AN: A special shout out to "Queen Charlotte the Courageous" for reading my story and for reviewing every chapter. It means a lot to me that you're taking out the time to read this.
After the feast, James and Sirius went up to Gryffindor Tower with the rest of their house. The common room was covered with red and gold and it had a handsome marble fireplace where a fire was crackling happily.
The two raven-haired boys had stuffed their faces and James had discovered that Sirius' stomach was a bottomless pit. James followed Sirius up to their dormitory which had five four-poster beds. All the trunks had been brought up and had been placed at the foot of beds.
Sirius climbed onto his bed and began jumping on the soft mattress. Just then two boys entered. The taller of the two collapsed on his bed and began snoring, fully dressed. Only then did James notice the short, plump and watery eyed boy who had been hiding behind the now sleeping mound.
James recognised his dorm mates from the feast but he couldn't remember their names. He thought the boy with the brown hair was called Loopy but he wasn't sure.
"Hi, I'm Remus Lupin," said Loopy. "That's Frank," he pointed to the boy who was sleeping. "And this is Peter," he indicated to the small boy behind him who gave a small 'hi'.
"Potter. James Potter," James replied shaking Remus' outstretched hand.
"And I'm Prince Sirius. Bow before me," Sirius said, a little breathlessly since he was still jumping on his bed.
"You might want to stop that mate. You'll throw up." James warned him, his eyes itching with tiredness.
Sirius stopped at once, falling in heap onto his bed. "I'm going to bed. Don't want to miss out on my beauty sleep," he informed as he took out his night clothes from his trunk.
Remus pointed at Sirius and gave James a look that clearly said: is something wrong with him?
James just chuckled and began putting on his night clothes. He bid his friends goodnight, feeling content with the days proceedings. He got into bed, removed his glasses and succumbed into a deep sleep the moment his head touched his pillow.
AN: I need some help about what I should do next. Should I carry on with their first year, move into their fifth year or head directly to their seventh year. I'm not to keen on writing their first few years because that might get monotonous and boring. But I'll do whatever you guys want me to! :)