This life has been a test. If this had been an actual life, you would have received instructions on where to go and what to do.
Angela Chase
Great Hall – Breakfast
The large hall is full of students, some stuffing their faces, some going through their mail, some reading the Prophet, all of them chatting with each other. Peter Pettigrew shoots covert glances over at the Hufflepuff table, making sure his friends won't notice. He'll never hear the end of it if they do. With a feeling of disappointment, he realizes that she's not there. Herbology isn't until this afternoon; he'd been hoping to see her before then. He sighs and rests his chin on one hand, reaching for a chocolate donut.
"Oh come on Wormtail, leave that for someone who needs it."
He jerks his hand back, looking at Sirius, who immediately grabs the pastry. Just then Lily Evans joins them, dropping into a seat next to James, who gives her a peck on the cheek. She interlocks her fingers with his, then smiles at Remus, who is sitting across from her. He gives her a small smile and nod, and then returns his attention to his book. Nobody sees the smile fade from her face as she glances up at the enchanted ceiling, which is a pale blue today. Why is she so disappointed? She ought to know better.
"D'you still want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?" James asks her, gently rubbing her thigh with one hand.
"Um, sure," she replies, her eyes never leaving the pale boy and his book. "Remus, is that the chapter on inferi? I haven't finished it yet."
Regulus watches the Gryffindor table, his eyes on a group of sixth years towards the end by the door. He tells his friends that he's just trying to make sure his brother doesn't sneak up on him when he's not expecting it. If they knew who he was really looking at… A group of fourth years passes by him; a tall blonde runs a hand through his hair.
"I had fun last night, we should do that again sometime."
He winks at her, and then returns his attention to a different girl. Damn her for being so pretty, figures that all he can do is look at her. He'll never talk to her.
Breakfast is almost over. Indeed, people are getting up to head to their first classes when a flustered looking girl stumbles in. Her face flushed and her breathing heavy, she makes her way to the Gryffindor table, where a short, slightly chubby boy is sitting, looking incredibly glum.
"Peter, hi!" she says, dropping into an empty seat next to him and brushing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. "I just wanted to see if you'll be in Herbology today, I know we're learning to harvest the tentacula venom today."
He looks at her and tries not to blush. "Hi Rita," he says with a smile, "of course I'll be there, can't let you handle the tentacula alone."
She flashes a smile at him, grabs an apple from the table and hurries towards her first class. Peter watches her for a bit, then James' voice jerks him back to reality.
"So she's going to be handling your tentacula, eh?"
"Shut up," he mutters, grabbing his bag and leaving for Charms.