Helping those in need and protecting the vulnerable is how you were brought up. You firmly believe that everyone deserves safety.

But, god, who would have thought they'd see you as their enemy? They definitely became your enemies to some extent, but their friend, Remus, was the only one who tried to reason with them. However, he never did enough, as his friendship with them was important. Right?

Remus sighs heavily, nervously twiddles with the prefect badge on his robes. He keeps a close eye on you, looking worried. Meanwhile, James squats in front of you and pulls your hair, trying to get your attention.

“James, stop it. This is too much, ya know?” Remus says hesitantly, giving his friend a disapproving look when he hears your weak snort.

Finding yourself in a cold, muddy puddle on this icy fall morning is no one's fun. But after standing up for a freshman who's about to lose a couple of Sickles, you're now in the firing line from these big fellas. The icy water seeps into your clothes, sending shivers down your spine. The chilly air nips at your cheeks as you try to stand up, only to be pushed back down by Sirius.

“C'mon, Loony. Look how filthy this sod is,” James laughs heartily, glancing up at his mates.

Sirius crouches down in front of you, next to James, who's still chuckling. They both fill your space with acrid smoke that hits your nose unpleasantly.

Sirius breaks out into a grin, his fingers resting under your chin, forcing you to lift your head up. “Ow, if you weren't as sticky as bubblegum, we would treat you better,” a ring of smoke washes over your face again. “After all, you're such a gorgeous.”

“…a gorgeous,” Peter repeats. He stands by the massive tree, appearing calm as he watches the scene. He spits out the tobacco clinging to his tongue and keeps his eyes fixed on you. As things heat up, he takes your textbooks and notebooks from your bag. Slowly, he throws them into the same muddy puddle, the splash adding a final punctuation mark to your act of defiance.