Author: Cha-Cha

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the book so please don't sue.

RemusSriusJames: Don't worry, they will start talking soon, just not quite yet!

Prongs-Padfoot-Sxc-girl: I know what you mean, most do seem to behave like this! Hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Walking into the classroom, James made sure he kept his head down, no need to give them the satisfaction of seeing the black eye they'd given him the previous afternoon; it had come up quite a shiner. Dropping onto his seat away from everyone, he scanned the room subtly, instantly spotting the new kid. Great, just what this school needs, another person trying to make his mark on the school anyway he knows how, which most of the time was to make fun of him. This was going to be a great Tuesday James thought as he allowed his heads to slump into his arms before he closed his eyes.

'Hey rich kid, walk to school on your own again? Mother didn't want to walk you? Or did the maid just not turn up to take you? Too high and mighty to bring you herself?' A voice sneered into his ear, making sure his voice was low enough no one else could here, Kiren again, who else really?

'You know nothing about it, so get your abnormally large nose and unbelievably small brain out of my space.' James quickly retorted, his blood boiling at the comment about his mother. They knew nothing about him or his situation, instantly assuming because he had money, everything could be related back to it, including why his mum didn't take him to and from school like other parents. The laughter at his reaction was hardly surprising. Bite back and they laugh, don't and they assume your snobby or arrogant, it was a loose, loose situation.

'Ooh, guess we touched a nerve, don't want Daddy to try and sue us would we?' Kiren taunted again, this time loud enough for everyone to hear. Sue? What the hell was that? For what must have been the millionth time of thinking, he cursed the ministry for their ridiculous ruling that every magical child must attend a muggle primary school. If they were going to do it, couldn't they at least try and teach them some things about the muggle world before inflicting this punishment on innocent children, he couldn't be the only one suffering in these schools.

Looking up at his taunter, James knew what was coming even before the boys mouth opened, another insult to his money, really, couldn't they at least try and think of an original part of his life to pick on, honestly, this was just getting old. 'Aww, is the little rich boy too sheltered to understand us common folk?'

Okay, the little comment, that one he should have expected, but it was hardly his fault he was small for his age, unless somehow they could tell him his father being rich caused that as well! He watched as they began bragging about their so called victory, what pathetic people James sighed to himself, catching sight of the new kid looking at him still, didn't he have anything better to do? What had he, never seen a kid picked on like that before? Fortunately the teacher re-entered at that moment and all taunts were forgotten, and the new kid finally was forced to look away much to James' relief, those eyes seemed to look through him far too much for his liking.

'Settle down, settle down!' Miss Walden called out above taunting, and slowly the chatter died down, much to James' relief, to a murmur before dying out completely. At least he wouldn't have to put up with more insults until break. 'Now, today we have a new pupil in the class, this is Sirius Black and he's just moved here, please make him feel welcome.' Right, weird name…isn't Sirius the name of a star, who on earth would call their son after an emotion? Black though, that name was familiar…wonder why? James' thought trailed off as he began to fall asleep, his head in his arms, barely acknowledging that it was Kiren who was going to be taking the new kid around. It only meant one more person to pick on him, what was one more when nearly all of the school thought he was weird and disliked him, they'd get to the new kid sooner or later, with Kiren showing him around, it would just be a bit sooner his reputation would spread to him. Unsuitable people, James almost sighed, very subtle hint, of course he'd never get that he thought sarcastically.

'James Potter, I do hope we aren't keeping you up?' Miss Waldern's voice interrupted his daze. Slowly lifting his head, James met her gaze as she glared at him for almost drifting off again. It was a regular occurrence; he simply couldn't stay awake in her class, what was the point? He already knew all she was telling them, and if he didn't, the information was simply soaked up by his brain; he really didn't need to listen to the long explanations.

'No, but if you were quieter I could probably drift off.' He answered quietly, this was hardly the first time he had been asked this question by her, and they both knew what his answer would be.

'So glad you informed me of how to keep you awake, I'll do my best to make sure you don't sleep in my lessons.' Was the reply from his teacher, James knew she wasn't that cross, mostly because she knew even if he didn't seem to be paying attention, he always knew the answer if asked.

'You do that, and I'll do what I do best, try to prove you wrong.' James replied, giving her the same cheeky smile he normally gave to his mother whenever she caught him out before placing his head in his arms again. A few more hours of endless droning and then he'll be outside again, back to the wolves, he thought gloomily.


Wandering outside, James immediately made his way to the more secluded and hidden areas of the playground. It was a good spot he'd found when being chased one day as it kept him covered, but also gave him a view of where everyone else was. There's Sirius, James looked at the new kid, maybe he was the same as everyone else he decided as he watched him joining in the football game. He'd looked a little reserved to begin with, but he supposed it was just because he was new, but he seemed to be having fun now. Guess he's found his group now.

James sat down, pulling out an old notebook and began writing. Prank ideas and drawings littered the pages. Small notations about thoughts he wanted to remember, bits of poetry he enjoyed or jokes he'd heard scattered across the pages of his notebook. It was the pranking section he turned to this time, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as he wrote down his newest idea. This would be prefect!