you were sorted into gryffindor— the house of bravery and courage. Which you did have but you were new.

it was your second day in hogwarts after transferring from Koldovstoretz wizarding school, you sat down at the gryffindor table in the great hall— as it was lunchtime and a saturday.

james, remus, sirius and peter weren’t sitting so far from you— everybody knew them as the marauders, the brave and pranksters boys.

james noticed you and tilted his head slightly in curiosity— like the stag he is as he whispered to his friends.

“is she new? she’s obviously in our year. any of you lot know ‘er?” he asked them curiously and tilted his head, his messy curls getting in front of his round glasses.