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A/N- For once, I actually had the enitre plot of this story worked out BEFORE I started writing it. Shock of the century, I know. The plot just came to be in second period debate a few days ago, and I suspect it will be quite good. Erm, the plot will be, atleast. As far as my writing goes, that's up to you to decide. Make sure to review if you value your life and/or want to see more from me. o.~
Rain drizzled through the hazy evening air, fogging up the carriage windows and leaving hazy, smearing paths against the glass. A very wet and irritable group of 17-year-olds, known to most as Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew, were piled inside, leaning against the carriage walls and grumbling. The novelty of attending Hogwarts had long ago worn off, and the group saw it more as another year at school than an adventure.
Peter sniffled and pulled out a polka-dotted hanky, honking into it loudly.
"Ugh, wormtail, cut it out, would you? You're going to make me vomit." Snapped a tallish, raven-haired boy.
"'M sorry, Sirius, but it's quite neccesary. I 'ave a cold, you know." Sirius scowled, resting his broad chin against the palm of his hand and gazing absent-mindedly out the window.
"I reckon we'll be at school soon." drawled the one called Remus.
James snorted, not bothering to look up from his fingernails, which he seemed to be examining. "You don't say."
"Mmmm..." answered the first, obviously not recognizing his friend's sarcasm.
Without warning, the carriage came to a rather bumpy stop, sliding a bit on the wet ground. The four teenagers pried themselves out of their seats and made their way to the castle, not bothering to hide their reluctance to do so. The near-constant grim weather of the summer had dampened their spirits considerably, and combined with the up-coming pressure of their impending NEWTs going back to school was not at all appealing. Sirius sighed, dragging his feet, apparently either not noticing or not caring that rain was pouring all around him. " 'Urrey it up, Padfoot We're going to miss the sorting!" Called James from ten or fifteen yards ahead. Sirius shrugged, figuring he honestly didn't much care, but picked up his pace a little to try and catch his friend.
Yet another A/N- This chapter is short, but the rest will be lots longer. Really, they will. Pinkie promise! *Holds out pinkie finger* Please review and give me your thoughts. Updates come muuuuch faster when I get reviews. Really, they do.
A/N- For once, I actually had the enitre plot of this story worked out BEFORE I started writing it. Shock of the century, I know. The plot just came to be in second period debate a few days ago, and I suspect it will be quite good. Erm, the plot will be, atleast. As far as my writing goes, that's up to you to decide. Make sure to review if you value your life and/or want to see more from me. o.~
Rain drizzled through the hazy evening air, fogging up the carriage windows and leaving hazy, smearing paths against the glass. A very wet and irritable group of 17-year-olds, known to most as Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew, were piled inside, leaning against the carriage walls and grumbling. The novelty of attending Hogwarts had long ago worn off, and the group saw it more as another year at school than an adventure.
Peter sniffled and pulled out a polka-dotted hanky, honking into it loudly.
"Ugh, wormtail, cut it out, would you? You're going to make me vomit." Snapped a tallish, raven-haired boy.
"'M sorry, Sirius, but it's quite neccesary. I 'ave a cold, you know." Sirius scowled, resting his broad chin against the palm of his hand and gazing absent-mindedly out the window.
"I reckon we'll be at school soon." drawled the one called Remus.
James snorted, not bothering to look up from his fingernails, which he seemed to be examining. "You don't say."
"Mmmm..." answered the first, obviously not recognizing his friend's sarcasm.
Without warning, the carriage came to a rather bumpy stop, sliding a bit on the wet ground. The four teenagers pried themselves out of their seats and made their way to the castle, not bothering to hide their reluctance to do so. The near-constant grim weather of the summer had dampened their spirits considerably, and combined with the up-coming pressure of their impending NEWTs going back to school was not at all appealing. Sirius sighed, dragging his feet, apparently either not noticing or not caring that rain was pouring all around him. " 'Urrey it up, Padfoot We're going to miss the sorting!" Called James from ten or fifteen yards ahead. Sirius shrugged, figuring he honestly didn't much care, but picked up his pace a little to try and catch his friend.
Yet another A/N- This chapter is short, but the rest will be lots longer. Really, they will. Pinkie promise! *Holds out pinkie finger* Please review and give me your thoughts. Updates come muuuuch faster when I get reviews. Really, they do.