Beneath the Willow

Pepper Imps

Unlike most Hogwarts students, I'm from America. My story begins on the Hogwarts express, beginning my first year at Hogwarts. My name is Willa SageWick and I was the first female Marauder.

I walked down the Aisles of the train, every compartment was full, except the last one, in it were four awkward looking boys who didn't seem to be acquainted with each other. There was enough room for me so I slid open the door. They all jumped and looked at me.

"Mind if I join you? Every where else is full." I said shifting my gaze to the floor.

" N-not all." One of them said. He had scars like mine over his arms and face, and a single bandaid on his right cheek. It wasn't even the scars that drew my attention, it was his eyes. Weird, I know, but they we this amber honey color. His hair was light brown. He was thin and somewhat scrawny, and an awkward sort of tall. He was wearing a wool sweater and jeans.

"It's good with me. " this boy was a slightly shorter than the others, not as short as me mind you, and cheerful he still had most of his baby fat. He smiled Happily. Mousy brown hair and blue eyes with a frosty quality to them.

"Don't care." The other two said in unison, one had Messy jet black hair and kept running his hands through it messing it up more. Hazel eyes behind his glasses, He was laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. The other Also had black hair, but was close cropped and combed back neatly, he had grey eyes and a scowl that made him look infinitely unfriendly.

"Thanks." I sat down in between the kid with the scars and the Cheerful kid. The compartment was much warmer than it was in the Aisles. I put my backpack on my lap and leaned back, only to hear a small hoot of protest. The boys and I jumped. " Oh, shoot, completely forgot about you."

I reached back and gently lifted the small burrow owl from my large sweatshirt hood. I placed it on my backpack and it looked around then hopped onto the kid with the scars and nestled on his head. I laughed and he tried to do so without moving.

"Name?"He said.

"Me or- or, the owl?"

"Bo-both."

"I'm Willa, that's Owliver"

"Oliver?"

"No, Owliver."

That got a round of small laughes from the others. "I-I'm Remus." Scar kid said.

"Peter." Cheerful proclaimed.

"James." Glasses Kid said with a mock salute.

"Sirius." Fancy said, Glaring at seemingly nothing.

"No I meant your name." I said.

More small laughter.

"It's my name." He cracked a small smile and quickly regained a stony expression.

"Very fitting."

The compartment door slid open," Any thing from the trolly?"

The boys began taking out coins and giving them to an old woman at the sweet cart. She looked to me, " Anything for you dear?"

"Oh no, I don't- I don't, have any money, thank you, thank you though." The boys shared collective smiles then sat down and each handed me two of their sweets. " You, you don't have to I'm fine. "

"Shut it and take the sweets." James said.

"thanks." I looked at the Sweet cart again, a girl with red hair, and a boy with greasy black hair approached the cart. I closed the door.

"I'm cold." I stated.

"How, that sweatshirt is like fifty times bigger than you." Sirius teased.