Lily bugged me the whole next day about Sirius and I's conversation the night before. She kept going on and on about how we'd make such a cute couple, and how romantic we were, and how cute he was. By the end of the day, I was ready to ring her neck.

Somehow, I managed to make it through Potions, even though it had the flakiest professor of all time. Her name was Professor Bridgewater and half the time she was talking to herself, or talking to no one at all. She was really strange, and I was a little worried for her.

Flying was horrifying. When we arrived, there were two rows of beat-up old brooms and we were told to each stand next to one. Then we had to command them into our hands by saying "up" which didn't work for me at all, so I just bent over and picked it up. Then we had to straddle it, and on the coach's whistle, just simply fly into the air. I was so terrified, but Lily tackled this with complete confidence and was really good too. I couldn't even get off the ground.

Herbology was, well, interesting I guess. Professor Aldwine (the professor) just talked about the different kinds of magical soil. It was actually kind of cool. Certain soils gave off certain magical qualities, smells, or colors. Like I said, it was interesting.

History of Magic turned out to be the most boring subject ever. Professor Binns was a ghost, who floated into the classroom through the chalkboard, and just started droning on and on about goblin wars, warlock organization things, and other equally boring stuff. It was even impossible for me to try to focus, but about fifteen minutes into class, I felt a folded piece of parchment hit the back of my head. I bent over to pick it up, and opened it, not bothering to be quiet. It read:

You're In!

I picked up my quill and wrote:

What in the world do you mean?

I looked behind me to see who had passed it and saw Sirius grinning like a mad man. I tossed it to him and waited for a response.

You're in the Marauders. But James and Peter don't want to give you credit, like on official papers or anything.

Then why should I do it?

Because I'm your friend?

Well, maybe I don't want credit anyway. Then I won't get in trouble if you guys get caught doing anything stupid. What am I supposed to do anyway?

Help us find secret passages, stake out crime scenes and the like.

I guess I can accept that.

Then you'll do it?

Well…

Come on, please!

Fine.

Thanks a lot!

Whatever.