Chapter 2
James pulled his clothes out of his trunk and folded them before placing them into the drawers beside his bed. "This year will be great. I've been looking forward to being in seventh year, just for the respect, and now I'm head boy, I'll be the most respected guy in school. Not to mention this being the final year of my Quidditch captaincy, third year of me being a captain and hopefully the third time I lead the team to victory."
"Is captaincy even a word?" Sirius asked as he tipped the contents on his trunk onto the floor.
"Yes." Remus said without looking up from his book. He had unpacked his bag with an efficient assembling spell, which he refused to share with Sirius and James. He explained that if they had bothered to read their textbooks over the holidays they would have already known what the spell involved.
Sirius kicked the pile under his bed and sat down next to Remus. "Is there anything you don't know?"
"Probably." Remus sighed.
"Like how someone can have as short an attention span as you, Padfoot. No one knows that." James said with a laugh.
At that moment, Peter trudged into the room and slumped dramatically onto his bed. The other three boys ignored him.
"Bloody great feast tonight. I haven't eaten properly for weeks." Sirius said as he patted his swollen belly.
"That's what happens when someone who can't cook lives by himself." James said as he packed the last of his things away. "You shouldn't have moved out of our place."
"You know I didn't feel comfortable leeching off your parents. Anyway, I have more freedom and stuff. Yeah sure, your mum can cook, but she's so…clean."
Peter let out a sigh.
"Just because we don't have house elves running around cleaning up after us, it doesn't make us some kind of freak family. We're just sanitarily considerate." James sat on his bed. Peter sighed again. "Anyway, your place is kind of…"
"What?" Sirius demanded.
"Druitton is a pretty bad area."
"Remus lives in a bad area."
"I have to say that Druitton is more dodgy then Quakerville." Remus snapped his book closed.
Peter let out a loud noise somewhere between a sigh and a sob. Sirius, Remus and James looked at him for a moment and then turned away, resuming their conversation. Peter got up and exited the room, muttering to himself.
"Quakerville is the most corrupt suburb in all of wizarding settlements." Sirius said, standing up.
"But at least people in Quakerville have jobs." Remus stood and faced him.
"Yeah, corrupt jobs." Sirius retorted.
"Guys, who gives a shit, just let it go." James said calmly. Sirius and Remus stared at each other for a few more seconds, then shrugged and sat down again.
Sirius lay back onto the bed, "So, how are we going to get rid of the new Defence teacher?"