Getting on the train might have been one of the hardest things he would ever do. This was it…while the others we're just starting their lives, his was practically over. Dumbledore might accept him, but the real world, the one outside of school, would never allow him to be. He looked for his friends...he really wanted a smoke.
He found James first, which was awfully convenient, since James had the drugs. They sat in a compartment, waiting for the others to come, smoking. They wanted to get it done before Sirius got there, he hated when they did this. But he had his own vices.
"Should you be getting high before your prefects meeting?" he asked, inhaling deeply. This shit was better then pot.
"Should you?" James smirked, running his hand through his hair. It was a funny little habit he had when he was high.
"I'm not the brand spanking new Head Boy trying to impress Lily…" he trailed off. Like Lily could tell, James was so good that Sirius didn't always know when James was high. He was great at pulling off the golden boy routine. Not that Remus was a slouch at it, but just like everything James tried, it came naturally to him.
"Dear God, you two at it already?" Sirius asked as he entered the compartment, trailed by Peter. He quickly took a sip from a flask.
"Look who's talking? What's in that…firewhiskey?"
"Naw…it's pumpkin juice," Sirius replied with a smile that gave him away.
"We were finishing anyway. We best be going James, don't want to be late for your first meeting."
"Right, best be off. You two behave yourselves while we're gone," James laughed as he followed Remus out into the hall.