Brightest ✯ Sirius Black

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"One day, someone will look at you the same way you look at the stars."

"Indie, honey, please calm down, before you choke on something," Ambrosia Stalone commented as the three girls in the train compartment watched a girl with ebony skin and unruly curly hair shove at least 4 pumpkin pasties into her mouth at one time.

"Bloody hell, Indie," Luna Maxwell gasped as she put her book into her lap and adjusted the blue necktie around her collar, "where do you fit all this?" Something incredibly inaudible was heard, but it sounded something like "piss off".

"I'm so bored," Cleo Markis groaned after the girl was done shoving food into her mouth. She sunk in her seat. The girl known as Indie finally swallowed all of her treats, and spoke.

"Really Cleo? We've been on the train for 10 minutes, we aren't even to Hogwarts yet," she said, wiping her mouth with her sleeve in a rudimentary way at the same time. The girl known as Indie, whose full name was Indiana Bloomsbury, was a bit of a shocking character, really. She was gorgeous, elegant, and kind on the outside, but once you get to know her, she was loud, rude, and slightly obnoxious. They loved her anyway. 

Cleo rolled her ultramarine blue eyes. "That doesn't mean I can't be bored already," she muttered.

"Read a book," Luna shouted, her grey eyes not leaving the page of the divination textbook she was glued to. She constantly shoved her platinum blonde hair behind her ear, as a strand would always escape and fall in front of her eyes. After 6 times, she simply groaned and put her hair up into a bun before muttering, "I'm gonna shave my whole head soon, I swear."

Ambrosia, a tan girl with curly dark brown hair and warm brown eyes simply sighed and closed her eyes, attempting to get in a nap, which the other three girls knew would not be accomplished.

"Hello ladies," a deep voice called as their compartment door opened. Ambrosia groaned and turned on her side, curling her legs into a fetal position away from the door as she tried to get sleep.

"'Ello Jamsie, you're lookin' lovely today," Indie grinned and winked at James Potter, whose brown hair and glasses were all askew.

"You know what I would look even better in?" he grinned, but Indie cut him off. "Absolutely nothin-"

"Let's get something straight James," Indie started, putting her hand up. "I'm not."

"I know that, dear, I'm just saying, if you change your mind-"

"Not a chance in hell, James. Besides, what would Lily say?" Indie smirked, but let it fall slightly when James groaned and put his head into his hands.

"And what do we have here?" another boy entered the compartment. Surely, Cleo thought, they were soon to reach their maximum of people soon.

The boy that entered was none other than Sirius Black, the infamous playboy and prankster, of whom Cleo was utterly in love with. He was tall, with tan skin, shoulder-length black hair, and eyes so dark, you would have thought they were owned by Satan himself. He was so dark, but in the best possible way.

Ever since she could remember, Cleo had been in love with him. There wasn't a time when she didn't think she loved him, because he had always been a part of her life. They were best friends, and unfortunately to Cleo, that was all.

Sirius plopped down lazily on the seat beside Cleo, throwing his arm carelessly around her shoulders, to which Cleo stopped breathing.

"Long time no see, Cleopatra," Sirius smirked at her. Her face was red, but she grinned nonetheless. "That's not my name," she stated.