James

James Potter watched as quite possibly the prettiest girl he had ever seen walked up to the Gryffindor table. Sirius scooted over to make room for her, but she must have realized him from the train, and turned towards a group of girls. He sighed, then turned his attention back to the sorting, waiting for it to be his turn, and hoping more than ever that he would be in Gryffindor.

"Potter, James!" James nearly jumped out of his pants, but he didn't. He walked calmly up to the hat, hoping for Gryffindor all the way. He finally got to the hat, hands sweaty. He sat down, and then put the hat on his head. The hat's voice startled James, though he tried not to show it.

"Ah, you are the infamous James Potter! Let us see what house you will be in. You are brave, almost too brave. But you do have a nasty streak. Hmm. Hard to choose. But in the end, I say..."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

James almost cheered with the rest of the Gryffindors. He immediately sat down by Sirius and Remus. He said,

"So, interesting hat, Eh?" The boys burst out laughing. Then James noticed a small, ratlike figure leaning in, trying to get in on the conversation. He said,

"Hey, whats your name?" The small boy flinched and said,

"P-Peter P-Pettigrew." He was trembling, obviously afraid.

"So, do you want to hang out with us?" Peter nodded, still wary. "Perfect. We'll see you later." Then the headmaster, Dumbledore, said,

"Now settle down, settle down. I wish to tell you about a rare occurrence that will be happening this year. We have a few people who have worked hard to put this all together."

"We will be having the students from Beauxbatons come to Hogwarts this year to enhance magical cooperation." Dumbledore ignored the shocked gasps coming from the students.

"They will be here for the entire year, and we will treat them like guests. Now, before I am interrupted again, let me say three words most of you will appreciate. Let us eat!"

As soon as he said those words, food popped up on the magical plates. There was desserts of all kinds, and foods of all kinds. The boys started digging in, starving. James dug in more that most, looking like a pig to most girls, but not caring. James said,

"His ur gur ruf!" Sirius swallowed and said,

"What'd you say?" James swallowed and said again,

"This is good stuff!" Remus nodded, unable to say anything with his mouth so full. Finally the boys satisfied their appetites and then the food disappeared.

"Aww," Remus said, upset."I was just going to try the Treacle Tarts!" Sirius and James burst out laughing, attracting the attention of almost everyone. Everyone included Lily, which made him happy. Peter just looked a bit lost. Then Dumbledore stood and called for silence.

"I will be telling you more about the Beauxbatons visit..." James faded out, bored. Beauxbatons were cool, but he cared more about Hogwarts and pranks than some foreigners. He finally started listening towards the end.

"The dance will be in formal wear, and you will have to come. I think that's all. Now turn your attention towards your prefects and follow them to your dormitories. Have a good night!"James asked

"Wait, a dance?" he was quite confused.

"Yeah, a dance, you blockhead!" Sirius said loudly.

"Shh! Keep it down!" Remus commented wryly,

"Looks like someone was daydreaming." James said,

"No!" But at the looks from his friends he said, "Well, maybe." The boys continued to rib him mercilessly, but they finally released some information about the dance.

"Well, you can ask someone, or you can just go by yourself. But attendance is mandatory. And its formal wear, so you need to wear those dress robes you got."

"Ugh." James's head was spinning. But then he realized that this could be the perfect opportunity. He could ask Lily! She just had to stop hating him. But before he could think of anything, they were at the portrait. A prefect said,

"All right, listen up, The password is hippogriff. You got that?" There was a general murmur of assent. The Fat Lady's portrait swung open. James saw an entire lounge-like thing. It was sweet! He was just about to relax on a soft chair when Sirius said,

"Hey look, it's our dorm!" There was indeed a sign baring the words First Years. He smiled as he peeked in. This was even cooler than the common room. He immediately claimed a top bunk. He murmured,

"I could get used to this." Then he drifted off to sleep.