Marauderette
I walked with Remus and we looked around for the boys. Suddenly I see the three of them sitting on a bench laughing and in the distance a boy with jet black hair soaked in water. I gasp realizing that it was Severus Snape. I turn and glare at the boys and as soon as they noticed they chuckled awkwardly.
Remus looked equally as disappointed and had his arms crossed. I frowned at them, “Is that really necessary?”
Sirius shrugged, “Come on love, it’s not a big deal. Just a bit of fun.”
I scoff, “Just a bit of fun. You’re terrible! Absolutely horrid! You can’t just do that to someone.”
Remus looked at me surprised and raised an eyebrow and I huffed. I was going to go comfort Sev but he was now gone and nowhere to be seen so I plopped against the tree.
Peter cleared his throat, “Who are you anyways?”
I wished he wasn’t here, maybe I could slip poison into his drink before I left. Before I could answer however Remus explained, “This is my cousin, Brooke Lupin. She was expelled from Beauxbatons.”
Sirius grinned and sat by me, “Expelled, huh? How come princess?”
I rolled my eyes, “Apparently pranking the headmaster is a good way to get expelled quickly.”
James grinned, “You prank?”
I smirk, “Mhm.”
James looked at the boys and they shared looks.
“What?” I raise an eyebrow.
James grins, “How would like to become a Marauderette?”
I grin, my heart warming, “I’d love too, one condition though.”
James raises an eyebrow, and I continue, “I don’t bully, I hate bullies and I want nothing to do with it.”
James nodded, “Very well now we just need a name.”
I grin and glance around before shifting into my animagus form, and then I cursed myself for it cause that might reveal something to them.
But it was to late and James was already fawning over me. Pun intended, and kinda embarrassing.
James grinned, “You’re a fawn that’s so cute!”
Sirius smirked, “I agree she’s quite adorable.”
I shifted back and snorted, “Thanks.”
Sirius winks, “No problem love.”
Remus growls, “Sirius.”
James rolls his eyes, “All right, all right relax. Anyways Fawn’s you’re name, and would you happen to be any good at Quidditch?”
I shrug, “Yeah I’m alright,”
That might’ve been the understatement of the century. I was the youngest player in a century and already had teams requesting me for professional quidditch.
But they didn’t need to know that. Next thing I knew we were heading to the Quidditch Pitch and I was excited to show them what I could do.