Snivellus, Padfoot and Prongs.
"Now sevvy do-"
"don't call me that mother."
"Severus Snape you will respect me. Do not forget what your potions master said, if he finds any more doodles in your books you're in serious trouble mister."
"Yes mother, whatever you say, now I really need to go-"
"well give your old mother a kiss then."
"oh mum…" the small boy with black hair protested, but his mum had already bent down and left a tell-tale lipstick mark on his cheek.
He kept his head down and ran onto the crimson train, bustled into the closest empty compartment and sat down. He had not long buried his (abnormally large) nose in a book entitled "1000 things you didn't know about amortentia" when four boys made a rather pronounced entrance into his compartment, and all sat, in a rather intimidating way, on the seat opposite.
"Sevvy! come give mummy a kiss then…"
"Oh I don't know James; poor Snivellus didn't want a little peck of his mumsy"
"Now, now Sirius, he can't help it. But it does surprise me he doesn't want a kiss off mummy, he's not going to get one anywhere else" The two boys laughed about Severus as if he wasn't there. James Potter and Sirius Black. They were two Gryffindors in their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
James, the first one who had spoken, had scruffy black hair, messed up as if he'd just got off his broomstick, and circular glasses, which would have been a cause for insult to anyone else but James somehow managed to pull them off. His red and gold tie gleaming on his chest, he looked nothing but smug. Next to him, sat Sirius, a very handsome young man, with longer hair than James, but just as dark, he had a twinkle in his eye and a sort of charm that you could feel from a mile away.
The other two boys, who were yet to speak, were not nearly as handsome as their friends, but wore the same red and gold ties, and seemed to admire James and Sirius a lot. To Sirius' right, sat Remus Lupin, he had brown hair which sat loosely on his head, his look echoed intelligence, and one might wonder why his tie was not blue and bronze. The last, (sat half on-half off the edge of the bench) was the smallest; a boy named Peter Pettigrew. He had big teeth which very nearly stuck out between his top and bottom lips, a pinched nose which went up at the end, and wide grey eyes, which seemed to watch in awe at his friends, as if hanging on every word they said.
Yes, it would be fair to say that these four Gryffindors made Severus Snape, with his greasy black hair, long, hooked nose, and recent break-out of acne, look like a perfect target.
"James, how pleasant of you to drop by and talk to me, NEWTs this year, how exciting, you know, I've heard that they made a new grading level, it now goes: 'Troll, then Potter.' And of course, Sirius Black, I hear your Mother hates you, at least mine hasn't disowned me..." He retaliated, for no one was to believe that these boys attacked for nothing. Severus 'Snivellus' Snape had spied on the boys for their past 6 years, obsessing over potions and dark magic, he was a nosey, annoying person, but the others could have lived with this, if he wasn't spitefull aswell.
"Oh sevvy, good insult! Get it from mummy?" Sirius was probably a bit too quick witted for Severus' liking. His friends laughed, making Severus' pasty white complexion turn a very slight scarlet.
"lets go," it was James speaking this time, "I said I'd meet Lily Evans," at this his friends groaned, but strange little Severus with his green and silver tie's ears pricked up at this name, then his stomach gave a lurch.
As the boys left, he was quite content with settling down with his book, and indeed very happy to see the back of them; but also wishing he could go with them to see Lily Evans, and talk to her like he used to.
