“I’m not Evans!” she yelled back looking frazzled. She of course, with her grey-blue eyes and alabaster skin she was not Evans at all. She climbed into the compartment, stepped over Sirius’s lounging legs and sat down in the empty seat beside Remus Lupin.
 
 

“What’s up with Evans? Doesn’t want to see me?” he said airily.
“Doesn’t want to hex you more like. She’s still pissed about Tuesday, “ she said, smiling.
“Aw, that was nothing! Just a bit of fun!”
“You jinxed two first years!”
“They had it coming!”
“This will be interesting-“
“They were arrogant little berks!”
“Remind you of anyone?” she said, raising her eyebrows.
 

“Wake up!” Vi yelled as she jumped onto Sirius’s bed.
“What the? Gerroff-“
“Not until I decide whether you’re a prat or not.”
 
 

Sirius’s questions echoed in her head along with his tortured expression from the night before.
What makes him any different?