"Come on, Remus," James pleaded. "Nobody else plays the bass! Why don't you want to do it?"

Remus rolled his eyes. "Because it's in the middle of exams. Because I don't think any amount of music would get girls to like me – or either of you, for that matter. Because your band sounds stupid and you guys are stupid. Take your pick." Sirius and James gasped in mock offense.

It was the end of a school day – a day that had been spent trying in vain to persuade Remus to join their band. He was having none of it, although the pair hoped that their nagging would wear him down.

"Hey, I play drums," the small, chubby kid walking behind them piped up. Peter Pettigrew. He was known around the school as a stoner, but not much else. He didn't seem to have any friends, was constantly snacking on something and a common joke around the school was that you could smell his body odour from space. It was probably true.

But he seemed to be a nice guy, and if he brought them one step closer to having a full band then he was alright by James.

"Hey, Remus, Peter's in," James called, as Remus sped ahead in an effort to avoid the constant begging. "You're letting us all down here."

Remus sighed and stopped, allowing the other three to catch up to him. "I cannot believe I'm letting you win here, but fine," he groaned. "I'll do it."

James and Sirius cheered and attempted to pull him into a group hug, receiving only slaps to the back of the head for their efforts.

"My place tonight!" James called as Remus hurried off, probably internally cursing the pair of them.