Nem (Host)

Shhh, the first witch said nervously.

You never know who's listening these days, even at the potter's.

Well, what's he doing here at all, I'd like to know.

He's chums with the Potter boy.

You know what Effie and Monty are like.

They've taken in the Pettigrew's eldest, too.

She's over there.

Yes, I heard about that.

Well, it's no secret at all why she's here.

The Pettigrews and the Potters are both pureblood, after all, despite the rumors.

Mind you, Effie might want to act quickly.

If Philomena sees her chance to bag the Black Air, then poor James isn't going to get a look-in, is he?

I mean, everybody knows what's going on.

We all need to pick a side.

The Potters picked theirs a long time ago, I'm afraid."

Remus felt his blood boil.

It was horrible hearing his friend spoken about like that.

And the Potters, who Remus was absolutely certain had no ulterior motives when it came to their son or the company he kept.

They let James be friends with him, after all, knowing exactly what he was.

He clenched his fists, wished he was allowed to do magic, do anything to shut those mean old bitches up.