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How long had he just been sitting there on the plush seat? Remus could remember finding himself lost in the lovely smell of the girl he had met ... or, well, seen, before. She smelled so perfect; she smelled like a treat forbidden to all those who did not reach her level of perfection. Was a twelve-year-old really thinking this to himself? A thin, long-fingered hand went up to scrub away the lingering remains of the tears he had shed previously, and the werewolf slid to his feet. His robes were hemmed greatly as they had fit his father in his youth; his father was a larger, broader boy than Remus could ever dream to be.
"Something off the trolley, dear?" The voice caught the boy offguard and he was forced her jerk upright in surprise, his fingers tangling in his robes as he latched onto them. The woman was a friendly looking, plump, woman, who had kind eyes and a large cart of treats.
" N... no thank you, Ma'am," the boy spoke softly, still gaining of his surprise of the woman's sudden appearance. A nod, and she disappeared once again. This left the small werewolf alone in the empty compartment... Alone with his thoughts. Remus missed Romulus.
Hm. Romulus. Romulus had a fiery temper, though was very likely one to do as one pleased. Even at twelve, he was becoming a... Well, Remus didn't know the word, but in a few years, he would chalk it up to "Bitch-Boy Slut," for lack of any better words. The younger of the twins almost wanted things when he wanted them, never shortly after; he tended to be slightly selfish the facts of growing up with a brother was was bitten by a werewolf at a young age. That took much of his glory and added to the urge to be the best of the Lupin Twins... Better and stronger than the werewolf that shared his blood.
Remus never minded how Romulus acted about him, always trying to outclass him, and the boy already swore to be on the House quidditch team within his second year at the school--no one would stop him--and become the captain before he left to become an Auror as an adult. How Romulus could have found himself with an entire life plan, Remus did not know... Remus had his own problem with wondering what he will be doing the next week, let alone years upon years later.
The thoughts of his brother faded as another beautiful wave of peaches and vanilla licked along his strong nose, drawing him into the hallway of the moving train. Glowing golden orbs searched the empty hallway relentlessly for the scarlet mane he had fallen in love with a week or so before in Diagon Alley.
Pity that the young werewolf found no one in the hallway, at least not at first. Apparently, another boy heard the cart, oh, he had learned of it from his many uncles who traveled to Hogwarts in their youth. Hair of raven topped his head and his eyes were of a pure sapphire blue. Careless with his youth and excitement for the treats within the cart that the witch pushed before her on the trolley, the boy ran straight for Remus.
The connection hurt; the boy had collided with Remus, nearly throwing the smaller boy into his compartment once more as he backpedaled to keep on his feet. Remus felt the light shock as the beast within him snarled for escape, howling against the back of his mind in rage. How the skinny little boy had the power to control such urges still baffled even Professors who swore their life's work on a cure for the Curse; it should have been impossible for his growing body to handle it, let alone his fragile mind.
"Hey... Sorry, mate?" The other boy looked more stunned than harmed by the collision with the smaller boy. He had a fine build of being slim, yet almost athletic. Even at Eleven, Remus noted, the boy was going to be handsome when he matured into a man. Why was Remus thinking this? He suddenly wondered.
"Oh? Eh... It's okay... I didn't know anyone was out here..." Pale cheeks were blotched with scarlet as Remus tried to find something to say to the larger boy. What could he say? His heart was thundering within his breast and his head was slowly starting to pound. He did the only thing he could possibly think to do: Remus drifted backwards into his compartment, curling back onto his chair as he watched the boy bound off towards the trolley.
It was a good ten minutes of listening to the train move along the tracks, Remus found the boy slipping into his compartment, bags under his arms and his robes folded like a pouch (Which proved to be filled with the sweets when he placed it down onto the seat across from Remus). He smiled brightly to Remus, thrusting out his hand to introduce himself. " Sirius Black... Pleased t' meet you, mate."
"Um... R-Remus Lupin..." Stunned completely by the cheery introduction, Remus almost did not hold out his hand in return to the dark-haired boy. Still, he managed to regain himself enough to shake the offered hand with his own; long, spider-like fingers coiling around the slightly tanner flesh of Sirius' hand.
He learned a nice amount from the talkative boy on the long ride. Sirius Black was starting the same year as his cousin, Narcissa Black and his younger brother would be starting Hogwarts, as well, two years later. Remus explained of his younger sister, but Romulus slipped his mind, oddly enough. Houses were also spoken of, though Remus had no preference, nor did Sirius, Really.
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The conversation of pasts and excitement milked off
the time of the train ride, both boys taking their turns to speak, even
if sirius spoke much more than Remus happened to. Both boys filed out of
the train with all the other students when a rumbling voice danced through
the night air.
"Firs' years, this way..." Remus felt the grasp
on his robes, Sirius tugging his excitedly towards the massive man, who
was thrice the size of a normal man. A giant, Remus remembered thinking
calmly as he looked around the large group of first-years... About forty-ish
children stood around Remus, all holding an array of expressions from fear
to excitement and nervousness to sickness. Remus was more... Well, he was
not sure, honestly. He missed his mother and he did not know what to expect
from the school.
All thoughts of the school were tossed from him as his golden gaze caught the flows of scarlet hair, presently worn in twin braids along her shoulders. The girl; the one he had seen at Diagon Alley with his mother, sister and brother. Remus parted his lips, a song dancing over his suddenly light-headed mind as he attempted to slid towards her as she drifted over into a boat. Pity that his sleeve was grasped, Sirius pulling him into a boat nearest them.
"Room for another?" A grin came from another boy. He was small, maybe a bit taller than Remus and his form was thin and wiry. A head of tasseled raven hair accented the expensive robes cladding his figure and the chocolate eyes showed his grin as a reflection. He did not appear threatening in the least, to be honest, Remus thought as he watched the boy push his glasses up his nose.
"Sure, I'm Sirius Black and this is Remus Lupin." Sirius slid next to Remus to make room for the other black-haired male to slip into the seat, his own expression a boyish grin as well.
"James Potter... Great t' meet you two... And this fellow," he swept a hand behind him as a squat, watery-eyed boy with sandy hair skittered onto the boat as well, "is Peter Pettigrew... Met him on the train when some white-haired sod was trying to corner him. Bugger, he was."
So the four boys met, Remus catching sights of his twin in a boat with a greasy-haired, somber boy and a silver-haired boy who held himself with an obviously arrogant air. Remus figured that was the said boy that James had mentioned previously. Looking over his own boat, Remus hoped that, at least, Sirius and James were in the same House as he was... He was started to forget his relentless home-sickness with them around.
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