Falling, Fallen || Remus Lupin

Chapter Two

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It was morning time and the loud chattering in the Great Hall was enough to wake anyone up from their peaceful slumber. Rosemary was surprisingly well-rested as she started eating her favorite meal of the day, poached eggs with a side of berries and bacon. Everyone, except James, had their school robes on, proudly showing support of their proper houses.

"Where'd you leave your robes again, James?" Peter asked the boy to his right while taking a large bite of his bacon and ketchup sandwich, chewing loudly while staring at him for an answer.

"Hell if I know." He said smugly, but before Peter could bombard him with another question, Remus had thrown his robes to the boy from across the table. James caught it with ease gladly thanking him.

"Cheers!" He exclaimed smiling happily that Remus remembered to bring his robes from the usual place he always left them, on the floor beside his bed.

"What would you do without me, Potter?" Remus smirked, watching James throw on his robes lazily and simply placing his Gryffindor tie around his neck without tying it.

"I'd probably be failing Herbology." He answered sarcastically, trying to hold a straight face as he matched Rosemary's sudden burst of laughter knowing very well that James always copied Remus' Herbology homework.

"Oh, that reminds me, are you all ready to choose your classes for your N.E.W.T's this year?" Rosemary piped up before taking a sip from her glass of orange juice.

"Who could bloody think of N.E.W.T's right now, it's too early in the morning for that rubbish." Sirius groaned rubbing the sides of his temples, then dramatically dropping his head onto the table. Sirius was never a morning person, not even when he was a kid, unless it was for scheming unforgettable pranks for the Marauders in the library where nobody would bother him.

"Sorry I asked, princess." Rosemary replied playfully, raising her eyebrows and sharing a look with Remus.

The day hadn't even started, and yet trouble was coming their way already. Sixth year Slytherin's began to make their way towards the group of friends, strutting to their table. Most Slytherins rarely bothered the Marauders, except for a particular group of gits that always enjoyed poking the bear when it was the worst time to do so.

What Rosemary, and probably the other Marauder boys had found very strange, was a certain slimy addition to the usual group coming their way. Severus Snape was walking behind the usual group of Slytherins that liked to torment the Marauders, especially Rosemary. She was confused that he had actually made friends with them since he was always hanging around with Lily Evans. Instead he was now walking with the new group of gits, staring at James hatefully.

Sterling Locks was the leader of the pack, an arrogant, pure-blood loud-mouth Slytherin that had grown up all his life believing his parents views against half-bloods, especially muggle-borns. He saw them as 'nothing but filthy mistakes in the world that were only born to be killed off along with the rest of them'. 

He barely looked Rosemary in the eye in their first two years at Hogwarts, and she preferred it that way.

That was until in third year, when Gryffindor were playing against Slytherin in the final Quidditch match of the season that term. The snow storm that morning was strong enough that the players could barely even see in the directions that they were flying. Despite the weather though, Quidditch was still on that brisk chilled morning. Sterling was playing the Beater position when he thought it'd be interesting if he sent a raging Bludger in her direction. Gryffindor was winning by 90 points and Locks desperately needed to prove himself and attack the opposing team.