Blowing her snow white bangs out of her eyes, Éclair Adele shoved her thimble body through the train, trying to find an empty compartment with her frivolous companion, Kindreth, whom she referred to as "Kitty." Slowly lagging behind them was Remus Lupin, a childhood friend of theirs.
"Oye! You ladies sure slither around rather fast," breathed Remus, looking rather frumpy and out of breath. He slid into their compartment where Éclair and Kitty were talking nonchalantly about returning to school for their sixth year.
"Sorry darling Remmi-poo," purred Kitty, stroking his cheek with a slender, pale hand. Remus frowned at the nickname she used to address him but decided to wave it off with a smile. He sat back on the bench and gazed at the two females sitting across from him. They were each other's halves, and were rarely seen without the other. They looked almost identical with their creamy pale skin and cheeks that were always tinted a blush pink. Both let their hair flow in long locks, but Kitty had jet-black hair that strode down stick-straight whereas Éclair carried thin wavy caresses of hair that looked bleached white in the sunlight. He grinned to himself as he watched them talk. They could pass for twins, but their personalities were oddly twisted, and were the polar opposite of each other. They had the same body postures and the same thin, petite figures, making them look like delicate, porcelain dolls he thought to himself. He blushed as he imagined kis---
"OYE! MY LOVELY MATES!" An all too familiar obnoxious voice boomed as the messy raven-haired boy of sixteen years slammed the compartment door open and grinned idiotically at the crew. Remus lost his train of thought and stared with his eyebrow cocked at James Potter, trying to stifle a snigger trying to escape out of his lips.
"Miss me sunshine?" questioned Sirius with his trademark smirk plastered on his face as he strode in and sat next to Éclair.
"Darling," started Éclair as she stared at him with an apathetic expression. "In your disgustingly, perverted, child-like wet dreams would I miss you. Ah, and I do believe your seat is down there." She pointed to the far back end of the train. "On the railroad tracks where you can get run over by a passing vehicle, that is."
"That rather hurts my nonexistent feelings, love." Sirius lagged on, with sarcasm dripping in his words, and false hurt quivering in his stormy grey eyes. He grabbed his chest making him look like he was mortally wounded and stuck the back of his other hand to his forehead, looking like an overdramatic soap opera actor. James sat next to Remus and whipped his arm around his shoulder.
"So Moony, my dear old lad, I do believe that you have been spending these first fifteen minutes or so before the train departed with these two beautiful women. Am I correct, sir?" James asked, his eyes glinted with mischief.
"Well obviously Prongs. As you saw earlier, we were the only people in here, but then again, it might take longer for your "slow" mind to interpret your surroundings, no?" Sirius and Kitty enjoyably laughed at his remark.
"Hmph" Scoffed James. "I'd say that's plenty time for a good shag." He said while breaking out into a wide grin. Sirius whistled, carefully scanning the trio up and down.
"Now that you mention it Padfoot, their hair and clothing do seem a bit, out of order, if I may say." Replied Sirius in a semi-concerned tone.
"No you may not say that," Remus gritted out angrily. "You know better than I that we share a platonic relationship."
Éclair suppressed a smile while Kitty crawled on top of Remus' lap.
"Well of course we have a platonic relationship Remmi-poo" she said as she giggled in his ear. She looked like a little kitten playing with a ball of yarn. Unfortunately, Remus was the yarn. She leaned over and pecked him on the lips, and sat back down in her seat as Éclair got up and swished her hair behind her ear with her hand, bending down so that she was face to face with Remus. She smiled as she brushed her lips against his and went to sit next to Kitty who was smirking at all three Marauders.
"Totally platonic" she managed to breathe out though her fits of giggles.
"Moony you little man-slut." James said with his mouth agape. If only Evans would let her true feelings out and do that.
"James, I highly doubt that those are her true feelings, rather the opposite of that." Éclair said, twisting a thin strand of wispy hair around her forefinger. Sirius was still unrecovered from the shocking scene and stared at Éclair, baffled, as he replayed it over and over again in his mind like a movie film.
"B…Bu..You…He..Kiss…Not…Me…What?" He muttered to himself.
"Oye! How come you can't even so much as lovingly embrace me, but you can lock lips with Moony. I mean, I understand he's just so God damn handsomely beautiful, but come on, I'm a Sex God."
"It was a mere kiss Black. Don't get your panties in a bunch now. Besides, he's like a brother to me, it was a friendly peck." Replied Éclair lazily.
"I don't understand at all. Now I have to go find a gorgeous damsel to have hot, steamy, angry sex."
"You go do that Black," the a fiery read head said as she strode into the compartment, her emerald eyes ablaze with amusement and disgust.
