First Year; Post-Sorting Hat Ceremony - Common Room
James Potter stands in the Gryffindor Common Room, a little in awe but mostly smug about it all.
The Hat barely settled on the top of his head before it had shouted, 'Gryffindor!'
Oh, yes. He's a Gryffindor, just like he knew he'd be.
"I'm glad I'm in Gryffindor too," says Peter beside him, even though he's looking rather awkward, like he's uncomfortable in his own skin.
James places a hand on the other boy's shoulder and grins.
"It's going to be brilliant, Pete," he says, reassuringly. "You and me in Gryffindor. Maybe we'll even let Sirius Black be friends with us."
The Hat barely settled on the top of his head before it had shouted, 'Gryffindor!'
Oh, yes. He's a Gryffindor, just like he knew he'd be.
"I'm glad I'm in Gryffindor too," says Peter beside him, even though he's looking rather awkward, like he's uncomfortable in his own skin.
James places a hand on the other boy's shoulder and grins.
"It's going to be brilliant, Pete," he says, reassuringly. "You and me in Gryffindor. Maybe we'll even let Sirius Black be friends with us."