Author's Note: Here I am with my sixth instalment of WBSB. I would like to say that things are moving along nicely, but that would only be a half truth.
Doing homework was much harder than I thought it would be. I actually had to read the textbook, and then write my answer. It sounds really simple when I put it like that, but sometimes I would have to read pages of information for just one sentence of information. How did Remus make it look so easy?
I was so focused on finding the correct calculation to predict death that I didn't even notice Wormtail sitting beside me until he spoke, "Hi, Sirius, I lost a game of troll, wizard, elf, so I had to come and talk to you."
He didn't need to make it seem like it was such a chore. The one thing I hated more than homework was chores, and I did not appreciate being regarded as a thing I hate. To show my distain, I dragged my textbook under my nose like I had seen Remus do many times before and ignored him.
"I know that you are mad at us, but tell me what's wrong so we can fix it. But I guess if you don't want to talk you don't have to."
There was the friendly hand that I had been waiting for, reaching out to me lending me support in my time of need. "Oh Peter! It's awful. I feel so betrayed by you blokes, so isolated," I poured out all of my accumulated feelings over the last 24 hours (minus James) to my saviour. He sat so quietly, absorbing everything I had to say. "I don't know what to do, Peter. I need you to help me." I finished with that plea.
He looked at me, sorting through what I knew were wise words before saying, "I'll let Remus and James know you feel that way and I'm sure we can all be friends again."
Peter was officially my new best friend, and James and Remus we're both tied for last place. I could see that Peter truly cared about me since he was the only one brave enough to talk to me. "Bless you, Peter, you are a true Gryffindor. "