Mischief S.B.

02

–V–

The last bit of summer passed quickly after that night. I had spent my time mainly down in the town trying to squeeze in as much time with Cheryl as I could. When I wasn't there I was soaring through the field that was James' and I's backyard. Both of us taking turns passing around the quaffle we had in order to get some pre season training in. During those times Sirius chose to take 'naps' but I'm not quite sure how true that is.

We of course also got our school supplies as well, our parents taking us at separate times in order to avoid any unnecessary conflict between Sirius and I. The train ride to Hogwarts ended up going rather smoothly too. We spent about an hour catching up with each other before I had leant my head on Remus' shoulder and nodded off.

Walking into the Great Hall to get to our seats at the Gryffindor table I couldn't help but look up at the enchanted ceiling and the floating candles that were high above our heads. If I squint hard enough I could faintly see the wax threatening to drop down on us. Of course the charms placed on them made sure they never would.

Growing up and having been around magic my whole life, I'll never not appreciate the possibilities that magic is capable of. As I was looking up I saw a shooting star climb its way across the ceiling. A smile came over my face as I was in awe and I leaned over to James to whisper to him, "Magic will never cease to amaze me."

He smiled down at me, a flicking glint in his eye as he whispered back, amusement laced in his tone of voice,"So easily entertained you are, so easily entertained..." he said as he shook his head chuckling softly. I laughed back lightly, hitting his arm jokingly as we split to walk down separate sides of the Gryffindor table.

I sat down beside Remus and next to another Gryffindor I didn't bother to get to know seeing as they were a few years below us. Across from me sat James, then Peter, and lastly Sirius. All at the same time we leaned forward on our elbows and huddled together.

"So, what do we think?" James started. "I'm thinking more rhyming than last year but overall way worse than last year." I said critically. "I agree I feel like they just get worse as the years go on." Remus chimed in while chewing on his lip. If it hasn't become known, we're talking about the sorting hat and it's ridiculous songs it spouts out at the start of term feast every year.

"I dunno, I have high hopes! I think it might actually have a chance this year, you never know!" Peter chimed in optimistically. "That's nice Petey, I hope you're right." I agreed with him, throwing him a smile. "Of course you'd agree with him, you live in the land of sunshine and daisies." Sirius piped up, rolling his eyes at me.

"Oi! At least I don't live in the land of hair gel crusted up in my roots." I said to him defending myself. Placing a hand on his heart Sirius leant back an offended expression on his lips as he replied back, "I beg your finest pardon. My hair happens to be very well kept, I do not have hair gel crusted in my roots," He finished crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh yeah? What's all the white shit up there then?" I sniped back. "Mmm I dunno Montgomery, why don't you ask your mom? She might have an idea!" He fired back smartly. I gasped loudly, offended he would dare talk about my mother like that, but before I could speak Remus interjected quickly. "Sirius for merlin's sake, stop bringing up everyone's mom for five seconds PLEASE," he said, wanting to get back on topic.

Before either of us could get another word in to continue our petty squabble, Professor Mcgonagall took a stand at the front of the hall clearing her throat. Her pointy hat stands taller and sharper than ever. The first years must have walked in without any of us noticing. With just a wave of her hand she was able to silence the entirety of the Great Hall.