My Potter Is Worse
Draco Malfoy and Sirius Black sat side by side, staring down at a collection of photographs. Some were of Harry Potter, and some were of his father, James. Draco snatched one up and shoved it an inch away from Sirius' face.
"Just look at the top! Don't try and tell me that his sense of fashion is not terrible. Just don't."
Sirius plucked the picture out of the younger boy's hands and squinted at it. "Hm, yes. Quite terrible. But not quite as terrible as… This!" He slid a small picture across the table to Draco. The moving photo depicted James laughing, running a hand through his dark hair. He wore a faded shirt, the logo of a muggle band displayed across the front. "No, no, I'm quite sure my era Potter is worse," Draco said, holding up a small stack of photos of Harry wearing the same shirt. "I mean, when he does find a remotely good shirt, he ends up wearing it several days on end. And then it gets torn."
Sirius laughed, gathering up the large pile they had been musing over. "I must go. Remember to tell me if you find any more photos!" With that, he apparated away. "Harry is still worse," Draco muttered, a small smile gracing his lips.
