Sitting on his bed, Remus looked longingly out the dorm window onto the school grounds. Every year his trunks had been placed at the foot of the bed perpendicular to the far wall. He didn't mind; unlike Peter Pettigrew, who slept on the third wall, across from Sirius and only next to the chests that held their belongings. Peter was filled with insecurities, and always sought approval from the rest of the boys. Sirius and James's beds were along the same wall as Remus's, with Sirius in the middle and James next to the door. Sirius and James, with Peter always tagging along, were full of boastful pride and conceitedness, always social and flirting with girls. Remus on the other hand, was content sitting quietly and doing schoolwork. This was part his love of learning, and the small enjoyment he found in success. However, there was a small part of him hidden beneath his quiet demeanor that was full of turmoil.
Again, it happened. The bold, good-looking boy from the glass compartment across the train isle had made eye contact with him. Flustered, Remus looked out the window, watching the countryside speed by. The nerves from beginning his first year at Hogwarts were not helped by the butterflies in his stomach this mysterious black haired boy was conjuring up. Suddenly, the train went around a sharp bend in the track. Remus swung his head around as he heard a loud thump. A bag fell from atop a holding shelf, hitting the good-looking boys friend. That one, a tall boy with glasses, grabbed his head in mock pain and screeching loudly, with the obvious intention on scaring other passengers and causing a disturbance. The boy Remus was so intrigued by doubled over in laughter. Annoyance filled Remus, disgusted by their arrogance, their carelessness for others. He stared out the window again with a hardened disappointment.
Finally, the train pulled to a stop. Remus changed into his robes as older students passed by his compartment to exit. As he moved to get up and leave, a sniffling boy stumbled heavily down the corridor, lugging a trunk bigger then himself. The handsome boy with the black hair slid open his compartment door, sneering "You're supposed to leave it on the train and it gets moved to our rooms by magic. Everyone knows that."
"Oh come-on, not everyone was raised as such pure-blood royalty as yourself, Sirius" The boy with glasses seemed to take pity on the distressed 11 year old shaking in the isle. "C'mon, put your things in our compartment. You too", noticing Remus watching them.
"I'm P-p-p-peter Pet-t-tigrew"
"Remus Lupin"
"Sirius Black"
"And I'm James Potter" The boys walked as new comrades to the boats that would take them to Hogwarts.