Boys in Pieces

The Start of a Great Year

"Nearly!" James said as he pushed the center of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Has anyone told you that you're bloody mad Padfoot?" He stared to the left at his long-haired friend in awe, as their multiple-month-long debate over the best muggle band still surged on.

"How can Pink Floyd be the best muggle band when fucking Queen exists James? Explain that one to me." Sirius stood there, arms crossed, basking in the glory of his internal win as he stared his best friend down. "Or Led Zepplin, or The Beatles James! You better have a bloody good explanation in order for Moony to agree with you." He wrapped his arm around Remus' shoulder making them both profusely blush.

"Both of you wankers are obviously wrong. The best muggle band is Fleetwood Mac." Remus stood there not looking away from the scrambling first years, his arms crossed and sandy hair covering faded scars along his forehead. James and Sirius looked at each other before silently nodding in agreement, knowing not to argue with Remus.

"Okay fine, the second greatest muggle band is still Pink Floyd," James stated before winking at Sirius and walking towards the newly arrived train. "You coming boys?" He turned back to his two best friends as they scrambled to catch up to him.

The train filled quickly, first years piling into carts with unknown bodies, older years filing in with their own cliques. The three boys piled into a cart with Lily Evans, and Peter Pettigrew wandering in moments later.

"You boys owe me, I shooed away three first years to save you this cart." She looked at James with eyes filled with demand and promise, "Especially you James Potter, especially you." The fiery Gryffindor walked out of their cart, turning towards the left on her way out.

"You got something going on with Evans now James? It's been forever." Sirius snickered as he sat down, resting his legs atop Remus' lap.

"Eh, she'd never go for me, not after I've pined her for four years straight. Plus I uh- I have my eye on someone else." Sirius' eyes went wide, Remus's following suit immediately after.

"James setting his sights on someone other than Evans? Fuck James! Who is it?" Sirius flipped himself off of Remus, leaning forward, listening attentively to what James was about to say.

"Oh, nobody." He slid his hands through his hair, crossing his legs and staring aimlessly into the center hallway of the train.

"Oi Moony, I don't think it's nobody. He's swooning over there mate." Sirius smiled and laid his head in the crook of Remus's legs, sending a bright blush to the scarred boy's cheeks. "Why're you blushing Moony? Someone make you swoon too?" Remus's mouth opened, but nothing came out.

"It's just warm in here is all." Remus sent a half smile across his face, concealing the truth from his long-haired friend. That he, Sirius Black, made him swoon.

"Alrighty, Moony." Sirius booped the taller boy's nose, sending a blush across both faces. "I think I'm gonna fall asleep yeah? We still have a ways to go based on the fields in front of us." Sirius looked as if he was analyzing the fields outside to his left, trying to decipher which of the hundreds of grassy fields this one was.

"And you, the all-knowing Sirius Black know where we are?" Remus raised his eyebrow at the older boy in his lap, licking his lips before biting the bottom one. "Because bloody hell, it seems like we've passed the same field about 100 times." A small smirk taunted at Remus's lips, his eyes lighting up with happiness. 

"Well, not exactly where we are," his voice sounded unsure, trying to play off the fact that he wasn't the All-knowing Sirius Black. "But within a 300-mile radius." He scratched his leg before laying back down on Remus's lap, silently. Remus's eyes darted away from his book, staring at the one and only Sirius Black in his lap. Sirius looked uneasy, the frown lines on his face defined the more he stared at James in the seat across from them. His hair fell slightly on his face, masking his pierced ear and partially bloodshot eyes. Remus stayed silent, but instinctively he began to rub the boy's back, forcing him to fall asleep sooner or later.