Smile Lines {Sirius Black}

Chapter Two

AT THE BREAK OF DAWN ON SEPTEMBER 1ST the Dixon family left for London. It was a foggy morning and while driving to the train station Desdemona was clouded with worry about going to a new school. All was moving smoothly until the Dixons arrived at King's Cross Station as there seemed to be no platform 9 3/4, so they wandered for hours. When Desdemona asked different people about the platform they just knitted their eyebrows at her as if questioning her sanity. Finally, Desdemona saw a group of people her age with the same type of items she had on her cart, causing her to follow them. In shock, Desdemona realized that she was going to have to run into a wall. Her parents and her brother refused to do such a thing so they said their goodbyes and Desdemona raced into the brick wall with her cart.

Platform 9 3/4 was filled with people of a large variety of ages. Desdemona felt small in such a crowded area. She made her way onto the Hogwarts Express at 10:55 to find a compartment, but it seemed as though everywhere was full. After searching for a while, she finally came across a compartment with one boy in it who happened to have the messiest hair Desdemona had ever seen, his hazel eyes were famed by square glasses.

"Hullo there, my name is Desdemona Dixon. Can I sit here?" Desdemona offered the boy a small smile.

"Of course, James Potter," he held out his hand for Desdemona to shake.

"It's nice to meet you, are you a first year too?"

"Yes I am!"

"Are you as nervous as I am?" Desdemona fumbled with the hem of her shirt.

"Nope, I tend to be loved wherever I go, especially by the ladies. I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other," James said with a wink and a smirk.

"I don't know what you're trying to do, but you look like an idiot, you realize you're eleven, right? Desdemona raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"One is never too young to begin the game. Well, it was worth a try," he shrugged, "are you a muggle-born witch?"

"Excuse me? What did you just call me?"

"Muggle-born, muggles are people with no magic abilities."

"Oh, I guess I am."

"Really? Have you ever been in an aeroplane?"

"Yes, of course! You haven't?"

"No! What's it like?"

"Well you see-"

The compartment door slid open to show a boy with black hair, grey eyes, and a wide playful smile.

"Sorry, only compartment I could find. Sirius Black," he strutted in after announcing himself and sat down next to James.

"James Potter," Desdemona soon realized both boys had the same mischievous twinkle in their eyes.

"Wait, Sirius like the star?" Desdemona asked.

"Yes, the brightest star, may I add," Sirius said with a wink.

"Desdemona Dixon, pleasure to meet you," Desdemona leaned back into her seat, she was enjoying meeting new people.

As the train ride went on the three first years became fast friends and quickly realized they are shared similar pranking interests. James and Sirius had loads of stories about their families and magic which Desdemona was intrigued by.

"And then I got so angry at the muggle man for doubting me, I, without meaning to of course, I'm an angel, anyways so I made the mousse he had been carrying fall onto his wife's head," Sirius motioned his arms and copied the woman's distressed face.