So… This is another Sirius/OC. Yep. You heard right. I'm sorry! I'm just obsessed with him :O Right so I've been tossing this idea around for quite some time. Hope you like! Yes? REVIEW!
"Phoenix Calypso Kent! Get your pa-too-tee down here or you'll miss the train!"
I know, what a name. What were my parents thinking?
Greek. They were thinking in Greek.
Phoenix is a stupid Greek fire bird and Calypso means 'legendary sea nymph'. If you're wondering what on earth a sea nymph is, ask my parents, the Greek mythology crazies (well… I'm required to call them professors). But then they'd launch into another lecture on the importance of the nymph in the modern world. The only thing that isn't old or weird about my name is the fact that a sea nymph is on the Starbucks logo. But that logo's weird anyway so it doesn't count.
"GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT! STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR HAIR AND LET'S LEAVE!" my mother's screams continued.
Ugh… doesn't she realize it takes time to make myself look mildly presentable?
"NIX! We have to leave now! It's ten-thirty!" I heard my older brother's aggravated voice calling from the hallway.
My hair, a shimmering auburn that sits in long ringlets, was as usual, a mess. I sighed, choosing to focus on my best feature—my eyes. They're so deep blue they look purple. And they're large. Very large. Like a scared deer.
"NIX!"
I quickly pinned up two curly strands and I stood.
"You take for-ev-er to get ready!" my seventh year brother, Alexander, said between reverberating hits to the door. I 'lovingly' call Alexander "Pizza" because of a certain incident in an Italian restaurant called The Luna Rosa in London.
I tossed my muggle backpack over my shoulder, crossed the room in easy strides and flung open the door suddenly. Pizza paused mid-sentence, his mouth hanging slack. His caramel hair was cut decently short and he'd semi-spiked it in the front. His tall stature was accentuated by muscles from all those hours on the Quidditch pitch. His easy smile was masked by surprise and his shining blue eyes were wide open with momentary alarm.
"Finished!" I called cheerily to him and shut the door behind me with a snap. "You can move now, Pizza," I teased and poked him in the stomach. He jerked away and glared at me playfully.
"KIDS! TO THE CAR!" my mother's voice echoed through the large house.
I dashed back inside my small room to snatch my stuffed trunk. I took a last fleeting glance at my room. Posters of all sorts—Chudley Cannons moving posters, muggle dance posters, pictures famous paintings blown up to extreme detail, "Save the endangered Red Pandas" posters—filled my green-painted wall space. Stray socks, candy wrappers, dirty clothes and other random items littered the floor. Books were stacked haphazardly on almost every surface. The window facing east had the curtains drawn so that the sun filtered through them and bathed the room in mesmerizing green glow.
"You're forgetting something pretty important, Nix," Pizza said mockingly with an evil smirk.
"What?" I cried, looking down wildly, making sure I remembered to put my pants on.
"God, you're thick," he said, pushing past me into my room. He stood at the window seat, pointing at something… something…
My dog!
How could I forget my dog? He weighs more than I do and I'm built like a quiddich player.
"C'mon, Bear! Here boy!" I said slapping my leg. He lifted his majestic head and the light played off it like he himself was the sun. His melted chocolate eyes were glazed over with sleep and every strand his white, fluffy, signature Great Pyrenees Mountain Dog fur was shining. Bear decided he didn't want to get left and stood, shook himself off (sending fine, short hair floating everywhere) and hopped down from the window seat, light on his padded paws.
"CAR!" shrieked my mom again. "NOW!"
"The mother calls," said Pizza and he steered me out of the doorway.
We found the source of the screaming at the base of the stairs. My mum stood in the foyer, her bony hands on her hips in that signature mother way. Her dyed (yet strangely natural looking) hair was falling out of her ponytail in misbehaving strands. She was a plump woman, and short. Her good-natured face was present in all of my most fond childhood memories. She is a good mother. Sweet, kind, caring, gentle, loving—like all mothers in this world should be. But she had her rules and those rules ought to be followed, whether you like it or not.
"Get to the car! Your father is waiting!" she said as we mounted the stairs. Pizza, who had been seventeen for a month, was now well over-age, so he levitated my trunk down the stair in head of us. Bear trotted down behind the trunk, staring at it quirkily.
"Hurry! Hurry!" she said again, waving her hands emphatically.
"We're hurrying! We're hurrying!" I said in defense. We finally reached her and I pulled my trunk along by its top handle.
"Oh, do hurry, Calypso!" said Mum as she trotted beside me. My mum was dead-set on naming me Calypso, but my dad hated it. "She imprisoned Odysseus! She was a titan's daughter!" was his argument. I hate it either way. My mum dug her heels in; however, saying I was beautiful like a nymph. It was settled that would be my middle name and my father was at liberty to choose my first. That's how I ended up with a crazy name like "Phoenix" and the insane combination "Phoenix Calypso".
We finally reached the garage and the car was already started. My father and younger sister, Selene, were already buckled in.
"Oh…" moaned mum. "You'll surely miss it!"
"Don't pop a blood vessel, mum!" said Pizza and pecked her on the cheek.
"Ba-bye, Alexander, Calypso! Love you!" mum said hugging us tightly.
"Love you, too, Mum!" we said simultaneously.
Pizza hefted my suitcase into the trunk of the car where my siblings' were already.
"Shotgun!" Pizza called. "No…" I moaned. "I get all carsick in the back seat!"
"Alex! Let your sister in the front!" my mum scolded.
With considerable complaining, he obliged and we re-said our goodbyes and climbed into the car. Pizza had to literally fold himself up to get into the backseat. Bear hopped into the vacant seat in the back. My tall, broad-shouldered father inclined his head towards me. His rectangular glasses caught a glare as he considered me teasingly.
"Ready?" he said energetically.
"Absolutely!" I replied with a smile.
"Took you long enough!" Selene interjected. Dad started the car and the rather small red Volkswagen hatchback began to vibrate underneath me. He opened the garage and began to back out.
"Yeah. In four years it'll take you twice as long, Renny," I said, craning my head around the tan leather headrest. She scoffed and rolled down the window to say more goodbyes. Lenny is in second year and is quite the… well… girl. A girly girl. It drives me crazy. I guess all younger sisters do.
Of course, my dad being a muggle, my father had to drive to the station. It took for-ev-er! Though thankfully, I heard Pizza muttering different charms and 'incredibly' afterwards a light would turn green or a slow car pick up the pace or an old lady with a walker suddenly decided she didn't have to cross the street. Just like magic! (A/N: quote—Lockhart; Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets)
By the time we reached the station, it was ten-till-eleven. The whole Kent family burst out of the Volkswagen, grabbed a trolley and high-tailed it to Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters. We didn't even stop between platforms nine and ten, I just continued running at break-neck speed through the barrier. Very incognito.
Even after six times of melting through that solid brick wall, I still freak out when I don't crash into the wall. I blame the muggle in me. So I burst through the barrier screaming my head off. And because I'm the fastest of my family, I was the first through. Yeah. Back to the screaming. I was screaming myself hoarse and I melted through the barrier.
**Note to self: When entering Platform 9 3/4, speed is not lost when going through barrier.**
And let me tell you, you can pick up some wicked speed on those trolleys. I was sent into the familiar back abyss of travelling from London to Platform 9 ¾ and –
BAM!
I heard strong cuss words I would get yelled at for saying and I opened my eyes. I was sprawled on the concrete ground, my trolley cart tipped over, my trunk busted open and Bear standing by, a look that said he thought this was the most hilarious thing ever. What the heck did I hit?
I heard more cussing and, "Get off me, idiot!"
I realized I was on someone.
"Oh! Sorry!" I said, jumping up and dusting myself off. The rest of my family was entering behind me but they all managed to swerve out of the way before hitting us. I looked down to see another person's junk laid out much in the same way as mine was—everywhere. But when I saw who it was, I started freaking out.
Sirius Black.
Sirius freaking God's-gift-to-all-women-ages-12-to-22 Black.
Oh.
My.
Merlin.
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