Follow Your Feet
Chapter 2 – So Many Faces
The Marauders swaggered down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express. Boys parted to make way for them, girls stopped and stared. Let's just say, they were respected.
Peter Pettigrew was a short loon of a fellow. He was respected as the humble jester of the Marauders. Constantly cracking jokes and making plans, Peter had a wild imagination and a lively sense of humour. He could raise one's spirits and brighten one's day. Sometimes though, he would lose his vitality and his laugh, a flicker of pain would cross his face, and the day would turn grey. No one knew to what they could owe this sudden sadness, but the other Peter could make up for this any day. People loved to be around him, he lived for others.
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Remus Lupin was known by the girls as a poet- soft and sad. He had a dark edge, a shadowy alter ego, a kind of bitterness that comes with a life of burdens. However his charisma was evident, his darkness almost added to his charm. Remus had dirty blonde hair that loosely hung in his grey eyes. His smile was rare, but on the rare occasion that he did smile, it was a brilliant flash of white. Remus walked with a kind of slouch, hands in his pockets. He seemed kind of bad boy cool- but everyone knew that was just his way. He did his grades and passed with flying colours.
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Sirius Black, with his floppy black hair and intense blue eyes, was relaxed and laid back. He lived for the moment, did what he pleased. He was an imposing figure, and he used this to his advantage. Sirius walked in a kind of swagger, bad to the bone- so he liked to think. But his buddies knew he was soft on the inside, a real good boy. One thing you could say about Sirius Black was his amazing hunger, for life, for food, for girls, he simply didn't stop. When you looked into Sirius' intense blue eyes, you felt free - possibilities were endless, the sky had no limit, his eyes were like a drug. That was Sirius, he lived for the moment.
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James Potter. Ringleader extraordinaire. Tall, dark and handsome. James was friends with everyone. He had a certain thing about him that no one could quite place their finger on, but it was there, and it meant that everyone wanted to be around him. Simply his presence could liven up a party, it could inspire a team, it was like wherever he went the spotlight was on him. But he never realized it, and that was what kept him so appealing. James had warm brown eyes, and messy hair. Round glasses rested on his nose, twinkling in reflected light. He was the tallest of his friends, and had a lanky figure. He seemed to do everything slowly and easily; effortlessly, but it was still better. James had his fair share of admirers and enemies. His enemies, however, still respected him. He was not the smartest, best looking, funniest, nicest … but he was James and somehow that was good enough.
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The four found a carriage and swung open the door. Sirius and James flopped onto a seat, while Peter continued talking avidly to Remus, who was lowering himself gently onto the plush cushioning. Remus allowed a shadow of a smile to cross his lips, as Peter recounted the endless holiday flying lessons he had been forced into. Indeed the remainders of this "torture" were still evident, a purple bruise flowered across his jaw line, and cuts criss-crossed his elbows.
Sirius cleared his throat as he spoke up, after securing the door shut.
"So, fellow marauders, in the name of tradition, I ask you to place in the centre of the table your humble donations. We, being in our sixth year, pledge the oath of the Marauders, say it with me guys," here all the Marauders joined in raucously,
"We Marauders, now in sixth year, Wormtail the dunce, Moony the bright, Padfoot the impulsive and Prongs the high, solemnly swear we are up to no good." The Marauders shared an excited laugh, and ventured into their holidays. The food trolley finally came round, and the "humble donations" were spent excessively on sweet treats.
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James felt like his insides were sherbert, fizzing and bubbling excitedly inside him. He felt like if he simply opened his mouth he would soar away. He was happy. James was one of those people who always had the extreme of each feeling. If he was happy he was over the moon, if he was depressed, he felt grey and hollow. Right now though, he felt as though he were glowing pink. Every few minutes a picture of Lily Evan's face would flicker through his mind, yet instead of feeling down, he felt as though this year was a clean slate to winning her affections.
James looked around the train compartment, and grinned at Remus, who was giggling happily. Sirius was dominating the conversation as usual, with his expressive face and ever-moving hands. And there was Peter, occasionally throwing in a funny comment or a quick laugh. James sighed; he had the best friends in the whole entire world.
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Meanwhile Lily Evans was shoveling chocolate frogs into her grinning mouth. Lily and her friends were having a competition to see who could fit the most frogs in their mouths. So far, Jobie was winning- her mouth was huge. Lily was a close second, while Elli was struggling in last place. The other members of the carriage were looking on and laughing, and they were Nicolas Rigby, Andrew Balsam and Nitasha Brigell. This group were Lily's closest friends. Needless to say, Jobie and Elli were Lily's very best friends, and she had known them since first year.
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Lily and her friends simply loved to have fun. They didn't often have deep conversations or the like, but her always in high spirits, pulling off crazy stunts, having physical competitions. The thing about Lily was that she was a very physical person. She spoke through her body, for example, if she was happy, she would give her friends lots of hugs and kisses. If she was excited she leap on their backs, and ride on them in a piggyback. If she was sad, she'd sprawl out across them, head bowed. You see, her expressions did most of the talking for her.
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Lily Evans was a girl who was slightly tall for her age. She had a lovely slim figure, athletic looking. Indeed she was very athletic, a champion soccer player; she had convinced Dumbledore to introduce soccer as a sport in Hogwarts in only her second year, claiming it would encourage good relations with muggles. Lily had auburn hair, cut at her shoulders, which she usually tied in a pony tail. Her skin had a light tan, a sprinkling of freckles crossed her little nose. Most people would describe her as cute and pretty, not beautiful. Her smile was heart stopping,but it really was her personality that made her. Always full of life, she was a happy person, which was why she was so popular- she always made other people feel good. Her happiness was downright infectious.
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Cramming one last chocolate frog into her mouth, she glanced at Jobie to check if she had won. Alas no, Jobie had managed to fit a record breaking 6 chocolate frogs in her mouth. Oh well, thought Lily, at least I beat Elli. Lily signaled for the others to watch her, and then spewed out the chocolaty slime. Her friends had expressions of disgust on their faces, but she could tell they were actually amused. Lily sighed,
"I s'pose we'd better get into our robes … honestly you guys, am I the only responsible person here?" Lily clucked her tongue in a motherly fashion, while her friends sniggered,
"You haven't got one responsible bone in your body honey, and I think I like you that way," Jobie answered back, in her rich smooth voice. Jobie had beautiful black skin, and a large luscious smile. Her eyes were surrounded by thick lashes, and she had thick silky black hair that fell down her back. Lily envied her goddess curves.
"Jobe's right you know Lil, I'd be hard pushed to find someone more irresponsible, immoral and altogether immature than you are, my darling," Elli added, with a hiccup of a laugh.
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Elli was small, with shiny brown hair. Her skin was pale and creamy. She had a slim figure- lots of people called her skinny. She had large blue eyes, and small cherry lips. She was very sweet looking, and guys seemed to fall head over heels for her. In fact, although she had such an innocent face, she could be very wicked and most surprising of all was that she wasn't a virgin.
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After changing into their robes, Lily glanced out the window, and gasped. They were approaching Hogwarts. Lily let out an excited squeal and jumped up on top of her seat. She bounced up and down, laughing with her happiness. The previous summer had been tough, disconnected from the wizard world, and she felt like she was home again. Lily planted a big sloppy kiss on Nic's cheek, and unbeknownst to her, he blushed pink. But Lily had already turned away and was chattering nonsense with Nitasha, both muggle-born, and both as happy as each other to be back in the wizarding world. Lily glanced out the window, and felt her face light up as she caught a glimpse of the Gryffindor tower. Boy, she thought to herself, this is going to be one memorable year! Little did she know how frighteningly right she was.