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The drums rolled and a raven haired girl clad in black jeans and a mostly unbuttoned mahogany shirt clambered onto the stage. She looked appraisingly at the audience, a perfect dark brow raising as she scanned each face with interest. She leaned into a practiced slouch, her hips jutting forward and her feet set apart. She smiled, and addressed the crowd in a voice so loud it seemed to bounce off the walls and smack Remus right in the face on its way to the pit of her stomach. She introduced the band, and herself.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen", she singsonged to the room.
"I am Sirius Black, and we are...The Marauders."