I am Gryffindor! Hear me roar!

[Private to Self]
So. Erm. Here I am. One day I'm sitting at home listening to mummy dearest squawk at me for my latest disgrace of the Black family name, and then I was here.

And so was everyone else. Only... not the same as I left them.

Bloody buggering fuck, he's a bloody first year. There I was, the thoughts of his smile and voice the only things keeping me from firing every hex I know at my screeching banshee of a mother, and then I turn around and he's a little boy again. Eleven years old. And I just... I still can't get my Moony out of my head, and mostly he still is my Moony, only he's ELEVEN BLOODY YEARS OLD. (And doesn't even know yet that we're best friends, for another thing.)

Merlin. Maybe Mother was right. I am just one big problem after another.

I need James.
[/]

Anyone know if James has appeared anywhere yet?

Feeling any better, Remus?

Moony?

Erm. Sorry. Remus?

Where are you, mate? Things are all bloody mad around here and I er... I'd like to see you.