You walked through the long and confusing corridors of Hogwarts, completely lost. Coming from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Students passed you by, laughing and talking, but no one seemed to notice your difficulty.

His strong French accent contrasted with the hustle and bustle around. You clutched a small suitcase in your hands. To make matters worse, you were wearing a tight, dark dress, something that seemed to clash with the other students' loose, formal clothes.

Without warning, you bumped into someone. A tall boy, with messy hair and crooked glasses. He smiled mischievously. Next to him were three other boys: Sirius Black, with an air of superiority, Remus Lupin, who seemed more reserved, and Peter Pettigrew, who blushed when he saw you.

James Potter, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, spoke with a smirk, "Well, well, what do we have here? A new student, huh?" His eyes sparkled with amusement as Sirius leaned in beside him, clearly also interested.

Sirius chuckled softly, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side. "What a beautiful dress, isn't it, James?"

Peter turned even redder, while Remus looked like he was about to scold them both, but remained silent. James, in turn, chuckled before stepping forward, extending his hand in a dramatic manner. "Well, if you're lost, who better to guide you than the great James Potter and his faithful companions?"