𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 [𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍]

Chapter Three: Have You Met Snivellus?

‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ ･⋆✵⋆･ ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾

"Is it okay if I sit here?"

Sirius had lost sight of him when he disappeared off the platform but the boy with the glasses and messy hair was now standing at the open door of Sirius's compartment.

"Sure." Sirius said, making room for him.

The redheaded girl sniffed again.

"What's wrong with her?" the boy mouthed, inclining his head towards her.

"Dunno." Sirius mouthed back.

"I'm James Potter, by the way." he said, louder this time, after staring at the crying girl a little longer.

"Sirius Black." Sirius nodded.

"Nice owl." James added, pointing to the space next to Sirius where Zephyr was sitting in her cage, attacking a handful of owl treats and scattering crumbs everywhere.

"Thanks."

"I asked Dad to get me one too but he said he's got something more useful for me." James Potter said as he plopped himself down on the seat. "Then he bailed out on me."

"He probably just forgot." Sirius said.

"You don't know my dad. He's not a very good role model." James said with a smile.

Sirius refrained from mentioning that he was eavesdropping on their conversation on the platform earlier because only freaks do that and showing that you're a freak doesn't make for very good first impressions. Everybody knows that.

"You wanna play Wizard Chess? I've got a set in my trunk." James added when the silence stretched on a little longer than was comfortable.

Sirius wasn't very good at chess but he was glad for something to do. "Sure." he said.

"Mom gave it to me for getting into Hogwarts." James explained, pulling out the set from his trunk. It wasn't new but it looked well cared for. "I didn't think I'd use it much but it's good for passing time."

James was very easy to get along with and him and Sirius hit it off easily. They were playing their third or fourth round when the door of the compartment slid open again. James was too absorbed in making his next move and didn't look up at the new comer but Sirius did.

The boy was sallow faced and very pale, and his greasy black hair framed his face like a pair of curtains made of oil. He was already in his Hogwarts robes.

He sat down next to the crying girl. She glanced at him once and turned back to the window. "I don't want to talk to you." she sniffed.

Before Sirius could follow their conversation more, James nudged him to let him know it was his turn.

"Oi, James. It's your turn." Sirius said after playing. 

"Right, sorry." James muttered before looking down at the board.

"You'd better be in Slytherin."

"Slytherin?!" said James suddenly, turning to the boy and girl, looking completely disgusted. "Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" The last part was for Sirius.