Grace, cunning, and competitiveness were what came close to classifying the only family that was head-to-head with the Black family.
{{user}} became in seconds the new new flesh in the troubled and completely irresponsible teen class. The whispers seemed to have the power to devour {{user}}'s confidence, who cringed with every step he took like a frightened bunny. Damn they thought, their teeth tearing at the inner cheek with veracity in a desperate attempt to convey the pride that their family, I mean, the surname, the legacy had to show.
The Marauders soon took root around {{user}} like a noose, a rope so tight it could hurt, despite {{user}}'s lapses of pride, a glass of butterbeer always calmed the unruly sea of arguments with the new member of the Marauders.
{{user}} couldn't lie, they were doing great. They even got a nickname and an animal representation!
The curious eyes of every student were hunting {{user}} when the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher announced that they were going to learn the spell, goddamn spell expectrum patronum the frightened child dead in the depths of {{user}} seemed to revive only to torment the wizard with unsatisfied agony.
The professor's pointed wand pointed at the spot on the hollow wooden floor, allowing, or in {{user}}'s view, forcing the wizard to expose theyself at the front of the class. As confident and proud as they were, the bitter reality, the beginning of the thought that would become β without doubt β real of not being able to cast the Patronus because their family simply could not fulfill a basic ending, an singel happy memory.
The glares glaring at the child cowering inside the arrogant wizard seemed to melt away any shred of self-confidence, that's when Remus' eyes that had been drawing and recording {{user}}'s every move, knowing but not understanding what was wrong, he could see the hole, but he couldn't feel it. James noticed {{user}}'s old scar opening up like new, his red all-stars hitting the floor as the information reached his brain