Victoria

Year Three - VII

"You owe me a galleon," Harry said with a little laugh as he walked into their usual compartment, the one with 'The Golden Trio' etched into the side of the door frame with the sharp end of a rock.

"What! No, let me see- Goddamnit!" Ron whined as soon as he saw Victoria sleeping on the berth on the right, completely stretched out as though she were sleeping on her bed.

In the past two years, every single time they traveled back to Hogwarts, Harry and Ron had found Victoria arrive at the train station much before them, be the first student to board the train, and then sleep on the same berth of the same carriage, stretched out in the same manner with the same left arm hanging off the side of the seat. Ron could only think how stupid it was of him to bet that they would find her sleeping in another position this time.

"Wake up!" Ron grumbled with a scowl, throwing his bag on Victoria's back as she jolted awake, snorting a little as she did so, trying to pry her tired eyes open.

"What the hell, Ronnie," She said with a frown, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, "If you don't care about me at least care about the poor sleeping man."

Indeed, this was the first time Victoria had company as she slept, a man sat in the corner of the left berth, fast asleep despite all the commotion. 

"Merlin!" Ron jumped doing a double-take, as if only just noticing the sleeping man, "Who the hell is he?!"

"How'm I supposed to know?" Victoria said before stretching dramatically, "A professor, I think? He was already here and sleeping when I arrived."

"Then why didn't you go to another carriage?!" Ron exasperatedly asked, his frustration increasing when he realized that he was so close to winning the bet, while Harry only laughed, feeling much better as the tension clouding his mind dissipated slightly all thanks to the stupidity of his friends. Oh, what would he have done without them?

"Because-" Victoria started, almost offended at the question, "This," Making dramatic hand gestures to indicate the room, "Is our carriage. It is the carriage of The Golden Trio!"

"Well, that's stupid!"

"It wasn't so stupid when you were cheering like a madman after first-year when I etched the name of our group outside the carriage!"

"I was a kid then! Merlin, Victoria, we're not kids anymore!"

"Pfft yeah right, Ginger-Ale, I don't know about me and Harry, but you certainly and evidently have not grown up!"

"Okay, okay, GUYS!" Harry shouted before Ron could reply with another snarky comment, making the bickering duo pause and look at him, "First of all, we have a guest in our cabin today, a sleeping guest that I don't want you to disturb. Secondly- secondly," He said, quickly continuing when he noticed that the two were going to start the blame game of who started shouting first, "I have something very important to tell you guys."

Now that grabbed their attention, and what grabbed their attention further was the load of bullshit Harry spouted as soon as the two solemnly sat in front of him.

"Shut. Up." Victoria said, her jaw hanging open and an expression of utter disbelief on her face.

"Sirius Black.." Ron started, trying to contain the explosion of the bomb that had been dropped on him, "The m-murderer..?" He questioned, making Harry hum and nod his head, "Escaped Azkaban.. to come after.. you..?"

"That's exactly it, Ron. Good job! Now can you spell 'homicide' for me so that I can pat you on the back and give you a star?" Victoria sarcastically said in a high-pitched voice with an overly bright and encouraging smile on her face making Ron scowl and Harry giggle despite himself.