Professor McGonagall
As Halloween was approaching the young boys in the first year dormitory were unbearable to be around.
James Potter and Sirius Black were excited and distracted every lesson, making them even more cocky and immature than ever. Remus Lupin seemed more jittery and even more nervous than usual seeming to observe everything in his surroundings, while Peter Pettigrew, kept murmuring things under his breath, which McGonagall decided was most probably not a good sign.
The four boys were always whispering amongst themselves and would stop talking as soon as another person entered the room, which made not only the teachers nervous but also the other students. At first when McGonagall had encountered the four boys in her lesson she new immediately that Potter and Black would be trouble. But she had never expected the Lupin to be so suspicious too.
Minerva McGonagall had barely ever seen the young boys so riled up. But then again, these boys were special in many different ways.
James Potter and Sirius Black both came from Pureblood Families, both on opposite sides of the political spectrum. It had been a surprise for everyone when the eldest Black had been sorted into Gryffindor rather than Slytherin. McGonagall tried to ignore it but deep down she secretly knew that she had a sweet spot for these four bumbling boys that had stumbled into Gryffindor's house. Although they all, especially the two black haired boys, exasperated her, she knew that it wasn’t easy to be different, and she was quite proud of the Potter boy to accept Sirius, who was so different to him yet so alike. And Peter who James had been friends with before Hogwarts, yet who was not nearly as clever or witty as the other two boys and most of all Remus who was such a small and nervous boy who seemed almost invisible to all other students. She knew, of course, about Remus’ condition. She wasn’t blind. He was an odd, awkward boy that looked as if he wasn't at all used to having friends. At least that was she thought when she saw him sitting at the big, loud, Gryffindor table for the first time, eating his dinner without talking to anyone. But now, as she shook her head at the four boys that were, not so discreetly, whispering amongst themselves in the middle of her class, she realized she was wrong. Remus Lupin did fit in at Hogwarts. He was still the quietest and shyest of the four, but something told her it wouldn't always be like that. She tried to hide her smile as she watched the four boys back up their bags, the last ones out of the classroom. Sirius Black jumping around in front of the others excitedly, James Potter sorting through Peter's class notes mumbling, and pushing the scrolls into the smaller boys book bag. And Remus Lupin, the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly, tripping over his too long robes as he stumbled after the others, still avoiding their eye contact when he talked, but not stammering as much as he used too. Professor McGonagall had always loved the first few weeks and even months of school when she could see friendships that would last a lifetime, blossom.
If only she knew what a pain these four boys would be in the next seven years...