About Lucius Malfroy: I think I will have him. He will be older then Remus and the others. J.K. Rowling never mentions Lucius with the Marauders so I don't want to make him a main character or anything. Maybe I'll have him show up and be a little bit of a ass. Plus I think he was married already when Voldermort first comes to power, can't be married and eleven! At least I hope not…
Question: What year do you have to be to join the Quidditch team? I have no idea. And is James the only that plays Quidditch? He was a Chaser too…right? Just want to make sure!
Chapter 3
Quill Chaos
They made their way to the tailor store. Remus could barely hold in his excitement. All of Diagon Alley seemed to have exploded with a energy that he had never seen before. Children and teenagers running in every direction dragging along their parents into stores. The excitement of the upcoming term and the adventures it might bring was thick in the air. There was so much anticipation in the air, one could feel all the emotion. His mum always liked to avoid the Alley when school shopping was being done, 'Too many people, just everywhere.' but this year she had no choice but to part of the crowd that she disliked so much.
They finally made it amidst all the hustle and bustle, to Madam Malkin's in one piece. It was a small shop but it was the only place to go to get well fitting robes. Mrs. Lupin had been smart enough to get an appointment so Remus was in there in no time, getting fitted for his school robes. The shop was filled to the seams with hats, dresses, robes and every other piece of clothing one could want. Remus had been right, now having black robes draped all over him made him sweat buckets.
"You silly boy, why didn't you say something?" Madam Malkin asked after she tried to remove a sleeve she needed to resize and it won't come off because it was stuck to him with sweat. She removed her wand form her dress pocket and hit him lightly on the head. It felt like old water was being splashed on his head and slowly trickled down to cover his whole body. Remus was going to have to learn that spell.
It was a excruciating, two hours. Sure he was cool now, but one can only lift there arm for so long. The robes were all black, how plain, but plain was what he liked. As if reading his mind Madam Malkin said, "Don't worry. When you are picked for what house you are going to be in you get a patch for the robe and all the other accessories. Ties, vests, socks…"
Just what Remus wanted to do: accessorize.
Taking his glaze away from the mirror he realized his mother was missing. Probably among all the clothes, not only can one never let a woman (muggle or witch) do her hair, one never let a woman (muggle or witch) into a cloths store. Finally they were finished. Remus hoped never to do that again, even though Madam Malkin had apologized every time she stabbed him with a pin. With his new robes, dragon gloves in one box and his mum's new dress robe under his arm, in another box, they were off.
Next to Flourish and Blotts, to get his books, quills and anything else that wasn't chocolate. It was defiantly more busy then Madam Malkin's tailor store. Remus bumped into five people just trying to get through the doorway. His mum had given him the money bag and had taken the packages with their clothes saying, "Meet me Eeylops Owl Emporium when you get done here. I can't take it."
Remus was happy he had only to look after himself in the shop. Taking out the paper with Hogwarts school books on it, he stared at it reading the names of the books, in his head. Four, five…seven, it was eight books in total. Not too bad, Remus just hoped they weren't too large and heavy. As much as he liked books, Remus didn't feel like carrying around a half a ton of them all school year. Whoever ran the shop had used their brain and had divided the books year by year. Remus looked around for the banner that read, '1st year books.' Remus made his way over to the table slowly and nearly knocking over a couple of people.
Grabbing the last copy of, 'A History of Magic' Remus walked over to the table with the quills and once again knocked into a person.
"Sorry."
Remus had bumped into a boy that looked about his age. Jet black hair that came to his shoulders and even darker eyes. He was carrying just as many books as he was. Remus looked at him a second longer before turning around to try and squeeze his way to the quill stand. It was even worst then the books. There was only one quill stand instead of seven, like the books. Remus thought of just waiting, but if he did there would be none left. If only his mother hadn't waited till the last minute to take him shopping. It was like Christmas shopping: The stuff was out for months and everyone knew it was coming, but everyone waited till the last possible minute.
Remus felt a finger tapping his back and turned around to see who the culprit was. It was the black haired boy, Remus had bummed into moments before. Remus looked at him questionable. Oh, god. I hope he doesn't want to start a fight or something…
"Hey, are you trying to get to the quills too? I have been here for a bloody hour trying to get all this stuff! Believe he mate, there is no hope. I think I would rather fight a dragon then go into that again." and with that statement he rolled his eyes, letting out a exasperated sigh.
Remus let out a light chuckle. He was most defiantly right, it did seem easier to fight a dragon. Then they just looked at each other. Remus got the impression that the other boy wanted a reply to what he had said. No witty comments came to mind, Remus hated it when people did this to him. Remus racketed his brain, well he wanted a answer? He was going to get one. Remus got the distinct feeling his guy wasn't as innocent as he looked. No one knew Remus was there other then his mum, so….
'Here it goes.' Remus blushed with the thought of what he was going to do but Carpe Diem, right? The jet haired boy gave him another grin and then Remus did it.
"HELP! He's trying to steal my book!"
The whole store got quiet and all heads turned to him. All the commotion around the quill table stilled The black haired boy had a 'WTF?' look oh his face for a moment and then, as if this sort of thing happened all the time, joined in on the farce.
"Give me the book punk!"
Remus started to back away from him, to try and avoid his hands. Amazingly enough Remus' started backing up towards his original goal. All the other students stepped aside, watching. It was the first fight and no one seemed to want to break it up yet. Just what Remus had hoped for. Soon his back was up against the quill table. Mission Accomplished…almost.
"You want to take my quills too, huh? What do you want? My quills and ink, why just stop at my book!"
"Yeah? You going to talk to me like that? Yes, I want three quills and a bottle of ink! Oh, and grab me a bottle of disappearing ink too." The black haired boy added the last part quietly.
"Well, FINE!"
Remus grabbed what the boy had asked for throwing it in his arms and then went for his own supplies. Remus couldn't believe it had worked! But, what now? Everyone was still looking at them waiting for something to happen. He hadn't thought of that…Remus hoped the look he gave the other boy conveyed that he was out of ideas.
"Come on! Lets take this outside! I want to rough you up bad!"
Remus heard him put the emphasis on the word 'bad'. If anything was bad, it was their acting skills. Remus came very close to smiling but he held it in. The last thing he needed was to crack a smile and then have the angry crowd crack his spine.
"Yeah, Let's take this outside!"
They started to walk towards the door both giving each other death glares. Right before they got there a employee kindly pointed out that they hadn't paid for their books. He corralled both of them over to the check out. The crowd had stopped paying attention to them and went back to trying to grab a quill or two. Remus sighed out of relief after their books had been bagged and they had gotten outside. Seeing that the coast was clear they looked at each other and started to crack up. Remus couldn't remember the last time he had done something like that! Not that there was a 'last time.'
The other boy slapped him on the back and complimented him on his quick thinking. Remus gave him a lopsided smile. The next thing Remus knew the boy had his arm extended for a handshake.
'My name's Siruis, you?"
"Remus Lupin. It is a pleasure."
With that they shook hands. Maybe he would be able to make friends after all.
OWARI
Like? I like! This chapter went in a completely different route then what I thought of first but I really liked it so there! I hope you do to! Please check out my Remus/Tonks story 'Dreams can come true' THANKS