I burn, I pine, I perish
Remus reluctantly closed his book and followed Peter out of the library. At the end of the tour, the two boys entered a huge courtyard that was full of students. As they walked through it Peter explained to Remus all of the different cliques that made up the complex social fabric of Hogwarts Hall. The courtyard was a hive of activity, with students sprawled on the grass, gathered around fountains, and lining up for what looked like a particularly enticing food stall. As they walked through the bustling courtyard, Peter gestured towards various groups of students, each living within their own miniature worlds, all together inthe courtyard but never mixing with eachother.
"Over there," Peter pointed, "are the 'Scholars'—they're the academic types, always buried in books or discussing the latest philosophical debate."
Remus nodded, observing the group of students engrossed in a heated discussion about quantum physics.
"And there," Peter continued, "you have the 'Artists'. They're into everything from painting murals on the walls to performing impromptu poetry readings."
Remus noticed a cluster of students sketching in notebooks and a girl strumming a guitar under a tree, surrounded by an audience of admirers.
"Then you've got the 'Athletes'," Peter said, motioning towards a group of students practicing soccer tricks nearby. "They're all about sports and fitness competitions. They pretty much live in the gym or on the field."
Remus glanced over and saw them doing drills, their enthusiasm contagious even from a distance.
"Over there are the 'Techies', that’s my crew. They're the ones who run the AV club, fix the school's computers, and generally keep everything tech-related running smoothly."
Remus spotted a group of students gathered around a drone, tinkering with its circuitry while another student proudly displayed a newly edited video on a tablet. “And over there are..” Peter said.
But Remus wasn't paying attention to him, as he was suddenly distracted by a loud thwack followed by a string of muttered curses. A tall, lanky boy with shoulder-length black hair emerged from behind a statue of some sort of ancient god that was in the middle of the courtyard, clutching a camera with a sheepish grin.
Remus's breath hitched. It wasn't just the surprise of the incident, though that certainly played a part. It was the boy himself. As the stranger straightened up, sunlight streamed through a nearby window, casting a warm glow over his face. His grin, though apologetic, held a hint of mischief that sent a thrill down Remus's spine. For a moment, everything else faded away. The ache in his leg, the nerves about the new school, even the dull throb of his old pain – all momentarily forgotten.
Remus felt a warmth bloom in his chest, a flicker of something entirely new. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he wanted to experience it more.He couldn't have been staring for that long, could he? Trying to mask his sudden interest, he fumbled with the strap of his bag. The worn leather felt strangely slick in his palms.He tore his gaze away, suddenly shy. A question danced on his lips, but before he could voice it, Peter nudged him with his elbow. "Come on, slowpoke! There's more to see."
Remus’s head was filled with thoughts of the black haired boy. Every detail of Sirius seemed burned into his memory: the way his hair caught the sunlight, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. His face was etched into Remus’s brain, and the sound of his voice which had a tinge of a foreign accent that he couldn’t quite place was embedded in his ears.
A faint blush crept up his neck, a warmth spreading through him he couldn't quite explain, he had never felt anything quite like this before. "What group is he in?" Remus finally asked, his voice barely a whisper betraying a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
Peter hesitated, then leaned in and lowered his voice. "That's Sirius Black," he said meaningfully. "But trust me, you don't want to get tangled up with him. He is as vain as he is out of your league, he is one of the most popular guys in school and you should stay away from him"
"Really? Why 's that?" the taller one asked curiously, in part asking because of his insatiable need for knowing things, but mostly because the only words that inhabited his head from the moment he laid eyes were I burn,I pine,I perish
“Oh Remus, the real problem isn't Sirius, it’s his brother. Regulus”