The early 60s had swung around in a flurry of pastels, mini dresses and hairspray. Along with these, the upper class of Hawkings High had grown up - and now in their last year of education, were anticipating their futures. Four particular boys from class 4A had been speaking of making a band since their second year - and now in their fourth, they’d made it. James on the guitar, Peter drums, Sirius singing and Remus on the bass. They’d dubbed themselves ‘the marauders’ - of all things.

beginning of the year, Sirius had bagged himself Priscilla Beauliard, a quiet girl with big black hair in their class.