Disclaimer: Fifth day of waiting and still no reply from Rowling to see if she'll hand over the rights, so, to soothe myself, I shall continue to write.
James looked at him inquisitively, "Our project? What do you mean?"
"I think we should take her under our wing, so to speak, and help her break out of her shell. There's probably a really outgoing, fun person in there, they just need help finding their way out," Sirius explained.
"And you think we can light the way?" Remus questioned.
Sirius nodded, "Indeed, I do."
"Well, I like the idea of having a 'project' like that. This should be fun," James replied.
"It's not a 'project'. It should be a mission," Peter suggested.
"Maybe we should let Dumbledore in on this. He might be able to help," Remus recommended.
The four Marauders looked at each other for a moment, then they nodded and all four of them got up from the table to go find their beloved professor.
Meanwhile, Rebecca emerged from the girl's bathroom and headed to her History of Magic class. She walked inside and sat down at a desk near the front, but in the corner. She was one of the first students there, so she took out her novel and began to read. A few minutes later, class began, however, the Marauders were no where to be seen. Rebecca sighed with relief, though she was slightly worried that something had happened to them or something. She shook her head and talked herself out of it, telling herself that they were skipping already.
Half way through the class, however, Rebecca's joyous thoughts of a peaceful class with no interruptions were trampled. All four Marauders walked into the class. Sirius, James, and Peter all came over to her, while Remus started to talk to the professor.
"Get up, get your stuff," Sirius ordered.
"What? Why?" Rebecca asked.
"You have a meeting with Dumbledore," Peter replied.
"No I don't. I don't remember setting up a meeting with him," Rebecca objected.
James grabbed her books, "You didn't. We did it for you."
"Miss Sanders, you are excused. Please read the chapter on the Goblin rebellions. There is an essay on two rolls of parchment comparing their impact on today's economy and the original goal of the rebellions took place. It will be due next Tuesday," the professor explained.
"Y-Yes, Professor. Thank you," Rebecca replied as she was dragged out of the classroom.
Once the group was in the hallway, out of hearing range, Rebecca stopped suddenly, "What was that?"
"What was what?" Sirius asked.
"What was that? That little stunt you guys just pulled to get me out of class! I never leave class! Never! Not even if it's an emergency!" Rebecca exploded.
"We have a meeting with Dumbledore," James said, then continued to walk as if that was a sufficient enough answer.
"Why do we have a meeting with Dumbledore?" she demanded.
Sirius stepped in front of her and lightly grabbed her shoulders, "Everything will be explained in detail when we get there, okay? Trust us."
Rebecca looked up into his dark eyes for a minute, then she sighed, "Fine, but there better be an extremely good reason why we had to have this meeting now, during the middle of an important lecture on the Goblin rebellions."
James rolled his eyes, "Oh my god, she's worse than we thought. This is going to be harder than expected."
"What's going to be harder than expected?" Rebecca asked, confused.
"You'll find out when we get there, I promise," Remus looked at her reassuringly.
Rebecca sighed again and followed them quietly to Dumbledore's classroom and into his office.
"Professor?" James asked.
"Come in," Dumbledore spoke from behind his desk.
The four Marauders and Rebecca all stepped inside to find Dumbledore quietly sipping on a cup of tea.
"Please, have a seat," the professor gestured to the five chairs in front of his desk. The students sat. "Now, you've told me of your idea and I think it is a good one, but have you told her yet?"
"Told me what?" Rebecca asked, even more confused.
"Obviously not, Professor. We wanted to wait until we were here, so she could hear your opinion as well," James explained. Dumbledore nodded.
"Told me what?" Rebecca rearticulated her question.
Sirius turned to her, "We have decided, Becky, th-"
"Don't call me, Becky, please," Rebecca interrupted.
"Okay, I won't call you Becky, for now," Sirius smirked. "However, back to what I was saying, we have decided, Rebecca, that we are going to take you under our wing."
Rebecca looked at him puzzled, "Take me under your wing?"
"What he means is we're going to try and bring you out of your shell, so to speak. You seem very quiet and you seem to keep to yourself a lot. So, we want to help you become more outgoing," Remus explained.
"Why?" Rebecca asked. "Is there something wrong with being quiet and keeping to yourself?"
"Well, not really, if you don't want to be an Auror," James answered. Rebecca looked at him perplexed. He continued, "An Auror has to be outgoing and know exactly what they want. They have to work together and they have to be aggressive in order to do their job."
"We think you can do it," Peter added.
"We just think you need a little bit of help to get there," Sirius spoke.
Rebecca looked at Professor Dumbledore and then back at the Marauders, "And you think you are the ones to 'help' me?"
"Yes. Yes we do," Remus answered.
"Professor?" Rebecca turned to the man behind the desk quietly sipping his tea.
Dumbledore nodded, "I think this would be very good for you, Miss Sanders. I also believe that there is not any other group of students in this school who could do a better job."
Rebecca looked from the Professor to the Marauders back to the Professor, then down at her hands. She could say no, but then again what if she said yes?
"Would this really be good for me? Professor Dumbledore seems to think so. I guess it couldn't hurt could it? Of course, if I say yes, there's no backing out. Besides, if I want to be an Auror, I wouldn't be able to back out anyway. You can't just show up to get the bad guy and then realize that you don't really want to do this and say, 'Sorry, I don't think I want to do this anymore'. That's not how it works. Well, here it goes," she thought.
Rebecca looked up at the Professor, "I'll do it."
A/N: Right, chapter five, is it still any good? Still worth reading? Review and let me know, then maybe I can do something about it. Thanks!
Also, in an answer to the reviews about her name, you'll come to find out that she hates it also. I had an aunt who's name is Rebecca and we called her Becky to get on her nerves. I kind of modeled this character after her. Thanks for the reviews by the way! I appreciate it.