Disclaimer: Everything but plot property of J.K. Rowling
How to Make a Mutt
Ch.2
They rode on, reaching the school in a very uneventful hour. That is, unless you count a loose owl colliding with James in the hall causing him to spill grape pop onto a nearby second year. They got dress in their school robes, slacks, and jumpers. And of course, nobody tied their tie correctly but Remus.
Hopping of the train and into the carriages. Out of the carriages and into the great, great school of Hogwarts. Remus went tickly with excitement.
"Wonderful to be back," Remus sighed under his breath, smiling. Remus loved school – this school – his school. He loved they books. He loved the teachers. He loved the ghosts. He loved the library, the new quills. He even loved potions. Actually, no. He didn't love potions, but that was beside the point. What Remus loved most about school was his friends, who were with him, here, always.
"REMUS!"
Except for now.
He dropped off his luggage with the rest and ran to catch up with his friends.
As they entered the Great Hall in a muddled little group, the sorting had almost finished. Candles floated about above their heads as they took their seats at the Gryffindor table. Students chatted quietly, laugher ringing through the air. Our boys were no exception. They whispered back and forth, even as the – as Sirius put it: "Start-O-the-Term" – speech began. They didn't pay attention… well, except for Peter. It was always the same thing: "Don't do this!" "So-and-so says that!" "James Potter, I saw that!... What you did to Severus!... No, I saw you!... MR. BLACK! Mr. Black I saw that!" And so on.
Sirius leaned back and nibbled at the tip of his collar. He was hungry. Suddenly – as if by pure will-of-thought – the speech had ended and piles of hot, steamy food appeared before them. As his fellow classmates went at the feast at a reasonable pace, the scruffy boy flew in.
"Padfoot!" exclaimed Remus. "What are you doing?"
Sirius had begun in proceeding to stuff items from the large platter in front of them into his mouth and several into his pockets for later. He looked up as if he had forgotten they were there.
"Huff Mmuh Mmuff Mmwauff Wa wuff?" He said mouth full.
Remus rolled his eyes. "I said, 'What are you doing?'" he said as Sirius took unsafe gulp and wiped his mouth.
"You're going to choke," Remus said as the goofy and slightly demented smile washed across the boy's face. His eyes widened.
"I. LOVE. HOT POCKETS." Sirius said in utmost seriousness, holding up a crispy and slightly floppy bread tangle.
Remus stared.
"Seriously man! Hot pockets are my favorite type of pocket! Followed closely by the kangaroo pocket!" He nodded as if this was some great achievement. "They're just so hot… and pockety! Like chicken nuggets! My favorite kind of all nuggets!"
"What about gold nuggets?" Remus asked.
"You can't eat gold nuggets." Sirius replied.
"Yes, but if you have gold nuggets, you can buy all the chicken nuggets you want."
There was a pause.
"Yes… well, that is why gold nuggets are very close in second. After chicken nuggets. And kangaroo pockets. And hot pockets!"
Remus looked on befuddled as Sirius began to rant about laps, garage sales, and scones.
James began to look to see if the flask he kept in his sock was missing…
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews! Here is your second chapter. This entire chapter was written by Pix. I just typed it. The entire hopt pockets rant is based off of true life. In that case she was the Sirius and I was the Remus. Yes she even went into a rant about laps, garage sales, and scones. Hope you like! -Pads
Hey! My computer broke down so there will be no updates made by me. Sorry! -Pix