Sirius Black waited impatiently at the Gryffindor table as the First Years dragged on with their housing ceremony. It had been a pain in the arse ever since his Third Year—getting over puberty meant getting over the midgets—and they became nothing more than a nuisance; even more at exceptional events like 'the feast'. 'The feast' was probably, no cross that, the best damn meal they bothered to serve in Hogwarts. It paid off for every ghastly piece of shit they put on the tables to get students to hurry off to class—to get to the real stuff, you have to go straight to the source (where the food had not yet been contaminated in the storage) which is the Kitchen of course. That place had saved Black and his friends from a life long suspension of diarrhea and constipation.
"Finally, the Z's!" James said in triumph, drawing a reluctant Sirius out of his reverie—involving the pre-maturing female sitting no far away at the Hufflepuff table. "The Y's were enormous this year."
"You'd think they couldn't get any rounder," Sirius clicked his tongue and shook his shaggy—but unbelievably handsome—head in disapproval.
Peter snickered and Remus looked wearily at him—though, the concealed smile threw him off.
"Zahakis, Lance," the voice of the Sorting Hat echoed through the silent halls, "Ravenclaw!"
A louder than usual round of applause flourished.
"A moment of fame for the Z's," Sirius smirked, picking up his fork and waving it in the air. "But then again'—he added with a sigh—'the last kid usually always gets beat up."
The applause was wine before execution. Making everyone wait just because you're born with the last letter of the alphabet was not a feel-good-in-the-morning thing.
Just then, an old gray man in a pointed witch's hat and emerald green robes stood up and tapped his spoon to his goblet. Professor Dumbledore spoke.
"I am dearly sorry that I must be the one to dishearten you of a delayed feast," his sincere and broken voice seemed to blanket over the murmurs as well as the cusses. "But'—his eyes twinkled with delight—'I am not, however, sorry to declare that we have an exchanged student after ninety years of waiting…"
"Ninety years of waiting? Waiting for what?" James hissed.
Sirius shrugged.
"I am proud to introduce you to your new classmate, Eydolon Lupin!"
Almost immediately, the doors to the Grand Hall—usually opened by five ogres or heavy magic—flung forward, revealing the woman standing behind it. She was wearing muggle attires and levitating a brown suitcase a few feet in front of her. As Sirius looked at her sauntering form, he could not help but feel his jaw drop.
The girl was breathtaking.
Her skin was perfect and olive toned, her hair—black and thick. She wore a black tank that stopped at her flat belly and a denim miniskirt only inches past her hips. Below that skirt were a pair of long, hot, glistening thighs—any woman's dream to have and any man's dream to stroke. Sirius gripped the bench under his fingers.
"That's your bloody sister?!" James snapped at Remus, who merely shrugged and looked away.
The girl walked up to Professor Dumbledore and whispered something into his ear—McGonagall looked disgruntled, apparently shocked at the disrespectful gesture. The headmaster beamed and nodded. Then once again, tapped his goblet—although unneeded seeing that everyone's eyes were on the woman standing next to him.
"Miss. Lupin has informed me that she was running a little late. So she apologizes for the rude interruption. She has traveled a long way from Italy to grace us with her presence'—at this, Eydolon flushed pink which Sirius thought was very cute—'and will be staying for the remainder of the school year. She will be joining the Six Years and the Gryffindor house."
"Perfect," Sirius said, a wolfish grin imprinted on his lips.
Dumbledore waved, with a bony hand, to the table situated on the far right of the room. As the girl walked to her cheering housemates, Sirius noticed just how gracefully she carried herself. She walked as if she floated. He couldn't help but grin even larger. Just how graceful she'd be in bed, that's what he wanted to know.
He also noted, with pleasure, that she was coming straight towards him—or rather, Remus. Sirius softly laughed to himself. He'd never been so glad he was best friends with the werewolf.
"Hi, Remus," Eydolon smiled as she place a hand on her brother's shoulder.
Remus looked up at her in delight. "Hello, Eydie."
Sirius immediately shot up from his seat and held out a hand. "Eydie, huh? I'm…"
But before he could finish his sentence, Dumbledore's voice butted in, cutting him short.
"Alright, I will not delay you any longer. The feast may begin." He clapped his old wrinkled hands.
The food materialized and everyone dove for the buffalo drumsticks. Sirius grabbed a fitful of Peter's hair and leaned down to whisper sharply into his ear. "Five drumsticks minimum. I don't care if you have to kill."
The mouse of boy nodded quickly before rushing from his seat to retrieve food for Sirius and himself. Having the Animagus of a rat made it handy when scavenging for food.
Sirius snickered and stood up, only to find that Eydie was no longer there. He glanced around fretfully before hearing a beautiful, almost inhuman, voice talking behind him. She was speaking to her brother in a low and hushed tone—only to be interrupted by Sirius as he wedged himself in beside Remus.
"Hey there, mate. Why don't you introduce me to your much too good-looking sister?" Sirius suggested with a smirk as he plopped an elbow on his friend's shoulder.
"Sirius, Eydie. Eydie, Sirius," Remus said grudgingly, obviously not pleased that his best friend was so opening flirting with his sister.
Sirius was too busy looking at the girl to take the hint. She was even more stunning up close—her eyes were in the clearest shade of blue, her lips were full and naturally glossed, her cheekbones defined, her eyebrows arched and her eyelashes were like feather dusters, dark and thick and terribly seductive. Sirius wondered if she had some Veela in her blood that apparently did not appear in Remus.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Sirius Black. Remus had said much about you," she said in that soothing, velvety voice of hers.
Sirius barked a laugh. "I hope he only spoke of the goods."
Eydie smiled in good humor. "He said you're quite handsome."
Sirius laughed—then grimaced, looking as if he just has some dreadful luck with a Flavor Bean. "Oh, you think so, do ya, Moony?"
Remus chuckled. "Eydie, I merely said that Padfoot is rather popular amongst the ladies and had many girlfriends." He emphasized on the 'many'.
"Oh, is that what you said?" Eydie looked surprised. "Then, you mean, Sirius is a womanizer?"
"Ye—"
"No!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Then how do you explain your wild stories of late night visits to the girl's dorm?" Remus asked teasingly. "And a different house too… every few weeks?"
Eydie played along—looking at Sirius with raised eyebrows and a questioning gaze.
"Hey! They're the ones who're all over me, not the other way around!" Sirius protested. "It's not like I begged them to sleep with me."
Remus frowned. "True, but you are responsible for the majority of heart breaks in Hogwarts."
"Not a good reputation, Black," Eydie waged a finger in front of Sirius's face.
Suddenly smirking, Sirius reached out and playfully nipped the tip of her index finger—which quickly retreated and hid in the nook of her elbow. "Bite me," he said in a husky whisper.
Eydie's face paled.
Sirius blinked. The color was such a contraction to her normal olive skin tone that it looked as if she was going to hurl. Then, as quickly as it appeared, it vanished without a trace.
"You know, I'm feeling pretty hungry. I didn't even have time to have lunch yet," Eydie said out of the blue and grabbed a drumstick from Sirius's plate.
Before Sirius could protest, she took a big bite and chewed. He seemed amiably surprised as he watched the beauty queen turn into a raging carnival—even if it was an awfully pretty one. But as far as he was concerned right now, buffalo drumsticks were not safe around that chick. It he didn't watch his plate he'd probably eat up chewing on cabbage tonight.
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A/N : yee, im pretty proud of myself on this one. tell me if you like it or not. please PLEASE review. flames, sure, go ahead.. i just want your opinion :)