James was looking around the Hogwarts Express station, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. “Oy, Moony!” He shouted, waving. A tall, brown-haired boy looked up at him and sighed. “Not. In. Public.” He whisper-lectured once he got nearer. There was another tall boy, black-haired, standing to his immediate left. A small boy was standing to his right. “Hey Peter, Sirius.” He acknowledged. “Moony!” Shouted Sirius, receiving an eye-roll from ‘Moony’, AKA Remus. The small boy, Peter, gave a small wave and a smile. Remus looked at his watch, stars circling the numbers instead of hands, which was a fairly common thing in the Wizarding World. “It’s almost eleven!” He exclaimed, his turn to shout. They ran onto the train and rushed into an empty compartment. Remus slumped back and started thinking about stuff. Just stuff, and whilst he thought, he drifted into a slumber. There was an unnecessarily long pause of silence, when James cleared his throat. “So, sixth year.” He stated like nobody knew this ‘unordinary bit of information”. Peter nodded, and Sirius extended his arm for a high-five from James, and they did so. “D’ya think..” Asked James, motioning to Remus’s large scar on his face. Peter suddenly developed an extremely awkward interest in his schoolbag’s zipper, and Sirius sighed. “It’s happened before. Plus, you wouldn’t want us to be chatting up about you while you’re asleep, would you?” , Sirius finished with a gasp of air, as he said all that in one long-lasting breath. James nodded, and went back to chatting with Sirius about Quidditch, while Peter tried to act as though he had an actual clue what they were saying. Moments later, Remus woke with a start, quite randomly, and grabbed a book from his bag titled; Transfiguration Today: Year 6. “Ugh, schoolbooks already?” asked a tired Peter, and Remus notes that was the first time Peter had spoken, at least today, as far as Remus knew. “I just remembered of a section I wanted to read.” Said Remus simply, though causing a gale from Sirius. “You remembered schoolwork, of all things... in your sleep?” he asked, astonished. Remus nodded, and Sirius groaned. “You’re such a nerd, Moony.” He remarked. Remus shot him a glare, and said, “Yes, I am a nerd, the nerd who has done your homework and gotten out of trouble for six years, are you serious?” He finished this with yet another pointed glare. “Yup! I am Sirius, always will be! Born Sirius, died Sirius! Sirius Lee Black, heir to the Black family of prestigious jerks!” He finished with a laugh. “Your middle name IS NOT Lee.” Remarked Remus pointedly. “Yes it is, how DARE YOU say such a thing?” Asked Sirius dramatically, pretending to be mortally wounded, by the look on his face. Remus gave her another eye-roll. “Walburga Black has no sense of humor. No way she would name her first-born son Sirius Lee.” He said, but bot quite finished. “Seriously.” He muttered, while smirking and biting into an apple that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Everyone chuckled a little at this, except Sirius himself, who went into his fake ‘Mortally wounded’ phase again, sprawled out on the floor. “I’m the only one who can do that! You use my OWN NAME while plotting my death!” He said, no one quite knowing where the whole ‘death’ thing coming from, but Remus just shrugged and said, “I’m not planning your death. Yet. I will if you don’t get up off of our compartment floor, it’s completely unsanitary.” When Sirius didn’t do as Remus said, Remus took out his wand and muttered a spell that caused a passing fruit fly to burst into flames, then glanced at Sirius, now scrambling back into his seat. “I am now terrified of you.” Said Sirius bluntly, with wide eyes. James and Peter just sat in their seats watching this whole episode, until James laughed at the (laughable) expression on Sirius’s face. They heard a faint knock on the door, and turned to see who it was. James opened the door and took out some Galleons from his back pocket, and handed them to the Trolley Witch. “One of everything.” He said, and held out his hands as the Trolley Witch plopped one of everything, as said, in his arms. Once she had left, James stood on top of his seat, and threw the candy high, making it rain. (Literally.) Sirius grabbed a Magical Moon Pie and shoved it into Remus’s face. “There ‘ya go! It’s just your FAVORITE, isn’t it, Moony?” He said, causing Remus to groan at Sirius’s childish antics. They all felt the train come to a stop, and all the doors were magically opened. They heard a familiar voice calling, “Firs’ years dis way! C’mon, firs’ years!” James, Peter, and Sirius ran outside, leaving the mess behind them. Remus pointed his wand at the, well, in the, general direction of the compartment and whispered, “Scourgify.” , then running off to join the others.