The first of 100 one-word prompts! Uploaded as a gift to myself (and yourselves of course~) for finally enrolling in class for college~!
I don't own any of these characters as they belong to the lovely and wonderful Lady Rowling.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did while writing it!
Sirius Orion Black had known James Harold Potter for many years; such was the ways of the pure-blooded society.
They were distant cousins once removed or was it thrice replaced? Sirius didn't really care either way as he and James were nearly inseparable.
And now they were headed to one of the most magical places in the world.
But first, they had to endure an arduous seven hour train ride from London to somewhere in northern Scotland, so the two boys hiked up their robes and set off to meet as many of their potential dorm mates as possible.
The first two had been a rather odd couple. A rather pretty red headed girl who just screamed Ravenclaw was sitting amicably with a greasy old Slytherin, who had (as Sirius would later tell it) hissed at them before they even had the door open.
Bypassing any compartments with similar greasy old Slytherins (and any odd Hufflepuffs), James and Sirius met quite a handful of interesting people.
A large black boy, whose chest was nearly as broad as James and Sirius themselves and biceps just as impressive, was the first of their handful. He'd introduced himself as Kingsley Shacklebot and told them that he was a third year Gryffindor.
The two most notable of the people James and Sirius had met were ordinary and plain looking. The first was a pudgy boy named Peter Pettigrew, who, though was a pure-blood like James and Sirius themselves, was not of the same caliber.
Peter had short, neatly cut blond hair and sweets bought off the candy trolley falling out of his pockets. He introduced himself excitedly and nearly tripped over his robes that were a tad too long (and which were obviously meant for him to grow into).
The second was a scrawny brunet who had dark circles under his eyes and seemed to look like death warmed-up. Remus Lupin was a half-blood whose father had been originally from a pure-blooded lineage until he runaway with his Muggleborn wife and concocted Remus himself. He shook both their hands (both noticing the steady trembling as they did) amicably.
"I don't suppose you know what Houses you two are going to be Sorted into do you?" Sirius asked as he sat opposite of Remus, snagging a licorice wand from Peter.