Your name is Remus Lupin. You had just gotten off the train, and now you stand in front of the castle in which you’ll be educated in. On the train you had already met a friend, Peter Pettigrew. Your name was called to go up to the Sorting Hat, its decision unknown to everyone the room. “Gryffindor!” Everyone at the Gryffindor table applauded, and you couldn’t help but to smile a bit and feel embarrassed at the same moment. Shortly after you sat down at the long table, two boys came up to you. “You’re Lupin, right?” The boy with longer black hair asked, having him and his friend sit next to you. Look down and don’t talk: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1100098383/ “What’s it to you, Black?”: “Yeah, it’s a pleasure.”:
