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Chapter Four
"Sirius! Come on mate, I've already told you, it's not going to be as awful as you think." James told Sirius exasperated. He looked at Remus Lupin, his other best friend for help. Remus seeing James' desperation decided it was time to jump in.
"Sirius… I already told James that I thought it was great. Why can't you just do the same?" Remus asked, though not to his face as Sirius had turned his back on them in a childish stance.
"Oh? And will you feel the same Remus when James misses helping you every month with…" Sirius glanced around the platform of the Hogwarts Express anxiously before dropping his voice considerably, "Your furry little problem?"
"Yes…" Remus began to say, but was rudely cut off by James.
"Who said I wasn't going to be there?!" James rounded on Sirius.
"How can you be mate? What with being Quidditch Captain, now Head Boy too, having our NEWT's this year, finishing rounds, handing out detentions, going to class and attempting to get in to your perfect little Evans' good graces… when exactly do you plan on hanging out with us James? Because I would like to make sure my schedule is clear for you." Sirius added rather sarcastically, before storming off towards the train.
James raised his eyebrows as he watched his friend walk away. "I reckon he may be jealous of Evans Remus." James said in disbelief as he turned to address his friend. "And I fully plan on being there for you every time your furry little problem acts up." James added with a grin.
"Well thank you James, but I assure you that I understand completely if you cannot make it." Remus Lupin had always felt a little guilty about his friends using so much of their time on him. "So how are you going to do it anyway?" Remus asked.
"Do what?" James looked puzzled.
"Get into 'perfect little Evans good graces'?" Remus laughed, as James gave him a coy little smile.
"Oh, I have plans. Don't you worry about that my good friend." James called over his shoulder as he headed for the front of the train, leaving Remus standing looking after him, with his eyebrows raised this time.