Chapter one
Marceline Thorne wasn't tall, and her thick, black as night hair flowed in waves down her back; swinging back forth at her hips as she walked lazily down the Hogwarts Charms corridor - attempting to balance her text book on her head.
It wasn't rare for Marceline to develop sudden illnesses in charms class which required her to visit the school nurse. It also was no coincidence. She found charms rather tedious as she'd read ahead in her charms textbook.
Marceline prided herself in her desire to consume knowledge, and she vividly remember her first day at Hogwarts, where the sorting hat went back and forth for a good ten minutes debating whether to put her in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Slytherin - like her twin sister Hera. Eventually the hat ruled out Slytherin and just contemplated Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
The whole room was silent, she remembered, and Marceline supposed that at least the teachers and front for of remaining un-housed students could hear the muttering of the sorting hat.
Finally he placed her in Gryffindor and Dumbledore jested about having 'enough time for dessert if it carried on like this'/
Marceline lost her train of though around the same time she lost the book from atop her head.
Something had rushed past her in a black blur.
"Oh! Whoops, sorry," the blur said from behind her.
She turned around to pick up her book and came face to… chest with the mystery blur.
He was holding her book and hopping from toe to toe, glancing over the top of Marceline's head.
"In a hurry?" She said as she snatched her book from his hands.
For the first time her looked down at her, his hazel eyes meeting her blue ones.
The blur smirked, "as a matter of fact, I am. There may have been a small incident including Filch and an infestation of snaggle-bat beetles in the transfiguration corridor."
He started look over her head again.
Which wasn't hard, considering her head only came up to his shoulders.
"I don't think we've met," he held out a hand. "I'm Sirius Black." Marceline shook his hand and rolled her eyes.
"Of course we've met you moron. I'm a Gryffindor, you're a Gryffindor… We've been sharing the same common room for four years."
He smirked at me again.
"Well have you got a name little witch?"
Marceline huffed.
"Don't patronise me, I'm only a year younger than you. And my name is Marceline Thorne."
A grin spread over Sirius' face. "Now we're getting somewhere!"
Filch was shouting Sirius' name from the adjacent corridor.
Sirius Black physically jumper and looked down at Marceline again. He bowed.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to depart now." He started running off down the corridor she had just come from.
"See you around Marcy!"
Marceline huffed again. "Don't call me that, Black!" She yelled just as Filch hobbled past her.