6th July 1977
Peter finally rolled up this morning.
He came just as I was ransacking the kitchen for breakfast. I found a large pack of sausages and considered making sausage butties for everybody, but after being so uncerimoniously dumped from their bedrooms I decided they didn't bloody well deserve one. Except maybe Andy, she hadn't done anything wrong. I was just dropping the sausages in to the frying pan when there was a knock at the door. I knew instantly that it'd be Peter, which I was glad about because I had just realised I didn't have the slightest clue on how to work a Muggle cooker.
I opened up the door and there he was, possibly an inch taller than the last time I had seen him but still a little dimp all the same. I threw my arms around him.
"Wormy, thank God! I can't cope with these lot. At it like rabbits, all of them, whilst I've been cast aside like some moudly cabbage. I think they all need to remember that a dog isn't just for Christmas," I cried dramatically. Peter blinked at me.
"Er, at it like rabbits? Who?" He asked.
"Prongs and Lily, obviously. And now Moony has only gone and had his way with Lily's cousin!" I explained.
"Bloody hell," Peter muttered. He's the only Marauder who's still a virgin, poor sod. We've all tried on numerous occasions to find some hapless girl willing to pop his cherry, but to no avail.
I helped him shift his large, threadbare suitcase in to the hall before ordering him in to the kitchen to help me with the sausages. We heard footsteps down the hall shortly after.
"Mm, who's cooking?" Andromeda's voice called.
She came in to the kitchen dressed in nothing more than a black T-shirt that seemed far too big for her, it dangled down to just above her knees. The sleeves billowed around the elbows, giving us all false hope that maybe she was about to take flight. She looked far too Snivellusy for my liking. Peter blushed hot pink. He's always had a thing for Andy.
"Oh hello, Peter. When did you get here?" Andromeda asked him kindly. Gone are the days when she used to cruelly flirt with him, the last time she did it in resulted in Peter launching himself at her and planting a large, sloppy kiss on her lips. Andromeda went beserk and it took Peter two whole days in the Hospital Wing to recover. It's safe to say neither of them will be going down that road again.
After a few minutes of chit chat it was time to eat. Andromeda threw open the French patio doors and suggested, since it was "such a lovely morning", that we eat outside. There was a table surrounded by a few chairs waiting for us, but they looked so dusty and cobweb covered that we decided to dine on the grass instead.
James and Remus came sauntering out. "What are you doing over there?" James yelled from the patio doors.
Andromeda gave him a jolly wave. "Come and join us!" She called. So they did.
"So what happened between you and Ava?" I demanded to know the moment Remus plonked himself down.
He smiled in that shy, secret way of his. "A gentlemen doesn't tell," He said.
"Shame you aren't much of a gent then," Andromeda teased, shoving him lightly.
"Is this just a bout of summer love, or are you going to keep in touch?" I fired next.
"Jesus Pads, I don't know. Maybe," Remus shrugged.
"Fuck 'em and leave 'em?" James said, "Yeah, a real gent, Moons."
Remus then leaned in towards us confidentially. "I'm a bit worried. It's full moon in two nights time, where am I supposed to go?" He whispered.
"Lily said there are some huge fields just over there," James said, waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the back hedges, "Apparently they're always deserted, so you should be fine. And you'll have us."
Remus nodded slowly. "And where is she going to tell Ava we've gone?" He asked.
"I'll tell her I kicked you all out," Andromeda suggested, "I'll say you've gone to the pub to give us girls a night in alone."
"Genius," I nodded.
"So it's sorted then," James said, patting Remus on the shoulder.
"Nothing to worry about," Peter chimed in.
Remus nodded, though he still looked anxious.