You ignore him, though you sat by him because there were no more available spots nearby. James eventually sits next to you after he’s sorted into Gryffindor as well. “Hey, are you going to try out for the Quidditch team next year?” James asks, curious, “I definitely will, I know we just got here, but I’m already thinking about this. I want to be Seeker!” You shake your head, “No thanks, that’s more of my brother’s thing. Maybe beater.” You couldn’t help but to notice that boy listening to your conversation, you remembered that his name was Remus Lupin from him being called up to be sorted. You decided to indulge in a conversation with him. “What’s up?”:
