And you tried to change didn't you?
Closed your mouth more
Tried to be softer, prettier
Something not everyone knows how to love
- Warsan Shire
The morning of September 1st was always Aoife's least favorite morning. With a loud huff, she lugged her suitcase onto the train and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. She decided she should probably start doing some sort of exercise regimen if the simple task of pulling her trunk upon the train was proving to be exhausting.
"Aoife!" The blonde turned around and sighed in relief when her gaze fell upon her best friend, Shirelle Higgs. Shirelle was cool because she was named after The Shirelles. They first became friends when Aoife kept singing Will You Love Me Tomorrow and Shirelle slapped Aoife in the face.
The friendship was instant.
"Help me get my trunk up?" the girl asked with a pout. Aoife shook her head.
"No way. I just spent half of my energy on my suitcase. If I help you, I'll probably die on the spot." Shirelle glared at Aoife who simply shrugged and smirked. Suddenly, Shirelle's suitcase levitated onto the platform, allowing Robert Macmillian to step into view with a garish grin that made Aoife roll her eyes.
"Aw, thanks for the help, Rob! You're a right sweet, you are." Robert shrugged.
"Just helping out a lovely lady in distress! All in a day's work."
"You're my hero!" Robert blushed slightly, his face turning into a light pink. Aoife scoffed.
"Oh dear god, we're fifth years. Can't you find anyone in your own year to bother?" Aoife asked, hands on hips. Robert looked at her and smirked, nodding.
"Hey, Flynn." Aoife rolled her eyes.
"Oh, uh, hey, Macmillian," she said slowly in a deep voice. Robert chuckled and turned to Shirelle.
"Well, better get going! Catch you at the feast." Shirelle grinned at him and nodded.
As he scampered off, Shirelle added absentmindedly, "Doesn't his smile just light up the room?"
"I would think Macmillian's smile lights up the room, but I know it's just the glow of everyone else's hopes and dreams being incinerated. Now hurry up before all the good compartments are taken!"
The two girls made their way down the corridor, hoping to find an easy (read: empty) compartment.
"So, you think anything will be different this year?"
" All I know is that if we go back to Hogwarts, and someone we know has become shockingly hot over the course of the past 2 months, I'm being homeschooled."
"Talking about me already, Flynn? I thought we'd save the gossip about my astounding beauty for later!" Aoife sighed. God could never leave her well enough alone with having to deal with just one idiot a day. No, he'd always have to send about ten thousand more. Aoife turned around to meet the steely gray eyes of Sirius Black, who was followed by James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. Aoife opened her mouth to retort, when surprisingly Shirelle spoke her thoughts.
"Sirius, if I had a galleon for every time you unjustly insert yourself into conversation, I'd throw that change in a sock and beat you with it."
And that is why we're best friends, Aoife thought while laughing loudly. James and Peter joined in the laughter, shaking their heads at their obnoxious friend.
"I'm hurt, Higgs. I really am! After all we've been through together…" Sirius muttered, grabbing his chest in mock hurt.
Of course, Sirius was referring to the one incident involving a broom cupboard and a shameful walk back to the dorms the next morning. Aoife liked to think of that moment as Shirelle's Dark Period.
"You know, Shells, I just got my nails done, what do you think?" Aoife asked. Her friend looked at her with a confused expression.
"Yeah, I think so too," she said softly before turning back to Sirius. "Don't make me use these pretty little things to rip out your throat." Aoife glared at him before turning on her heel and marching into a compartment, Shirelle laughing behind her.
"She terrifies me," James said with a shake of his head. Sirius patted his friend on the back roughly, nearly causing James' glasses to fall off his face.
"As any proper woman should, eh Wormy?"
"I wouldn't know. I don't deal with proper women." Sirius and James both proceeded to laugh all the way to their compartment, where Remus Lupin was stretched out onto a bench, his right arm and leg dangling off the side. James walked in hesitantly.
"Er, Moony, mate… are you ok?" Remus stared up at his lanky friend unblinkingly. He sat up, shook his head, and sighed.
"I think I'm in love, guys." Sirius snorted. Peter rolled his eyes. James glared at his two friends and sat opposite of Remus.
"Well, uh, tell us about this love of yours, then!"
"I met her this summer at the library-"
"Oh god, you fell in love with a librarian?" Sirius asked with a grimace, moving into the compartment to sit on the floor, followed by Peter who sat next to James, slowly unwrapping a licorice wand. Remus glared at his friend.
"No, you prick. Can you just let me finish? As I was saying, before being rudely interrupted, I met her this summer at the library. She was so beautiful, but of course I could never make a move. So, I simply made my library visits into a daily routine, hoping to see her every time I went."
"Moony, you really need to let go of your stalkerish tendencies." Sirius looked up to meet another glare and made a motion of zipping his lips shut. He gave Remus a thumbs up, who continued with a sigh.
"One day, right before we camped out at your house, James, I decided to make conversation. She was reading Nabokov's Lolita, and I knew I just had to talk to her. So I asked her about what she thought of it and she told me she was absolutely enchanted by the story and she likes how the book refuses to do the thinking for you. We spent the next 20 minutes discussing the book in great detail and it was wonderful." Remus sighed deeply. After a pause that seemed to signal that Remus was done, Sirius stared wide eyed at his friend.
"Is that it?"
Remus threw a book at Sirius.
Sirius stopped laughing.
"Moony, you had only one conversation with this girl?" James asked with a smile on his face.
"Yes, but, I've never met anyone as vocal and intelligent as her about the matters brought up in Lolita before!"
"Well… ok. I guess we support this love of yours?"
"Are you ever even going to see her again?" Peter asked bluntly. "I mean, she's a muggle, Moony. If she's a muggle, why are you even trying?" James hit Peter in the shoulder. Remus sat up straight and shrugged.
"I… I don't know. She was just so different than any of the girls here. She was smart, beautiful, interesting, graceful. I just can't stop thinking about her! You're right, though, Wormtail. I suppose I am being quite overdramatic."
"Oh, you think so?" Sirius asked sourly, rubbing the throbbing part where Remus' book had connected to his skull. Remus pointedly ignored him and went on.
"The worst part is that she invited to me a party two weeks from now and I can't even go." At this point, Sirius sat up with a lewd grin.
"Remus, I just had a sudden realization that you should see your lady love. In fact, I think we should all go to see your lady love. You know, ride with you into battle and all that! You think she has any cute friends?"
"Don't make me another book at you, Padfoot."
"God, you're like a hormonal bird in a man suit when you get offended."
Sirius walked off of the Hogwarts Express sporting two large bumps on his head.
A/N: Hopefully this wasn't so fast-paced it was barely understandable! I just wanted to introduce some of the main characters in the story! Cheers! :)
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