The Order of Mischief I (Marauders)

1.20

Sirius was standing alone, with a small bag at his side, after his mother had abandoned him there with a head full of rage. He got into trouble on the journey to the King's Cross station for grumpily responding to his mother and swearing at her under his breath. Unfortunately for him, she heard him, but fortunately for him, she was more desperate to get rid of him than to attempt disciplining him physically so resorted to verbal attacks. His mother relentlessly raised her voice at him and promised to reward his disobedience when he would next return home; and the young heir was counting on her forgetfulness.

"Oi! Black!" Anya's voice called out to him as she walked towards him, a ridiculous grin stretching from one cheek to another. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a plain white tee, while a black bag was strapped around her shoulders. The both of them were unusually early to the half empty platform. Neither of their other friends had arrived yet, unless they were already on the other side of the barrier, on the correct platform.

"Anya!" An older version of the brunette called out. Sirius stared at the two females, noticing how they looked almost identical, except for the fact that the taller and older woman was of darker skin and had long, black hair, and dark brown eyes. Beside the maternal figure was a large man of light brown complexion, who shared the same colouring of features as Anya, despite her looking more like the woman. The lady had ignored Sirius' presence and knelt in front of the eleven year old, fussing with her long hair and tying it into a neat French plait, "My goodness! At least tie your hair, instead of running around like a mad woman with all her hair out."

Sirius put a hand to his mouth as he tried to refrain from laughing at the scene in front of him. Anya was wincing every time her hair was accidentally pulled a little too hardly, while her mother continued to rant about the lack of care her daughter had for her appearance. He quickly appreciated the love behind the actions, although he was grateful nobody touched his hair like that, even if his own mother would scold him for growing it out and letting it stay messy in the boyishly handsome kind of way.

"Is this your friend?" the tall man asked, smiling warmly at Sirius. Anya nodded as she tried to look between her friend and father, but her mother had grunted and forced her to keep still. The man held his hand out, "I am Isa, and this is my wife, Nora. We are Anya's parents. And you are?"

"Sirius Black," he replied, taken aback by their warm and welcoming tone. Sirius did his best to use his unusually polite tone to speak with the adults, the same one he used whenever talking to the professors he liked well enough to respect. After all, Anya's parents were not his and would probably not appreciate his rebelliousness or his cocky personality.

Nora looked up briefly and smiled at Sirius as she bowed her head slightly, acknowledging the young boy. She quickly returned to fussing over her daughter's appearance, in an attempt to make her appear even more presentable than she already did, which Sirius deemed was an impossible task. Nora, however, was clearly determined that the young girl was not looking her best.

Isa ignored the women and looked around before noticing that no one was near Sirius, "Where are your parents?"

"They left, they had urgent business to attend to," Sirius confessed, shrugging with an unbothered tone. The 'urgent business' he was referring to was their desire to avoid bumping into Lily Evans' parents, who were welcoming and eager to befriend the parents of her peers. In truth, he was glad that they were not there to see him with a Zion - he could not predict if her family name and blood status would start a frenzy and show a more disgustingly manipulative side of them.

Nora finally stood up and held her daughter's chin, before turning to Sirius. She smiled at him and watched as a wide grin was displayed his face. Nora had moved closer towards him and simultaneously began tidying his hair, the crowd of three around her were shocked. Isa gawked at his wife, "My God, Nora! You can't just start fussing over other people's children."