"Sirius Orion Black! You leave your sister alone this instant!" screeched Walburga Black. Even to Sirius, a stick thin eleven year old boy who had never seen so much as a picture of a harpy, his mother resembled his idea remarkably. He wasn't even guilty this time. All he was doing to Meda was asking a few questions.
"I'm not even doing anything!" protested Sirius. The dark-haired girl standing next to him sighed in exasperation.
"How dare you argue with me! One would hope you might have retained some of the manners I taught you, but apparently not."
"You taught me? Oh really? Because I-"
"Mum. Siri. Please don't fight." interrupted Meda. Walburga's eyes watered slightly as she began to fuss over her daughter. Only a bit away, two girls were arguing heatedly, and past them an older couple adoring were ruffling the hair of a boy.
"Andromeda. Remember to owl me about the yarn as soon as you can, try to keep your brother out of trouble, and ask the Headmaster about your cat. Understood?" said Walburga. Andromeda smiled and nodded her understanding. With a last wave to her parents, Meda followed her twin on to the train.
Meda sat with her pale legs tucked into her lap and her wand out. The pile of yarn in her lap was lazily knitting itself, and the blonde girl across from her was staring curiously. Sirius had chosen to sit with a black-haired boy that their mother would have called a hooligan. His twin had ventured two compartments down and settled. It had been empty when she had first entered, but now the blonde girl sat with her. Eleven years of pureblood etiquette kicked in.
"Hello. I'm Andromeda, Andromeda Black." said Meda.
"Marlene McKinnon." the blonde replied. "I don't mean to be rude, but you have an absolutely awful first name."
"Call me Meda. Everyone does 'cept my mum and dad. And to be fair, your name is really kind of awful as well."
"Call me Marley. Everybody does."
"The McKinnons are purebloods."
"So are the Blacks."
"Very true." replied Meda with a laugh. Sirius could abandon her all he pleased, but she had a friend now. "Exploding Snap? I've got a deck." Marley nodded, and so a great friendship began. When the train finally arrived at Hogwarts, no one paid much attention to the two laughing girls with the exception of a very upset twin. Meda knew that her actions would have repercussions, and fully expected a speech. For the first time in her whole eleven years, she didn't care what her brother thought.