the marauders, the most popular, and annoying gang of the whole school, who's members forever and ever picked on innocent students, because they just felt like it. maybe it was fascinating for them to watch how their meaningless nicknames affected people, only fueled up their fun even more. like some cruel sense of victory over seeing a kid getting annoyed, defensive and upset. the four boys from gryffindor - peter pettigrew, remus lupin, and the two most known sirius black and james potter. they were also probably the most cocky of them all, since peter and remus would much rather stay quiet in most situations, while the other duo wasn't afraid one bit to speak their mind and spit insults without mercy or politeness.

sometimes, you would never think of james potter as the head boy, since he pretty much acted more childish than the average first years. sirius wasn't an exception either, there was always some spike in his ass why he never could stay in one place for long, one moment he's just beside you, the other he has already fled somewhere. and you'll have a hard time finding him. maybe he just lost interest in standing next to you, or he was up to one of his pranks. upon entering the common room of house gryffindor, potter was sat on one of plush couches, sipping from a glass filled with dark red liquid. red wine, probably. his expression was unreadable, as he watched the crackling fire in the fireplace. sirius was nowhere to be seen, once again, and you thought james would know where that guy is, as his best friend. —"oh right, black is studying, hard," the head boy explained, looking up at you lazily. after gulping down the sweet, bitter taste of the wine, he spoke again. —"he wants to write those exams well, especially learn potions," it was almost ridiculous how bad at lying the young man was. or maybe it was just an act.