James Fleamont Potter waved to his parents before getting on the Hogwarts express. He was so excited to finally be going to Hogwarts. But it did kinda suck that first years couldn't play Quidditch. But, like he had heard some muggles saying a few days ago, whatevs. It was still Hogwarts.
James knew he would be in Gryffindor. Because, I mean, why wouldn't he be there? He was brave and smart, and not to mention amazingly good-looking. And, of course, extremely modest. James fingered the dungbombs in his pocket and thought of where to put them. He looked around. The prefect compartments? No. Maybe the first year compartments? No. The… just then, he walked into someone.
"Hey, watch it." he muttered. Then he checked to see if the fragile dungbombs had cracked. Yep. They had. So he did the only thing he could think of-he threw them onto the person, who he had knocked into. And they exploded. To tell you the truth, though, even if it made James' nostrils burn with the smell, it did do the other kid some good-the bomb, though a stink bomb, did also shower people with dust, and so that dust covered his greasy black hair, making it a non-greasy mousy brown; and the dust that had settled into his skin made him have a more alive look in his otherwise, pale face. But the kid must have not realized the positive effects of the dungbomb, for he gave James a death glare.
Just then, a pretty redhead came running to the boys, and she stopped near the greasy almost-snivelling kid.
"Sev! What happened to you?"
'Sev' turned to James and once more gave him a death glare. "Him."
The pretty redhead turned and gave him a death glare too. Wow. He sure was getting a lot of death glares today."How dare you set off a dungbomb on. My. Best. Friend! I shall have to report you to a prefect!"
"Yeah. What Lily said." 'Sev' said, agreeing with Lily.
"How about we all forget this ever happened, and you and I," James said, pointing to Lily, " we go on a date."
Lily laughed. "You and I. Go on a date? When pigs fly!"
"Do you think you should tell her that pigs do fly?" whispered a voice into James's ear. He twirled around and took his wand out. Behind him stood a smirking boy, with long dark brown hair that was of course not messy at all. Ha! Handsome, and with messy hair … I'm perfect.
"I'm Sirius," he said.
"Serious about what?" asked James confused. "Serious about telling Lily here that in the wizarding world, pigs do fly?"
James could practically see Lily's expression-eyes opened wide, mouth forming words, but no sound coming out. He would bet money that she was making that face.
"Come on Severus. Let's go. We don't need to bother these annoying toerags any longer," she said to Sev-no, Severus, and then you could hear them stomp away.
James spun around. "Wait, does that mean you'll go on a date with me?" he shouted, but Lily didn't answer.
Someone patted him on the back. It was that smirking kid again.
"Let's go find a compartment, and then we can talk, how about that? Oh, by the way, that was one wicked prank back there."
James grinned. 'Yeah. It was," he then realized that he had never introduced himself. "Hi, I'm James."
The kid grinned back. "Well, my name is Sirius. S-I-R-I-U-S." then, the kid, Sirius pulled something out of his pocket. A dungbomb. "Wanna go prank someone with me?" he asked.
"You betcha."