The Misadventures of the Marauders

If you went to Hogwarts, what pet would you take and why?

I got out of bed at four the next morning. I hadn’t slept at all, because every time I dozed off, Curtis’ voice and my parents’ sobbing faces would wake me up. I gave up on sleep after two, content with curling up in my warm bed and trying to figure out what to do next.

I walked to my trunk and pulled out Curtis’ sweatshirt and pulling it over my pajamas, which consisted of a pair of track shorts and a Beatle’s shirt. I slipped on my high tops, and grabbed my glasses and wand before padding quietly out of Mary and my special room in the boys’ dorm. I snuck down the stairs cursing silently every time my sneakers would squeak. I had decided sometime last night I wasn’t mad a Lily anymore. It was too stupid to be mad at a friend when something could happen to either one of us at any moment. Plus, I needed friends to help me through.

Thinking of friends made me think of Danny, not for the first time. He had loved Curtis as well, I didn’t want to even comprehend how devastated he must be. Because that might be the last straw.

I left the common room, shivering, and ignored the Fat Lady’s protests at being awoken at such an unholy hour. I totally agreed that it was too early, but I wanted solitude, and who would be awake before dawn on a Saturday? I walked down corridors at random, thinking about nothing in particular. My thoughts were being rather strange, giving me only a moment to ponder them before disappearing and being replaced immediately by another fleeting thought. I found myself in front of an empty stretch of wall, opposite of the tapestry of Barnaby the Brave. I stood in front of it, wondering why there wasn’t a classroom here. I turned around and inspected the tapestry of the troll, who was rearing to charge into battle.

I suddenly thought, who else is going to die before this lunatic dies? I started pacing, wanting a spot where I could forget all these thoughts, when a door silently melted out of the stretch of empty brick wall. It was an average, mahogany door, with intricate designs carved on. I opened the door, readying my wand, prepared for anything on the other side. I saw a room, similar to my living room at home, with a television beginning to play a Doctor Who episode. Dumbledore told us muggle electronics don’t work at Hogwarts, but the telly was behaving normally as ever.

I suddenly wished for a blankets, seeing as I was in shorts, and a large quilt appeared on the couch, which I discovered was identical to the one at home.

I sat on the couch, and curled into the blanket, watching the screen intently.

**

Four hours and eight episodes later, it was finally eight thirty. I was hungry, and I supposed talking to people wouldn’t kill me.

I stood, left the blanket in a heap on the ottoman, and walked out of the room, watching the door malt away into the wall. I figured the room adjusted to needs accordingly, because extra blankets, pillows, and a remote had appeared the moment I thought of them. I deem thee Room of Thingy’s. I thought smugly, and nodded my head once, grinning slightly, before my thoughts overcame me.

I marched my way down to the Great Hall, where it was still quite empty. People stared at me, probably because I was still in my pajamas, hadn’t brushed my hair, and had horrible under-eye bags. I sat at my spot at the completely deserted Gryffindor table, and I took my wand, and whispered a spell that took care of my under-eye bag and blood shot eyes, a spell Lily had taught me. I took a pony tail holder off of my wrist, and threw my now-long hair into a very messy pony-tail. I rubbed at the indentation the holder left on my wrist, and grabbed some food.

I was half-way through my second bowl of oatmeal when James burst in, searching the room until his eyes fell upon me. He stormed towards me, and the rest of the gang, including the girls, followed behind him at a much more leisurely pace.