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ii. the scarlet wax stamp
James Potter was shooketh, to say the least.
Hardly anything ever surprised him, even the bad things. It didn't surprise him when he found out Remus was a werewolf. It didn't surprise him when Sirius rocked up on his doorstep bloody and bruised in the summer of 75.
It didn't surprise him when he got an O in DADA for his OWLs, and it most definitely did not surprise him when Lily Evans refused to go out with him last time he asked (September 1st of 1974. 'For reference purposes' - the voice in James' head (every day since it happened)).
But this? This was a joke! It was tomfoolery at it's finest. He sent a sideward glance to Sirius, making sure for the hundredth time in the five minutes they had been standing there in silence that it wasn't one of Sirius' attempts to get back at him for the 'pie incident'.
The letter, with its monotonous scarlet wax stamp, had nothing to do with Sirius. The handwriting was far too elegant, as Remus had oh so kindly pointed out, to pass for the raven-haired boy's lazy scrawl. Emphasis on "scrawl".
The Hogwarts Express rumbled along the tracks towards Hogwarts. He was sat with his three best friends in their usual compartment, marked as Marauders territory (Thank you Sirius for your rebellious sacrifice. Thank you Remus for your muggle sharpie).
Excitement buzzed in the air like static little bees, electric with enthusiasm. With each click-clack of the train wheels, anticipation built for their seventh and final year at the magical institution they had called a second home since they were ickle first years back in 1971.
As the Hogwarts Express rumbled along the tracks towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, James Potter sat with his three best friends in their familiar compartment, excitement buzzing in the air like static electricity. With each click-clack of the train wheels, anticipation built for their seventh and final year at the magical institution.
They gossiped, as per usual, until finally the attention was drawn to the parchment still clasped in James' hand.
Remus Lupin, their beloved Moony, tall and wiry with sandy hair and a perpetual tiredness to his amber eyes that seemed to worsen with every minute of the day, raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Well, I suppose there's a first time for everything," he quipped, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Sirius Black, with his striking good looks and jet-black hair, let out a bark of laughter, holding onto Remus' shoulder to stop himself from rolling off the seat again.
