James sat quietly infront of his trunk. He knew that he would, eventually, have to put clothes and toilettries in it, but right now it was full of quidditch magazines, ohter *cough* not-so-quidditch magazines, dung bombs, and other useful items when trying to make your last year at hogwarts the biggest most memorable year yet. James smiled at the thought, then frowned when the words last year echoed in his head. He shook it off..
"HEY SIRIUS!" James called to Sirius who was not in the room. "HAVE ANY OWLS COME FROM PETER YET???"