The Message Of Fate

Chapter 12

Both James and Peter were the first to rise from the land of sleep; they would have left their two friends to sleep some more but they needed to get ready for class, as well as get some breakfast. James ran over and jumped onto Sirius; it certainly did the job "uhh!! Get off!!" was all he yelled. His annoying friend did as asked as he spoke "get up and ready then, and wake Remus whilst  at it". And with that, Sirius shot up at remembering the previous days events; he looked over at the extra bed and smiled as he stood up. Now sat in the side of the bed, the teen gently shook his friends shoulder "time to wake up" two beautiful blue eyes slowly fluttered open "morning Moony". Yawning, Remus sat up to stretch "morning Padfoot" he spotted the other two teens who were stood looking at him "I'm guessing these are James and Peter??" he asked, earning three nods as he stood up "yup, I'm Prongs and that's Wormtail" they each shook hands, happy to meet the other. 

Taking turn to use the bathroom, all four teens showered and changed into their school uniforms. As Remus attempted to tie his tie, he asked what the school was like exactly; it made the three think "it's good, decent classmates, alright teachers" Peter explained, soon followed by James who chipped in "there are some absolute dickheads and fuck tarts of course, they're mostly based within Slytherin" the newbie remembered Sirius talking about the house; his family had disowned him for being sorted into Gryffindor instead "although there are a few....others in the other houses, but mostly in Slytherin". The black shoulder length boy chuckled as his friends tried to explain "basically just make some good friends and you'll be fine" Prongs finished; that earned a sigh as Remus rubbed the back of his neck - he had given up on his tie "making friends isn't something I'm good at so I'm fucked there". 

Upon hearing the statement, Sirius raised a brow as he approached the beaten teen before draping an arm around his shoulders "what are you talking about?? You've got Prongs, Wormtail and I as your friends" he reminded, as well as confirmed and reassured; Remus really was insecure "you're a Marauder now" Sirius smirked "and no one messes with a Marauder". To prove this, both James and Peter nodded in agreement with kind smiles; it certainly earned one from their new found friend. Remus remembered his close friend tell him about what his and his small group of friend called themselves during their long wait at the police station - the Marauders. Before walking back to his desk to collect his bag, Sirius held his smirk as he tied the slightly shorter teens tie for him; normal length of a tie but a little loose around his neck - stylish some might say. 

The four boys grabbed their bags before hurrying to the Great Hall; all of the students and teachers were eating and talking. The group of friends picked some breakfast before sitting down at the long table, dedicated to the Gryffindors. Both Sirius and James had a sausage cob each and Peter had a full English breakfast whilst Remus had a simple apple and a glass of orange juice. "You not hungry Moony??" Sirius asked once he noticed how little the beaten teen had; Remus shook his head "not really, I normally skip breakfast anyway". The three original Marauder's shared a look of slight worry but decided to leave the subject....for now. All too soon, class had began; the four had English first, followed by PE before a twenty minute break. 

English wasn't bad - quite the opposite actually as Professor McGonagall turned out to be their teacher; she explained how they had to write a poem about their own person lives using the poetic techniques that they had been learning for the past five weeks. Three worried glances were sent to Remus after hearing their task, but the newbie just shrugged and returned their gazes with a small smile. At the end of the lesson, their professor pulled Remus aside to ask his how his first night was and if he was okay; the boy reassured her that he was just fine and that he had never slept so well in all of his life. It was certainly a pleasant reply; the elder woman reminded him that if he needed anything or wanted to talk, he could always come to her or any of the professors that he hopefully soon trusts.