They had been in the carriage for quite some time. All occupants apart from Reffernik had remained quiet. Although he was nearly sixteen at the time, he sometimes acted like a child. It often made his mother wander about why he was put into Slytherin and not his sister, both seemed interested in the dark arts. More than had been expected of either.
"So I told Regulus that it is only to be expected of and elder sibling." He continued swining his legs back and forth.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing?! You are not a baby, not anymore, so don't behave like one." His mother snapped. It resulted in him staring out of the window, glaring daggers at any passerby.
"Magenta, Walburga insists upon introducing you to someone. She is certain you will take a liking to one another."
"And why would the almighty Walburga Black do such a thing for me?"
"Because you are like the daughter she never had."
"So she says…" The carriage halted. Albus exited first giving a hand to his wife. She was tall with green eyes and long curly black hair. She was fourty but looked years younger; she greeted everyone swaying her hips. She acted like she was still twenty. Magenta hated this; her mother should act like a mother. Not like her older sister. Reffernik got out, his sister followed. Upon entering she was ushered by Walburga towards a tall dark boy. She recognized him from school. He was a pureblood, a Slytherin, a Quidditch star, rich and also the Heir of Slytherin. He was Godric Gloom. It was strange for the heir of Slytherin to be named after Godric Gryffindor, but it was his Grandfathers dying wish. The family would say that he was a 'little out of his mind' at his old age, but his son's love and respect for him caused him to do as his father had said. It didn't stop the family from supporting the Slytherin stereotype. They stood there in silence, Magenta staring at the opposite wall and Godric nodding greetings at others and sipping his drink. He was two years older than Magenta and had left Hogwarts the previous year.
"How have you…been?" His voice was deep but welcoming.
"Fine thanks." She said no more, indicating she wanted to discontinue the conversation.
"Slytherin won the last match against Hufflepuff?"
"Yes. They did." He smirked.
"I thought they could never get on without me."
"They are managing fine." Someone caught his attention, he looked up.
"Excuse me; I have to attend to some…erm business." He walked away swiftly, leaving her standing in a corner of the room. Now was her chance. She would have to act quickly if she wanted to complete the task she had just set her self. Her eyes scanned the room for her father. There was no point in asking her mother, she would have gotten a better response asking the wall.
"Dad, I feel ill." Her father raised his eyebrows. He knew what she was doing but decided to play along. After he had had his fun.
"Oh, I'm sure you can hold out a few hours longer."
"I can't."
"You are me big brave girl." He gave her a wink.
"Do you want a lemon drop for fathers' day?" She whispered threateningly.
"I'm sure you will find some floo powder upstairs." She smiled her thanks and dashed of. She opened a door and searched around the fire place for a few grains of the powder.
"Where are you going?" Sirius was sitting on a green armchair.
"If you must know, I feel ill."
"Is it the time of the month?" He asked with a cheeky grin.
"Firstly, that's personal and secondly, I wouldn't tell you if It was."
"I heard my mother set you up with that Slytherin idiot, I wish she would do the same for me."
"Oh, shut up! Where is your floo powder?"
"I'll give it to you after I get my goodnight kiss."
"What goodnights kiss?" She asked. Her back to him, her eyes searching desperately for the powder.
"This kiss." He spun her around and kissed her. Surprisingly, she kissed back. Realizing what she was doing she pulled away.
"What do you think you are doing?!"
"You kissed back." He said accusingly. She huffed in anger.
"Well it was your fault, you took me by surprise." She crossed her arms across her chest.
"Surprisingly, you are a good kisser." He shrugged. He took some powder out of the pot, on a shelf level to his shoulders. He let some of it fall back from in-between his fingers. He picked up the pot and gave it to her.
"You can go if you want to, or you can stay with me." She raised her eyebrows.
"I promise I won't try anything else." She put the pot on a table.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I want to go home." He nodded, looking disappointed. "I'll see you at school."
"Yeah, see you."
"Number four Willesden way." She ended up in the front room.