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Disclaimer: Isadly do not own any characters mentioned in this fanfic other than the Gavin family and Circe (so far). They all are respectfully owned by J.K. Rowling. Oh, how I wish I owned Sirius... drool.

You're A Loony

I looked around the train station. I had gone through way too much trouble getting in there, what with this cock-and-bull "Platform 9 and ¾" crap. I was already wishing I could go back to Scotland. I looked over at Betelgeuse and Mira, my brother and sister. We got along just fine, and even if we get in fights every-so-often, I wished they were my biological siblings with all my heart. They were beautiful people: deep blue eyes and the same shiny, light brown hair, and light freckles always dusted their abnormally tan skin. Honestly, who ever heard of a tan Scottish family? Their skin could rival Swedish skin, and their beauty could too. I knew I wasn't the only one who thought that way, because already girls started goggling at Betelgeuse. Oh, wonderful. What a way to boost that kid's ego. And that guy did not need an ego boost.

They were twins. Bloody-freaking-twins. Identical. Well, obviously not identical, because one was missing a few rather critical parts of the body that made one gender male and the other female, but you get the picture. Not that they weren't well-built, no. Mira was model-worthy. She's hardly hit puberty (other than her insane height), but her charming smile and sweet personality made up for anything she lacked in that department. Plus, I've seen her mother. She'd grow into it very soon.

Mira was the smart one, Betelgeuse was the athletic one. He was a beater on the old school team. Every girl's heart throb. Not exaggerating, either. I did not know one person at our old school that did not crush on this guy. Not without reason, yes, but did they have to make it so obvious? I rolled my eyes as a few girls (they looked about my year), giggled furiously and started batting their eyelashes at him. He waved in a fashion that made me want to slap him, and I dragged him by the collar onto the train. We had already said goodbye to Gerald and Katherine, my adopted parents, so there was no need to linger. "Oi! Antares! Stop it!" he told me, but it was a lost cause. All three of us were already in a compartment, and neither Mira nor I really felt like being caught in another of his flirting moments.

"You are probably the most testosterone-laden boy I have ever laid eyes on, Juice," I called him the nickname he utmost detested, since he used my most loathed name.

"Why, thank you very much!" he flashed his toothy smile, and made a long sweeping bow. "But I must be off now, I would like to see what's in stock at this school," he winked at me, and I slapped my forehead, and looked over to Mira who was making a rather disgusted face. When he left, I pushed up my bags to the overhead before helping Mira.

"Does he always have to talk like that?" Mira whined, shuddering. "I don't like to think my brother is a womanizer."

"You might as well not think at all then, because he is," I grinned and she whapped me on the arm. The train started moving, and I yelped, falling over into the hallway. Did I mention I'm an insufferable klutz? Yes, thanks to my darling parents, I got those genes. Mira just laughed as I swore, getting up. "That's not what I call funny," I grumbled.

"Well, it seemed a bit funny to me."

I jumped at the sound of a new voice. I spun and saw a dashingly handsome boy with black, smooth hair that was long and not the least bit out of place, though it fell in front of his eyes. His eyes were a dazzling gray, and I felt my knees buckling. But his arrogant, "I'm-too-sexy-for-my-own-good" smile, thankfully, stopped me from falling on the floor again. He was laughing with Mira, and so was another boy, equally handsome, but with messy, short hair and bright hazel eyes. I swear, if egos could suffocate someone, everyone on the train would be dead, what with these two idiots and Juice aboard. I scowled at them and made my way back into the compartment. Unfortunately, that was exactly what the other two did as well. "Mind if we join you?" the one with messy hair asked.

"Yes!"

"Nope."

Obviously Mira and I needed to work on our communication skills. They listened to Mira, however, and sat down after putting up their bags. The one with messy hair poked his head out into the hallway. "Oi! Wormtail, Moony! We found one!" he leaned back inside and winked at me. I glared and looked out the window, sighing exasperatedly. I could already tell it was going to be a long ride.

"I'm Sirius Black, and this is James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew," I heard the one with longer hair say, but I didn't really pay attention to who he was pointing at, seeing how I was still looking out the window.

"Spare some hospitality, Circe!" Mira punched me in the arm playfully. This was one of the few times I wish I didn't know Mira. She was such a pushover. "I'm Mira Gavin, and this is Anta—OUCH!" she yelped when I shot purple sparks at her with my wand.

"Circe Gavin," I grumbled. She never really got why I couldn't stand my real name. The boys all raised their eyebrows at me. Obviously they didn't have very many argumentative girls at their school. Just wonderful. Bimbos galore! Juice must be in heaven. I heard the long-haired boy sigh dreamily.

"Like the passionate song of my soul," he sighed in response to my name, fluttering his eyelashes prettily, and Mira giggled.

"Sirius is it? Hardly in alignment with your personality," I told him, "Aren't you supposed to be the brightest star? You seem to be a bit dim to me."

"Touch-y," said the one with messy hair, putting a hand to his heart. I could only grin. It wasn't that I was anti-social. I just couldn't help being a bit cynical.

Sirius POV

I don't believe I've ever been so confused in my life. The two were sisters, judging by their last names, and the fact that they were both new. Mira had this beautiful, Spanish look to her with deep blue eyes and a slightly round, childish face but her cheekbones definitely showed she was older than that. Her figure wasn't that bad either, even though she was lacking something in the chest area. Shallow? Yes! Horribly so. Why thank you!

But this other one… Circe? She had an extremely exotic look, and you don't get much of that in England. She had ivory skin and was a bit petite and skinny, but unlike her sister, she lacked nothing in the chest area. Not spilling out of her shirt, unfortunately, but she definitely had something going on there. She had black hair. Long, silky, wavy black hair with bangs straight across her forehead. Could hair even get that way? And her eyes were this deep green that took on a strange tone of gray.

Yes, I could definitely get used to these new girls very quickly.

"Touch-y," I heard Prongs and I grinned. Yes, that said it all. She seemed a bit… cold. Definitely less friendly than her tan counterpart. But she did smile, it turned out. She had a beautiful smile. I could have sighed right then, but I didn't care enough for the girl to say much. They were both definitely in the A category. Right up there with Sandra Ferr and Abigail Jinks. I bet these new girls would be a good snog, too.

I was lucky enough to sit by Circe, who didn't seem to be taking much interest in any one in there, even her sister. When she noticed I was staring at her, at least she had the humanity to blush. I flashed my signature grin. Who could resist the Black charm? Ugh. Black. Change my name, please.

"Ever learned it was rude to stare?" she asked me, and it only made me grin more.

"Perhaps, but I don't mind. Do you?" I asked her, giving her my best smile.

"Considering that you look like some deranged pervert, yes, I do."

I gaped at her. She had one sharp tongue. Mira seemed a bit surprised at her behavior as well, seeing as her eyes were about to bulge out her head. "Antares! What a horrible thing to say!" Circe flinched at the name. What gives? Her name is Antares? Or Circe?

"Uh? Who's Antares?" Wormtail spoke up. I grinned even if the boy was like a shadow, he always asked the stupid questions for all of us to save us the embarrassment. Nice guy.

Mira looked to Peter. "It's her real name. Why she doesn't like it, I don't know. I happen to love—"

"It's my choice whether people can call me by what name, Mira. After five years, I'd think you know that," Circe (Antares?) muttered.

"Five years? But aren't you guys sisters?" Prongs poked Mira, who was rolling her eyes at her sister's lack of… uh… Friendliness.

"Gerald and Katherine took me up five years ago. I was an orphan before that," the girl shrugged. The whole compartment was silent as we stared at her for a moment. She had a funny way of saying things. Out there in the open. Like it was no big deal. Was it a big deal? I looked over to Prongs, then to Moony. He had been hiding in his book for the whole while, but looked up at the word "orphan". All of us just stared at Circe. Or was it Antares?

"Uh… Sorry," Prongs said finally, but the girl waved off his apology.

"Nothing to be sorry about. It's not like it's a sob story or anything," the girl grinned weakly. It was obvious she was uncomfortable.

"So which is it?" I asked, "Circe or Antares?"

"Circe preferably," she was talking to me now, in the utmost civilized manner. This girl had some weird mood swings.

"Tare-poo it is then," Prongs said in his most girlish voice possible, and we both leaned towards her, batting our eyes. Great minds think alike. Her annoyance is what we thrived on, apparently, because neither of us stopped until she rolled her eyes and went back to staring out the window. I turned my attention to Mira.

"You don't sound like you're from Britain. Where are you from?" I asked, and she grinned.

"I grew up in Scotland, but my mum's from Sweden and my dad is Irish," she told them, her smile never faltering. I could get to like this girl. Very fast.

"What about your parents?" Wormy asked Gavin, and I rolled my eyes. Even I wasn't that stupid. I smacked him upside the head, and was rewarded with a smack back, "What was that for, Padfoot?"

"I don't know anything about my parents, nor would I want to. Could we change the subject please? I'm not keen on pouring out my life history in front of three idiots and a mute," Gavin was grinning. Whoa. Shouldn't she be… snapping at me or something? Or at least hit Wormtail. And the insult. Touché.

"I resent that," Remus finally spoke up, and Gavin flew a hand to her heart in a kind of shock that was all-too-obviously not heartfelt.

"He speaks!" she gasped, and both girls laughed. We just sort of looked at each other, laughing a bit nervously along with them. I surely didn't know what to make of this girl. Who'd've thought? After fifteen years, a girl finally renders me speechless! She was definitely getting me interested. And her smile was making me feel like swooning. I guess Prongs caught on, because he was rolling his eyes and leaning back in his seat.

"JAMES ALFRED POTTER!" Prongs jumped up blindly, before falling down in mid-hysterics. All of us burst into laughter, only to be stifled the moment Lily Evans reached the compartment door. Blimey, if my best friend didn't fancy her to no end, I'd probably have more than a few snogging sessions with her. Then again, I'm a bit afraid of her temper.

"Alfred?" Circe managed to get out, and snorted into a fit of giggles. I would have joined in too, but I didn't dare laugh while Evans was on a rampage.

"Yes, my Lily-flower popkin?" Prongs really did lay it on thick, now that he regained his composure. He was batting his eyelashes at her in a way that made me wonder if he would ever go metro sexual. Nah. Not Potter.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT! I KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO FLUSHED THAT POOR SECOND YEAR DOWN THE TRAIN'S LOO!" Evans was screaming, her face probably as red as her hair, and you could practically see the fire shooting out of her eyes. I looked to the new girls, who were obviously as terrified as the rest of us. That made me feel a bit better. At least they were normal in that sense.

"Now, my sweet, how could you ever accuse me of such a thing?" I rolled my eyes at Prongs' horrible attempt of weaseling his way out of the mess. Evans was smart, and if she wanted to, could probably out prank him. I would never dare tell Prongsy that, of course. "Have you noticed our new students, at least?" He changed the subject when her furious glower deepened, and Lily's fiery green eyes stopped burning when she laid eyes on Mira and Circe. She blushed crimson.

"I'm so sorry you had to be seated with these blubbering buffoons, besides you Remus," she said apologetically. Now that girl had mood swings if I've ever seen any. I glared at Lily, then to Moony, who just smiled and nodded, as if to forgive her.

"Oi! Moony! Whose side are you on, anyhow?" I demanded of him, but my argument went short when Evans sent a glare in my direction. "Just trying to secure my mate's loyalty, Evans," I assured her, but it obviously did no good.

"It's alright," Circe said. I still haven't decided on what to call her. Since Antares bothered her more, I'll keep to that one. "It doesn't really seem like they have exactly what I'd call the brains to perturb me."

Oh crap. I could already tell Evans and her were going to be the best of friends. "I'm Lily Evans, and I can tell we are going to be the best of friends." What was that? Could Evans read minds? I stared at her for a moment as she squished her way between me and Antares, who was smiling politely. Why didn't she give me that smile?

"I'm Circe Gavin, and this is Mira Gavin," she told Evans, shaking her hand, and then Mira shook Evans' hand.

"New to Hogwarts, are you? You certainly don't look like first years," Evans couldn't have put it better. They both were definitely good looking, and both looked to be about sixteen. And though there were many good looking girls at Hogwarts, I never scorned new meat. Pervert? Mmmmhm.

"We just moved the beginning of this summer from Scotland," Mira put in, and leaned forward with a questioning look on her face. "Could any of you tell me what this… Ravenclaw and Gryffindor means? When we enrolled, we met Professor McGonagall at the Leaky Cauldron, where we were 'sorted' by this horribly dirty old hat. We certainly didn't have anything of the sort at our old school. Is it some kind of class arrangement?"

"Our school is rather large, so we have to be sorted into different Houses, mainly based on our mentality and personality. Ravenclaw is one, and Gryffindor is another. So you were already sorted?" Prongs asked excitedly, and Evans glared at him for interrupting their conversation, but for once he paid no notice to her, and continued, "Which houses did you get?"

Antares looked a bit put out. It seemed she was wishing she wouldn't be separated from Mira. How cute, sisterly love. I grinned at her, when Mira sighed, "I got Ravenclaw, and Ant—oof! Circe got Gryffindor." I was in luck tonight!

Tonight! I looked out the window. Yes, the sun was setting. I seemed to be the only one who noticed. "It's alright Mira, Ravenclaw is a wonderful house. But Circe, you're in my house!" Evans was saying, and the other girl still looked a bit guilty.

"We're not completely secluded from the other houses, are we?" she asked, and Lily shook her head.

"Oh no! Of course not! You'll see each other plenty," Evans assured her, and they both seemed to brighten up a little.

"I'm sorry to interrupt this happy fiasco, but the sun is setting and we should be getting there any time now. I certainly don't mind changing in one compartment together, so let's get started, shall we?" I couldn't help but add the last bit in, even if it did give me a swift kick in the shin. I winced, but nothing could falter my smile.

"You four, OUT!" Evans shoved us out of there, and hexed our bags to chase us down the hallway. When they finally caught up with us, they all landed on us in a giant heap.

"Isn't she lovely?" Prongs sighed dreamily under my leg.

"Prongs," I could hear Remus' muffled voice from under his baggage. Prongs lifted up his head in recognition.

"You're a loony."

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