mostly sane. My therapist told me so."
The boys exchanged looks . I wonder why.
"Now," I said." If you could leave my compartment, I'd like to get back to pondering the purpose of shoes." They all then peered casually as they could down to my feet to see I wasn't wearing any shoes.
"All of mine have suddenly disappeared." I whispered.
Oh, they'll never talk to you again! Wailed Maybelle. You actually had a chance!
"Shut up Maybelle, or I'll poke you with a Q-Tip again."
