Bellatrix

Untitled Part 2

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The boy with hazel eyes walked into my compartment, a crooked smile plastered on his face. "My new friend Sirius told me there was a pretty girl sitting alone in this compartment."

I glared at him. "Then my cousin Sirius must be pulling your leg. Otherwise, you have the wrong compartment." 

He looked momentarily disgruntled and ran a hand through his extremely messy hair. "Hey! I do see a very pretty girl in here though!"

"Seeing things isn't a good sign, even for a wizard. You should get your eyes checked. Or your brain, whichever comes first." I said pointedly. 

He grinned at me. "Actually, I'm quite good at telling who's pretty or not. For instance-" he gestures to himself. "I am very pretty. But Sirius here-" he gestured to Sirius, who I assumed was lurking behind him, "Is not."

I snorted,  then covered my mouth, mortified. 

"Ha ha, very funny," said Sirius, coming out of the shadows. "I told you there was no way you were getting her to go to Hogsmeade with her on our first trip, Potter. No way. Now, hand over a galleon."

"Wait, wait, hold it. Does Sirius have to give you a galleon if I go to Hogsmeade with you??" I asked Potter.

"Well... yeah." He grinned sheepishly.

"Okay, I accept your offer. The pain of looking at your face for an hour is worth seeing Sirius hand over an entire galleon." I smiled cockily at Sirius.  "Now sit down, if I do have to suffer the pain of looking at your face for an hour instead of spending that hour in Zonko's, you have to at least talk to me."

Potter laughed. "Yeah, okay. What house do you want to be in? If your a cousin of Sirius's, then I assume all your family has been in Slytherin?"

"Yup." I reply glumly. "Unfortunately, they have. But I'm hoping Griffindor. How about you?"

"Oh, Griffindor definately. I hope we're all in it together! Oh, the pranks we could play..."

"You're into pranks?" I asked, one eyebrow raised. He seemed more goody-goody than that. 

"I'm not just into pranks. I am the best pranker in the bloody world." he grinned cockily. 

"Yeah, right." I said, and settled back onto the soft red seat, resting my feet on the table. "One prank you've pulled. One." 

"I balanced a bucket of maple syrup on top of the door into my house. My mom walked in and got completely covered in the stuff. It was hilarious." He laughed.

"Seriously?" I asked. "That's your best prank? On the day of the big game between Puddlemere United and the Chudley Cannons, I turned every Puddlemere United supporter's robes into Chudley Cannons robes. All four thousand and seventy nine. Without a wand, you must remember."

Potter stared at me. "Seriously???"

"Including the players."

"What? Sirius, is this true?" He practically screamed. 

Sirius grinned. "That's my cousin."

Potter couldn't speak for about ten more minutes. At least, until the food trolley came.

A plump woman in a white bonnet rolled up a cart overflowing with goodies- pumpkin pasties, sugar quills, pygmy puffs, acid pops, licorace wands, chocolate frogs, and countless others. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" she asked kindly.

"I'll have thirty chocolate frogs." I said and handed her a galleon. 

"What?" Potter stared again.

"I need Agrippa. Now, quiet." I said, pulling out the chocolate frogs one by one, eating them, and looking at the cards. "Want some? I can't eat all these. Actually, I probably can. But-"

Sirius grabbed a few, and James, still staring, did the same.

"It's not nice to stare." I laughed, and he turned bright red. "Did you get Agrippa?"

Thirty cards later, Agrippa was not found. "Shoot!" I frowned, and glared at the cards splayed out in front of me. "I have all of these." I sighed, and settled back down. I reached for my trunk. "Anyone up for Wizard's Chess? Just warning you, I can and will beat your ass."

"Knight to C-"

"Yeah, yeah yeah I know what you're gonna say. They say it every time!!" The knight whined and moved. 

"Pawn to C3." I said confidently. 

A few moves later...

"Checkmate." I grinned as I leaned into the back of my seat. "Told you I'd beat your ass."

The train lurched to a stop. 

"Hogwarts." I gasped.