I don't normally write authors notes on my stories but today I am breaking the weird rule that I unconsiously set for myself. This is my first serious Marauders fanfiction and would appreciate feed back and reviews and such. I have a lot already written for this but am only going to post once a week.
I feel I also must include that none of the characters other than Abigail Grace and her mother and some other characters that are likely to be introduced to the stroy at a later point are mine. The lucky bitch, otherwise known as JK Rowling gets the deed to all our hearts as well as the rights to any of her characters I use in this story.
I may infact interpret said characters a tiny bit differently to Jk in order to explore them in a different context which is being manipulated to fit my story line. If you feel that I am straying too far from the original characters please let me know and I'll do what I can to rectify it in future chapters.
Happy reading!
I saw Sirius, James, Remus and Peter all walking slowly up the stair case on their way to the Gryffindor common room. They were silent, which was unusual for all in the group except Peter, who was the less outgoing and extravagant one. James, who was tall and slim, with dark brown hair and round glasses he pushed up his nose every other minute, was catching a golden snitch that hovered just in front of his face, probably stolen from the Quidditch game they won the weekend before. He released it soon after he caught it and then repeated the process, seeming to be amused by it for some reason.
Remus, who was rather pale, average height and a medium build, looked as though he was underfed andwore his light brown hair hanging down in front of his face a bit. He had a book in his hand, and was scanning the pages eagerly. He tripped up the stairs occasionally because he wasn't focusing on where he was walking and Sirius' hand went to his arm to steady him unconsciously. The book seemed heavy and old, probably from the restricted section as the boys were known for their petty theft, pranks and tricks. No doubt that Remus would insist they return it after he was finished though, because he wasn't as reckless as James and Sirius.
Sirius, who had shoulder length unruly dark brown hair, was tall and heavily built and appeared to be deep in thought, with handsome face scrunched up as he often did when thinking of something especially interesting that would probably turn out to be a new prank. I didn't particularly take any notice of what Peter was doing; most people didn't, because he was kind of boring. He was plain in comparison to the other boys and got pushed to the side lines when they were on show. I kind of felt sorry for him but not enough to actually care.
I walked at my usual slow pace, catching up to them on the stairs quickly. I mumbled what I though was a 'can you please hurry up or move out of the way' but they didn't seem to hear me. I sighed and stopped walking. I was going to have to be louder, but I never really talked to anyone here. I'm not good at making friends, which my mother tells me is not a good thing. She is a social butterfly and my dad was too, so I'm told, so she has no idea where I got my shy nature from. I didn't really either. Lately though, I was becoming increasingly lonely. Maybe I should try and make a friend? I thought to myself.
I sighed again, gearing myself up for what I was about to do. This would probably be the first time I had spoken to any one in my house in the four years I had been here. Oh well, here goes nothing. "Hey guys, could you please hurry up?" I asked and they all stopped collectively, except Peter, who kept walking, oblivious to what the other three were doing. He walked away as Sirius, Remus, and James all turned around at the same time and looked at me. I wondered how they got so synchronised, did they practice or what? It looked cool though.
I blushed under their gaze, not being used to all the attention, especially from guys. I looked down at my shoes which were gladiator sandals and brought my hand up to unhook my hair from behind my ears so it could hide my pink cheeks. We all stood in silence for a bit before one of them spoke, making me look back up to see who it was. "Who are you?" James asked and I looked up at his handsome face to see he was smiling warmly and seemed kind of confused that there was a Gryffindor that he didn't know. "I'm… uh… Abigail Grace." They all let out an 'oh' of recognition. I tilted my head to the left in confusion at that.
They knew who I was? The most popular guys in our year, the whole of Gryffindor even, actually knew who I was. Okay then that was new. They all moved to the side of the stairs to let me passed and I walked up the stairs hurriedly, not wanting to be late for curfew again. I spent most of my time in the library reading and studying to avoid the crowded common room. By now though, everyone had learnt that I don't talk much so they don't try. They just leave me to myself and I'm grateful for that, not that I would say it to their face. Even this group don't prank me anymore. They did once and I burst out into tears silently and walked out of the common room. This was in first year and Remus came up afterwards to apologise. He was very nice about it actually, although it was the only time we had ever had a conversation, he promised to not let anyone prank me again.
I smiled to myself at the memory, liking his kindness. I kept walking until I reached the portrait of the fat lady and said the password 'pumpkin pasties'. I think the prefects were going for a Dumbledore themed password this week, which was rather funny. Dumbledore has always been a quirky man and his fascination with sweets was just one of his many great qualities that attributed to that quirkiness. I stepped inside the door to see that no one was in the room. The room was covered from head to toe with lavish gold and red colours and adorned with lions over everything from the blankets hanging on the back of the couches that surround the fire place to the left and the table tops and armchairs to the right. I put my books down on the couch and sat next to them, warming myself up in front of the fire as the halls were extremely cold at this time of night. It was about ten o'clock and nobody else was down in the common room. I had trouble sleeping and so I spent a lot of time down here, not that anyone else knew that. I slid down to the floor in front of the couch, dragging a blanket with me, wrapping it around my legs and waist. I got my book out and started reading.
