The three boys exchanged dark glances. If Reggie was the offspring of a Death Eater's son, then could she be any better? Was this girl bound for Slytherin as all of her relatives had been?
She looked up with eyes that flashed gray for a moment.
"Look, I'm not like him. I'm not going into Slytherin. If the Hat even tries I will eat it or something. My father is a jerk and if I could chose any other man to be father… I might even choose one of his friends. They may be idiots, but they can be instructed."
"Well, no reason to judge offspring on their parents." Sirius said brightly. "Snape hated my father because of his father and that's what makes the world freeze."
"Does it now?" Reggie seemed glad to get off of the topic of her dreadful father. "Who knew?"
"If you had known you were sitting with us, the sons of your father's worst enemies, would you still have come?" Fro asked curiously, biting the head off of a chocolate frog and withdrawing the card. "Another one of your dad, Sirius. Want it?"
"Nah."
"I probably would have been all the more eager to sit in here. Can I have it?" Reggie stretched out a hand for the card. "Your dad is good-looking, isn't he? Looks just like you, too. Except for the eyes, you have someone else's eyes."
"Mum's." Sirius grinned. "I believe I am good-looking too."
Reggie didn't seem to care but read the back of the card. "I've never collected, you know. I'm not allowed, according to mon père." She rolled her eyes. "Says it's childish."
"What does he say about Voldemort?" Sirius asked lazily.
Reggie looked close to vomiting. "Says another will come one day. 'Just you wait, Regina, soon you will follow in my footsteps.' I'd rather shoot myself."
"Wouldn't you rather shoot him?"
"Certainly." Reggie nodded. "But enough of him. What's Gryffindor House like?"
The three boys went onto explain how cool it was and how they hadn't lost the Quidditch or House Cup in twenty-three years.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes I am." Sirius grinned.
"Twenty-three years? Gods, what are the other Houses doing? Keeping a thumb lodged up their anus?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Fro nodded.
"Jeez. I almost hope to be in a different House just so Gryffindor will lose."
"You think you could make Gryffindor fail?" Tonks' eyes gleamed.
"No, but it would be wrong to hope for Gryffindor's downfall if I were a Gryffindor."
"That would be called blasphemy." Fro nodded. Someone banged on the door and there were hushed giggles.
"Come!" Tonks said, straightening his robes and wiggling his eyebrows. His mates grinned back at him. Sirius ruffled his hair and Fro pushed his down. Reggie frowned in confusion. She squinted her eyes and her hair became less violet and more brown. She tussled it slightly just as the door opened.
About six girls were pushing their way in, giggling in a disgusting fawning sort of way.
"Hi Sirius." A girl gushed, taking a seat next to him.
"Tonks…." A smaller girl blushed as she sat by him. He wrapped an arm around her and another girl. Fro's fro was being petted by three girls. Reggie's countenance showed her apparent shock. Obviously mildly sickened, she looked back down at her book and began scanning its pages intently.
"What," a voice drawled slowly, "is going on in here?" It was a dark-haired boy bearing a prefect badge and Slytherin badge on his robes.
"Wotcha, Snape." Tonks grinned tauntingly.
"Snape?" Reggie asked. "Not Professor Snape?"
"Certainly not." Snape smirked. "I am his son, and who might you be? I've never seen you here. Did they just hire you?"
"No," Reggie said coolly. "I am here because I have to be, according to my parents, and there was nowhere else to sit."
"You're a metamorphic-mage too."
"Yup." Reggie studied him, from his black, well-groomed hair, to his fathomless eyes. A smirk was permanently etched on his thin mouth and his muscles actually would have frightened Reggie a bit if not for the wand in her pocket.
"Are you done, Sarthie-poo? We don't quite enjoy your company as much as you enjoy ours." Sirius' voice hinted boredom. "And don't forget that I am a prefect as well."
"But are you Head Boy?" Snape's mouth curled.
"Actually, no. But neither are you. It was that Derek Smith that got it."
"Oh so Gryffindor doesn't always get the victors. How about that?" Snape snorted and then walked off.
"He is so horrible to you!" A girl simpered to Sirius. "You should have been Head Boy."
"Well, you know McGonagall… she likes to give the other Houses a chance."
"Stick a cork in it, will you?" Tonks grinned. "You know your grades just don't compare to Smith's. Smith is a genius and a good boy."
"You, on the other hand, are neither." Fro said.
"Well I never!" Sirius put a hand to his chest in mock-surprise.