The Train Ride

I looked over to her again. She was an alarming sight to behold. Her auburn hair fell deliciously over her shoulders and her smoldering green eyes aimed at me yet again. I don't know why she looked away from me in disgust. It wasn't normal female behavior. I hadn't done anything to cause such resentment from her, yet there she sat occasionally sending me contemptuous glares.

"So what did you say your name was?" asked Sirius to the boy sitting next to the red headed beastly female.

I turned my face to this boy to see he was quite comical. He was certainly not handsome, just an ordinary boy with a slightly over sized head. James accidently let a chuckle emit from his mouth.

"Peter Pettigrew, Yours?" he asked looking to me.

My eyes looking over to the girl again I stated, "I would also like to keep my name unmentioned,"

That caught her attention she turned from the window back to face me. She sighed looking me over then held out her hand, "Lily Evans,"

"Oh, I did not ask to learn your name," I stated eyeing her.

If she was going to act so ruddy disrespectable so could I, probably more so then she could. I had years of experience dealing with my parents after all. They could be the most impertinent and disregarding wizards in the society.

"Well in that case, I hope I have not bored you with such facts," she said her mouth open in a condescending smile.

"Names never did phase me, or flowers," I answered sitting back straighter in my seat.

"Well I certainly hope not people would think you sentimental," she answered coyly.

"That never was one of my virtues," I retorted back. She would be silenced by that.

"Clearly you are missing quite a few," she said looking back out the window smiling.

Sirius eyed me his mouth open in mock alarm. Peter was shuffling his feet awkwardly, while Remus was messaging the bridge between his eyes.

"Inform me on which ones, I lack!" I said in astonished horror.

"You lack Patience, Sentiment, Reticent, Intelligence, and Humility!" she rattled off turning back to glare intensely at me.

"How so?" I asked in marvel.

"You clearly do not take the time to speak others but would rather impatiently brand them unworthy. Your responses are mechanical and restrained. You have neither manners nor modesty. All in all you are an unbearable person to speak with." She said breathlessly.

Was I really like that? How could she ramble off such horrifying characteristics? I felt my mouth drop in bewilderment. Plopping it shut I focused on my comeback.

"Well, Miss Evans I feel you yourself share such qualities. Might I add your knack for degrading others and your lack of decency?" I called back.

Her cheeks reddened and she turned away. Good, let her have her own shameful moment of humiliating splendor.

The topics soon changed thanks to Remus. I had gathered a liking for the fellow. He was intelligent and amusing. His ideas were rational and realistic. Unlike my own Romanticist estimations. Together we would make quite the pair. Add the fact that we would have the most devious and devilish boy I've ever met; Sirius Black. I liked him from the first time we met at the Diagon Alley. Both admiring the same race broom with vast desiring eyes. Sirius had planned to steal it one day. Peter with his stanch loyalty and his agreeable nature was even helpful. Surprisingly he even had a sense of humor. I would not speak a word about how it was basically due to his contorted faces and particularly large head.

"So I was thinking," said Sirius between laughs.

"Please don't you'll hurt yourself," I said mockingly.

"No seriously James! Girls Love Poetry!" defended Sirius.

Everyone let out a moan. Leave it to Sirius to have a one track mind and it was on girls.

"Imagine, how adoring they will see me if I write poetry to them!" grinned Sirius wagging his eyebrows.

"I wonder if you'll be the first to discover the power of poetry in driving away love!" she said blatantly from her seat.

"I thought that poetry was the fruit of love." I contradicted.

"Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead" she said gazing at me with green alluring eyes.

"So what do you recommend to encourage affection Evans?" I ask astonished at her remarks.

"Dancing, if I should say so!" she stated staring into my eyes.

I did not rejoice in the feeling that her eyes penetrated through me into my being. She seemed to just look right into my eyes as if recollecting everything I've ever done and felt. Certainly she must know that this examination is certainly unwanted. After what felt like hours of her rendering me speechless I lowered my eyes.

"Dancing?" I state looking at the floor.

"Yes, dancing! Why a man that is not light on his feet does not have the light in his heart!" she stated a matter of flatly.

"And how do you plan on telling apart bad dancing from an unloving heart?" I asked triumphant she was lost.

"Why if the man loved the particular girl, he would dance his best for her!" she said simply.

"That doesn't make sense!" I retorted sending a hand through my hair. She was completely bonkers, she was driving me crazy.

"When has love ever?" she snorted looking back out the window.

"Good point!" pointed out Sirius chewing on a licorice wand.

"Why are we talking about 'love'?" asked Peter as if he had bad taste in his mouth.

James chuckled at the twist on peter's face, and elbowed Sirius who quickly looked over.

"You know Peter, you make the funniest faces!" laughed Sirius.

Leave it to Sirius to make such an outburst. He was so outspoken sometimes. I just hoped Peter didn't realize it was his faces that were cracking us up, and then he's stop making them. I let my eyes fall back at the girl in the corner. Her hair was a very nice color, shame it was wasted on her. It was a chocolate brown but it had a shiny coating of cheery red. I licked my lips and pushed it off as they were chapped. There was no way a nuisance like her would affect me.

"So what house do you want to be placed in?" asked Remus.

"I won't settle for anything less than Gryfindor." I stated bored.

"Really? Why?" asked Peter.

"Every relative of mine goes to Gryfindor, there is no doubt I will be insured into the house," I said with another yawn.

"Well I'll be fine with any house they deal me!" stated Remus.

"Aye, Potter you might as well end our friendship now, all my family are a pack of Slythrins!" sulked Sirius.

"What? And here I thought you were an all right bloke!" I said with mocking alarm.

"Yeah, well if I am a Slythrin don't think I won't beat them up! I'll prank them even more!" swore Sirius.

"My mom thinks I'm a Hufflepuff!" pouted Peter.

I smirked, "You kind of look it in the face!"

Peter threw me a dirty look wrapping his arms around himself.

"How about you Remus?" asked Sirius.

I looked over to my friend by the window. I couldn't help but think he screamed Ravenclaw material. From his perfect hair to his intellectual brow, he was an acute smart ass. Not that Ravenclaw is bad, but they give Gryfindor a run for their money.

"Well My dad was a Gryfindor, my mom a Ravenclaw! So whichever!" he shrugged.

"Knew it!" I answered with a snap of my fingers.

I always did, I had a talent for categorizing people. I did it quite frequently actually. My father said it was important not to judge too much and stereotype everything, but my mom loved when I could pin point if her friends were loyal, stylish, jerks, and want to-bees. It sounds childish, and it probably is, but when do I ever care?

"How about you Lily?" asked Remus gazing at her expectantly.

Lily looked away from the plains outside and raised a brow to the conversation, "I'm sorry, what was it you were prattling about?"

"The houses of course!" answered Sirius.

I couldn't help but laugh at her expression. A helpless and unknowing expression, one that I had finally had the privilege of seeing. She certainly looked quite powerless. After the whole ride he had finally found something she had no comment of thoughts on. How clueless, then again Evans… that was a muggle name. She looked hesitantly over to me, I'm sure my face was somewhat vain, for she looked away quickly.

"I do not know of any houses." She stated numbly.

"Well Lily, there are four! They are like four different families that found Hogwarts. There is Gryfindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slythrin." Explained Remus dotingly.

"Gryfindor is the best however," I added scanning her up and down, "chances are you'll be a Gryfindor."

"How so?" she asked turning to me, eyes expressive, and hair fiery.

"Well your attitude for certain, personal mannerisms, appearance, everything about you is Gryfindor." I stated matter of flatly.

"Oh, I'd disagree! I'm nothing like you." She stated stubbornly.

That was a blow! What was her problem with me again? Evans is a very stupid girl to take a dislike to me. How could she even say that?

"You're not intelligent that is for sure, so take Ravenclaw off, you can't possibly be loyal there goes Hufflepuff, and you aren't pure enough for Slythrin so you must be in Gryfindor!" I said bitterly.

I admit I went a little too far. That was harsh, extremely harsh. I hope she didn't find meaning in it. That wouldn't be good. I sound just like my father warping on about purity. I wasn't usually like this, no I could find good in things. Lily just had no good in her, just absolute bitter resent.

I did feel rather bad after saying, especially with the eerie and looming silence. Neither of the guys uttered a word and Lily was gazing out the window her face pulled into a grudging pucker. I let out a loud sigh breaking the silence then turned back to her. Breathing out I said loudly, "I apologize."

"I hardly heard what you said," she shot back still not facing him.

I put my hand through my hair, she was quite a hassle. She then turned facing me and eyeing my hand as if it had been afflicted by warts. I dropped my hand to my lap and eyed her, wondering why she had made such a disgusted face.

"Must you play with your hair always?" she asked idly.

"I was not playing…." I began.

"If not then you have only two reasons to be scratching as it so. One, being you have lice or some other sort of parasite. Two, you think it looks appealing. Both reasons disgust me, and I'm sure your mates as well. Thus being so, why don't you sit as far away as possible?" she snapped in anger.

I furrowed my brows at her reasoning yet again. I doubted I'd ever meet another female like this in my life, the way her eyes smoldered, the flipping of her hair, and her alluring expression of dislike. There was nothing to comment about what she had said. She had yet again rendered me speechless. I gave her a loathsome glare and looked over to Sirius. He had a slightly amused smirk, and then caught my glance and smiled wider.

"I guess she told you!" he laughed.

"Guess she did for now!" I answered looking over to her again.

"Get used to it!" she called from her corner.

"So you plan on continuing with your rude banter?" I asked incredulous.

"Oh my, you see me as the rude one?" she questioned her hair flipping and her eyes dubious.

"Indeed I do! You are the grudging and cynical one!" I answered flatly.

"Thus you are the lordly fellow that I must bow to, to gain your respect. You're absolutely horrid!" she stated forcefully.

"A curt nod would work for me!" I said trying to brighten the mood, and I even cracked a smile of assurance. So much for that, her mouth dropped and she threw her arms in the air.

"Never mind," she muttered to herself.

And thus that was our trip; my talking with my mates, and her occasionally bursting in with her own ideal opinions and quotes. It would lead to a small scuffle, which she made sport of. Her remarks were doused in scorn and disdain. Mine equally detesting and abhor. Of course her little opinions were impressionable and sometimes I'd find myself admiring her bold and frank manner. It however vexed me that she was so dogmatic to certain things, and absolutely flexible to others. She was intelligent for sure, but she must be foolish to have a grudge with me. So the hours ticked by our dislike growing more unfathomable.

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