A resonant commotion of voices floated through the halls of the great, grand school, leaking out onto the lush grounds. The sun glared brightly, illuminating the green grass and leaves of tress scattered about. The rippling lake reflected the sunlight lustrously, blinding those who cause flash of the mirrored rays.
As cliques of groups began to pile out under the clear sky, the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry became alive with babble. A particular group, sitting just out of the shade of a large oak tree by the lakeside, consisted of six people- all of whom were talking ecstatically but one.
A resound laughter fluttered from the mouths of the group except for a small, mousy boy with brown hair and beady eyes. Lost, oblivious to those surrounding him the boy seemed absorbed in his own thoughts, staring off across the grounds to another groups of students with a dreamy expression.
"Yo, Wormtail!" a boy within the group called to the daydreamer. Snapping from his thoughts, he looked to the boy with long, black hair and scheming eyes.
"Huh?" he questioned, looking then at each of the group members in turn. Sitting beside the black-haired boy was another shorter black haired boy, with beautiful crystal eyes. At his side was a red-haired woman, with the clearest and brightest green eyes you'd ever know, and a kind, gentle face. Next he was looking into the bright brown eyes of a black haired woman, who was looking at him inquisitively. Beside her was the final person he looked at, a brown haired, smiling eyed boy who had his arm around the black-haired woman.
He winced, however, at the expressions of the boy's faces, it pained him to see such expressions. Alas, he should've been used to them for they were the expressions always showing on their faces when they spoke of him or looked at him. Expressions of dominance, disgust, annoyance; as if looking down at him as dirt. He was a worm in a garden, helpful but a pain if you're trying to work with the dirt because he always seemed to be in the way. The boy tried to ignore this and the disgusted tone of his friend's voice as he listened.
"You've been spaced out this entire time, you didn't even join in the toast for our graduation. Get with the program Wormtail!" the long-black-haired boy snapped. The brown haired boy cut in.
"Awe, he was just dazed, Sirius. Leave him be, he's probably just overwhelmed with the end of school,"
"Yea, overwhelmed he passed…" the boy, called Sirius, commented. The brown haired boy, known as Remus Lupin, scowled. Remus was soft-spoken, descent, and sometimes even kind to the 'worm' of the group, as well as liked by him. The shorter black haired boy then spoke.
"What will you become, Peter?" he asked. Peter Pettigrew, or "Wormtail", was the name of the boy the question was directed to. The worm- he found it odd that his nickname had no association with the way he thought himself among his 'friends'. Though his real name seemed to be spat, sharp and bitter, on the tongue's of his friends. Even with dear Remus.
"Become?" Peter echoed in a voice slightly higher than all the other boys, "I…do not know yet,"
With a small ensuing silence, the group continued on speaking with one another, leaving the Peter alone.
"We all know what you're going to be, James Potter!" Sirius exclaimed, speaking to the black-haired boy who's cut was shorter than his.
"Indeed!" said the red-haired woman at his side, "Quidditch player of course!"
"Hm…speaking of future plans, there's something I wanted to take care of before I actually try for that profession…" James stated, turning to her.
Peter managed to focus his attention of James, for some odd reason intrigued.
James turned to the woman and kissed her cheek.
"I love you, and I know you love me. Before we make any plans for A.T.C.'s, there is one thing I must ask you,"
She looked at him with a bewildered expression. Quickly, James' hand reached into his pocket and back out.
"Lily Evans. Will you marry me?"