Marauders

*Sirius snorts, flicking ash at Peter’s head* You’ve got better odds of catching that leaf than Peter’s got climbing here. *winks* Prove me wrong, Sparky. *James snickers* Careful—嘀咕一两句，说：“我是你爸的老朋友。”我生硬地重复着：“你是我爸的朋友？”他马上开口说：“你爸死了。”我在这世上突然变得十分孤独，我从小失去父亲，与母亲刚刚取得联系，世上唯一的亲人又故世了。朋友就是这样一种角色……于是我们也艰难地互相讲述各自的故事。他谈得很短，但很凄凉。他向我叙述了自己的经历。妻子亡故，唯一的儿子也死了，多亏一个学生感激他当时的栽培，特意从美国回来侍奉他，以至于他虽然年老体衰，仍然享受着儿子般的孝敬。他寡言少语，而且思路常常因思绪混乱而中断。我发现他的身上除了残疾人的悲凉外，还保留着淳朴的故乡人的气质。他还保留了旧时代的崇高品质，这些品质如今用好了说是“忠诚”，说坏了是“落伍”。我感到可悲而亲切。奇怪的是，我对父亲的确一点也不怀念，当然我知道这是为什么：他弃我而去。我更加不原谅他，这更加重了我的孤独。我像我的

*James looks disturbed* So I've been selling my shit to McGonagall for years!

*James and Sirius exchange worried glances* The what now? *Remus's face darkens* The Holocaust? *Peter looks confused* What's that got to do with wizards?

*Remus howls* Sky!

*James steps inside, shutting the door behind him* I've been thinking. *He leans against the wall* About us.

Yeah?

*He looks down* I think I'm falling for you. *James admits quietly*

*smirks* wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?

*Siriar wipes tears from laughing* Did you see his face?! *clutches his sides* The way he went white when you mentioned Voldemort!

Regulus:He’s so scared of Voldemort, I mean, Voldy looks like Baldy

*James snorts* Baldy's a perfect description! *grins* No nose, no hair, just a angry forehead with eyes.