He expected it to feel different. Walking through the gate. Like hey you're in sixth form now time to go do adult things and have actual responsibilities. But no. It felt the same as it had the last however many times. No spiritual awakening. No sudden understanding about taxes and how to use the washing machine. And that was probably because it was the same fucking gate he's been walking through for the past five years but still. He at least expected some fireworks.
Despite the lack of fireworks though Remus was glad they'd all decided to stay at the same school. I mean it was never a question really. Why go somewhere else and have the added pressure of meeting new people and a new place as well as the pressure of A levels. No thank you.
Well, they were kind of getting a new place. He'd never actually been inside the sixth form building that was attached to the school he'd spent a long five years, but something told Remus it would have the same prison like corridors and grotty bathrooms that would make him feel right at home.
"Oi oi!"
He'd only got about ten steps through the gate before he was met with the voice of the one and only James Potter.
Remus looked to the side to see James, his glasses slightly crooked and his hair as messy as ever, with his other two best friends, Sirius and Peter, leaning against a wall waving him over. Well Peter was waving. James and Sirius were doing an array of crude hand gestures.
Oh, how he'd missed his friends. I mean he'd seen them all last week but that wasn't the point.
"Isn't it just great to be back lads!" James declared with way too much enthusiasm for 8 am in the morning, "This year's gonna be great I can smell it in the air!" he continued throwing an arm around Remus' shoulders once he'd made his way over.
"I think that's just the rotten panini over there mate," Sirius added cheerily, "but I'm sure I read somewhere that paninis are good omens."
"Really? I thought that was crows?"
"Them too Pete, them too."
Remus couldn't help but snort at that earning him a wink from Sirius.
And Remus' stomach definitely didn't flip. Absolutely not.
Sirius looked as good as ever. His shoulder length black was tied back and shit was he wearing eyeliner? It was like he was trying to kill him. He also had on a leather jacket paired with doc martins which were definitely not part of the dress code but Remus wasn't about to complain.
Peter however, looked like he'd revised the dress code day and night, he was wearing a shirt and tie that was done up so tight Remus wasn't sure he was actually breathing.
"We excited to get our timetables?" Again, where James got this enthusiasm from he had no idea. And shit. Timetables.
"Don't fucking remind me." Remus groaned leaning his head on the wall.
When choosing the subjects he would take at A Level, Literature was kind of a no brainer. He'd read more books than he'd had hot dinners and he was genuinely passionate about it. The only downside though were the teachers. Now there were a few options of who he could get and for the whole summer Remus had been praying to whatever forces of the universe there were that he didn't get Umbridge. Or as she was better known, the spawn of the devil. She was pure evil. That was the only world that even came close to doing her justice. Remus is pretty sure they all have some form of PTSD from having her at GCSE. Peter even gets hot sweats at the mere mention of Romeo and Juliet.
"I'm sure you won't get her Moony." Sirius said trying to be reassuring but judging by the grimaces on all three of their faces they knew the odds were most definitely not in Remus' favour.
