The New Marauders and the Password Panic

First Day

Mollisith woke up early that day to a faint tickling on his nose. He shifted awake and opened his eyes to a pair of bright green orbs. Mollisith chuckled to himself (quietly, as to not disturb his neighbors) and lifted up a hand to pet the head of his cat.
"Good morning to you too, Amica." He cooed as he let his fingers lightly scratch the top of the cat's skull.
Amica purred. She was a beautiful animal. Her fur was mostly black except for her nose, paws, belly, and the very tip of her tail that were white. Her eyes were bright, piercing, vibrant and green.
"Good girl..." he whispered as she turned around on his belly.
She made a distinct "mow" noise before hopping off and disappearing around a corner.
Now free from his cat sitting on him, Mollisith grunted as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He took a quick look around at all the snoring first years around him and deduced that Slytherins were not morning people... well... not the lot of them.
When Mollisith stumbled into the Slytherin common room, yawning softly to himself as he did so, he was met face to face with another Slytherin first year. The two of them jolted like frightened animals at the sight of each other. She was a girl. Short legs, short hair, and (apparently) a very short temper, as all Mollisith needed to do to provoke her was say:
"Uh-"
The girl scooped up her big fluffy cat and turned away from him with a glare.
"... Hi." He finished after the door was slammed.
"Mow..?" Amica squeaked at his feet.
Mollisith met her green eyes with his own and just shrugged. Choosing a small armchair, he sat down and opened up a book. Amica curled up on his thigh and continued to snooze. Mollisith giggled and scratched her head absentmindedly as he slowly lost himself in his word-filled dream land...
"HIYA MOLLI!"
Mollisith let out a high pitched squeak as two hands were slammed down on his shoulders. Amica was startled too, it seemed, as she shot up and ran away as soon as the voice was heard. He slowly looked up, trembling slightly, to see the cackling face of his older brother.
"Maverick!" He pouted, still visibly shaken.
The 3rd year laughed loudly as he walked around to sit on the arm of Mollisith's chair.
"You sound like a mouse! What even was that!?" Maverick teased.
Mollisith's round cheeks flushed deeply as he set his book aside.
"It's not funny, Maverick! Honestly, you frightened me half to death!"
"Aw, you'll live." The elder brother insisted, ruffling Mollisith's hair.
The younger huffed but did not push his hand away.
"Anyways. My friends and I were thinking about scoping out the place." Maverick explained. "See what kinda trouble we can get into before the school year even starts."
He waggled his eyebrows with a smirk but Mollisith gulped.
"N-no thanks. Trouble doesn't, uh... sit well with me."
Maverick scoffed and mumbled something along the lines of: "You're no fun...".
Then, out of nowhere, the so-called "friends" Maverick had spoken of came barging into the common room. Mollisith squeaked again and curled up in his chair as Rigel and Furgus loudly greeted his brother. Mollisith didn't like his older brother's friends. They were... how do I put this lightly?... Bullies. They were nice to Maverick but he was just about the only person they were nice to.
"So! S'the squirt comin' with us?" Furgus asked, his small, beady, eyes bearing into Mollisith like two thin lasers.
He shrunk under his gaze and his throat became dry. He became unable to speak but Maverick answered for him.
"Nah, Molli's got other stuff to do."
"Drat. Well, we'll see him at breakfast then, won't we?" Rigel grinned with his irritatingly perfect teeth.
Mollisith fought back the urge to gulp and instead put on a smile that was only convincing to Maverick. His older brother's friends cackled loudly before slinking out of the room.
"See you then, I guess." Mavrick said. "But, uh... try not to pig out this time, mate."
Mollisith's eyes shot from the door to his older brother as he accidently let out a confused squeak.
"Huh?"
"I'm serious, Molli." Mavrick said, tugging him to his feet and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Hate ta say it but someone's gettin' a little thick around the middle again."
He then promptly poked him in the gut. Mavrick laughed at his brother's wide eyes and flushed cheeks but left before he could say anything else. Molli sighed. So he was back to that again, was he?
Mavrick had this thing he did where he would choose a part of Mollisith to criticize (usually a physical trait but sometimes he teased his voice or mannerisms as well) and then rotated through them every week or so. Sometimes it was his freckles (he had significantly more of them than Maverick did). Occasionally he poked fun at the buck teeth that peeked out of his top lip (a trait that Maverick lacked entirely). But, usually it was his weight. Maverick was tall, lean and muscular, a fact that made quite a bit of sense as he was a chaser for the Slytherin quidditch team. Molli on the other hand was short and a bit chubby. He wasn't necessarily a fat kid but he sure wasn't a skinny one either. And Maverick's comments about it tended to make Mollisith even more quiet and withdrawn.
"Mrrow?"
Molli gave a fond hum as he leaned down to pat Amica on her furry head.
"Sorry, girl. You can't come with." He told her. "Pets have to stay in the common room."
Amica rubbed her head against his hand and responded with a faint, barely audible. "mow" before turning tail (haha) and slinking back into the dorms.