CHAPTER 3: The Night Out

"God, where is Remus? He's still not helping that idiot is he- OVER HERE REMUS!" Sirius called out to Remus, who had just entered the pub.

"Why did you guys have to be so mean to Isabella? Your actions were unnecessary and inappropriate, and I demand you apologize to her," Remus agitatedly told off James and Sirius.

"Uhh, okay DAD," James laughed at Remus' anger. Remus shook his head and began sipping his butterbeer. "Guys, future wife alert," James motioned to Lily and her group of friends entering the pub.

"No excitement there, I've done all of them…except for Lily of course," Sirius sneered. Lily's friend group was the classic 'popular-girl' group, consisting of: Whitney (stuck up, vain, brunette, obsessed with Remus), Ashley (strawberry-blonde hair, revealing, vain, suck-up to Sirius), Melanie (black hair, competitive, vain, also a suck-up to Sirius) and Vanessa (green hair, conceited, ditzy and of course, a suck up to Sirius).

"Hiiiii Remus," Whitney coyly ambled up to Remus. Remus of course, had no idea of Whitney's intentions.

"Oh, hey Whitney! How are you?" Remus' friendly disposition invited Whitney to sit with the boys. James and Sirius rolled their eyes.

"Hello Whit-en-ey! You look very…uh… repugnant today," Peter confidently said.

"Peter! That's not very nice at all!" Remus chastised.

"What! I thought-" Peter started blubbering. Sirius snickered into his butterbeer while Whitney glared at Peter.

"Anyway, can you walk me back to the common room? I'm feeling a little lonely," Whitney slid her hand onto Remus'. Remus uncomfortably removed his hand from the table.

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure that's the best idea. I'll definitely catch up with you in the common room, though!" Remus tried to get Whitney to leave. Whitney winked at Remus and joined her group. Sirius smirked at the attention Melanie, Ashley and Vanessa were giving him. James had snuck up behind Lily to try and scare her and make her fall in love with him. He scared her; she slapped him.

God, if I'm going to watch this, I'll need Fire-whisky, Sirius thought. He walked up to the bar and ordered shots of alcohol. Peter sat across Remus, staring intensely at his shirt.
"Remus, I like your shirt," Peter stated.

"Thank you," Remus had no idea what Peter was saying.

"Can I have it?"

"Uhh, sure- when we get back to the room,"

"No…now," Peter had a big smile on his face.

"Hey Remmy, I think you're being hit on by fatass!" Sirius announced from across the room. The whole pub roared with laughter.

"Oh-kay and that's my cue to go back, who's coming with?" Remus asked the rest of the group.

"Oh Remus, I will!" Whitney hopped up next to Remus. He looked around to see if anyone else wanted to join, then walked out of the pub with Whitney clutching his arm.