Haha, sorry for not update, having killer exams, ok they are over now, so
I'll try writing more :p. Oh, by the way I think I was a little confusing
last chapter, about the nicknames, Remus and Sirius are just teasing James,
so James is being irritating back, hence the nicknames.sorry, if you want I
could change it back.
Ok, here comes chapter 3, I'm sorry if I get some details wrong, I can't even remember if they are already at school or at the train station, so I'm assuming it's the latter.
The Marauders boarded Hogwarts Express, went to their usual compartment and plonked themselves onto the plush red cushioned seats.
"They certainly haven't changed a thing, have they?" Sirius said as he ran his hand over the Chudley Canons poster they had stuck on the wall last year. The Marauders knew the trainmaster, and let's just say, he was quite fond of the boys and sort of gave them a compartment to themselves.
"Well, they cleaned it up for us. Remember the horrible mess you left last time you set those fireworks whizzing around, Padfoot?" James reminded gently, raising an eyebrow.
Remus looked up snorted, muttering, "He's gonna say that you can't blame him for being hyperactive."
Sirius swung an arm around Remus, exclaiming, "Heyhey, my friend, Moony, the one who knows me best."
At that, Remus rolled his eyes in a mocking way.
"Prongs, aren't you supposed to go for your prefect duty," Peter squeaked.
"Yeah, about time, gotta get going," James stood up swung his black cloak around, strode to the door.
Moments later, James popped his head into the compartment and grinned, "Guys, forgot to tell you not to miss me to much."
"Argh!" Three different voices cried simultaneously as a cushion hit James in his face.
James hummed a tune as he made his way towards the prefect compartment, wondering who the other Gryffindor prefect could be. Perhaps a certain redhead, a small wistful voice sounded at the back of his mind.
Ok, here comes chapter 3, I'm sorry if I get some details wrong, I can't even remember if they are already at school or at the train station, so I'm assuming it's the latter.
The Marauders boarded Hogwarts Express, went to their usual compartment and plonked themselves onto the plush red cushioned seats.
"They certainly haven't changed a thing, have they?" Sirius said as he ran his hand over the Chudley Canons poster they had stuck on the wall last year. The Marauders knew the trainmaster, and let's just say, he was quite fond of the boys and sort of gave them a compartment to themselves.
"Well, they cleaned it up for us. Remember the horrible mess you left last time you set those fireworks whizzing around, Padfoot?" James reminded gently, raising an eyebrow.
Remus looked up snorted, muttering, "He's gonna say that you can't blame him for being hyperactive."
Sirius swung an arm around Remus, exclaiming, "Heyhey, my friend, Moony, the one who knows me best."
At that, Remus rolled his eyes in a mocking way.
"Prongs, aren't you supposed to go for your prefect duty," Peter squeaked.
"Yeah, about time, gotta get going," James stood up swung his black cloak around, strode to the door.
Moments later, James popped his head into the compartment and grinned, "Guys, forgot to tell you not to miss me to much."
"Argh!" Three different voices cried simultaneously as a cushion hit James in his face.
James hummed a tune as he made his way towards the prefect compartment, wondering who the other Gryffindor prefect could be. Perhaps a certain redhead, a small wistful voice sounded at the back of his mind.