"Oh Remus, I always feel so safe when I'm around you," Whitney puppy-dog eyed Remus while tightly clutching onto his arm.

"Uhh, happy to get you back safe and sound!" Remus was a little confused with Whitney's actions.

"You know, you're so like hot, and like, so smart; we'd be perfect together," Whitney slid her hand down to Remus'.

"Umm, Whitney I'm not sure…uhh…oh look, we're here!" Remus ran to the door and held it open for Whitney.

Whitney slyly smiled and thought, I'll so get him one day. The two walked into the common room and came across Isabella sitting by herself on the couch, writing in a journal. She looked up, raised an eyebrow at their presence, and looked back down at her journal.

"Ugh, it's the bitch from planet loser," Whitney remarked, as she purposely clung onto Remus' arm again.

Isabella smirked, "As opposed to the planet dumbass?" Remus hid a small smile on his face.

"Ugh why don't you go be emo somewhere else, idiot," Whitney tried to have the upper hand.

"Whitney, stop it," Remus intervened. "Hey Isabella! How are you?"

"Better than I could EVER be," Isabella mocked an excited attitude.

"Ugh, she sounds even more stupider when she speaks," Whitney muttered under her breath.

Isabella snickered, "Got something to say dumbo?"

"Isabella, be nice," Remus tried to cool the situation.

"Uhh, no thanks. Lupin, I'll leave you to fuck your whore in here. I'm out," Isabella marched up to her room, her journal clutched tightly under her arm. Whitney squinted at Isabella while Remus breathed a heavy sigh. As soon as she got to her room, Isabella threw her journal and herself on her bed.

I hate that fake-ass bitch and her stupid, dorky boyfriend, Isabella angrily thought. Is my resting bitch face not bitchy enough to scare people off? Frustrated, Isabella flipped through her journal and noticed a loose paper missing. Shit, it's downstairs, she thought. She walked down the stairs and saw the most vexing sight: the Marauders in the common room. Peter was on his knees, staring at the fire, James was laughing at something, Whitney was basically sitting on Remus and Sirius had some girls' legs on him. Isabella gritted her teeth and started walking to the couch she was sitting on.

"Isabella, come join us!" She heard a very familiar, too-happy voice that she despised.

"Remus, why would we want a bloody idiot to join us?" Sirius nonchalantly asked.

"Shush, Sirius," Remus scolded. "Did you lose something?" He asked Isabella, who was searching within the couch for her paper.

"No shit, Sherlock," Isabella bitterly replied as she finally found her missing paper.

"Oi, watch it Clarke. You're this close to being hexed by us," James warned Isabella.

"Like I could give 2 fucks, Potter. Also, I'm 1% sure your hexes are actually dangerous. You guys can't do shit," she shot back.

"Hahahah I wouldn't be so sure of that, Clarke. Watch your back," Sirius gave a final warning.

"Vice versa," Isabella muttered before going back to her room.