Lily Evans was sitting on the Hogwarts Express in the Heads' Compartment. She had worked carefully on her appearance that morning so as to be sure to impress—or intimidate (whichever was necessary) her co-Head. Ever since receiving her letter informing her of her position, she had been fantasizing about the Head boy.
She sincerely hoped it would be Amos Diggory. She had been crushing on him since fifth year, when she ran into him (literally!) in the library. They had patrolled together during sixth year, and this year she was hoping for an invitation for the first Hogsmeade weekend.
Remus Lupin wouldn't be a terrible person to work with either. He had always been nice and polite. He was serious about his schoolwork and responsible. Those were qualities that Lily required in her co-head.
Yes, Lily decided, Remus would be a perfect co-head—if not for one small problem. Well, actually a six-foot-one-inch problem. Technically, two six-foot-one-inch problems and one five-foot-seven-inches problem. These problemshappened to be Remus Lupin's friends, aka, the Marauders.
They were intolerable, insufferable, and inseparable. As well as unbelievable, untouchable, and unavoidable.
Peter was the least of Lily's worries. He was quiet, shy, and one of her glacier-melting glares shut him up for at least a few hours.
Sirius Black (because he was neither serious nor just Sirius—the Black was what made him Sirius Black) was annoying, it was true, but one of her mountain-moving glares shut him up long enough for a quick getaway.
James Potter—ringleader, prank planner, and mastermind of the Marauders was definitely the worst. Half the girls in the school boasted that theywere to be James Potter's next girlfriend. He had every beautiful girl (and quite a few ugly ones) clamoring to go out with him, and he refused all of them.
The only girl he ever asked out had to be Lily. One of her nuclear-explosion-meets-supernova glares did nothing but entice him to make ridiculous statements about how sexy she was when she was mad. He never let her alone, chased off all of her boyfriends (or potential ones at least), aced every class despite his complete lack of work ethic, had the most ridiculous habit of running his fingers through his—the door to the compartment suddenly opened, jolting Lily out of her trancelike state.