Fourteen-year-old Sirius Black resisted the urge to give his best friend a hard jab in the ribs as James began to run his fingers repeatedly through his hair, eyes fixed on Lily. Lily, of course, was determinedly ignoring him but this didn't seem to perturb James, which meant that Sirius had no chance of staying out of a state of utter boredom during the Sorting. Remus was absent because the start of the new term had coincided with the full moon, and Peter was staring down at the table, his mouth hanging open slightly.
Drumming his fingers impatiently on the table, Sirius decided to at least try and take an interest in the Sorting ritual. As his eyes flicked to the row of first years, several pairs of eyes came to rest on him. Not many of the girls had failed to notice the changes that the summer had wrought on Sirius. His face had lost what little puppy fat it had had, revealing fine, handsome features. The roguish smile and twinkling eyes he normally sported seemed somehow more attractive than ever.
The Sorting over, Dumbledore said a few words before announcing the start of the feast. Sirius turned his attention back to the table, mouth watering in anticipation. But something more important than plates piled high with delicious food caught his eye: several girls looked quickly away from him, suddenly very interested in the floor. The boldest of their number, egged on by two giggling friends, blew Sirius a kiss before turning away, blushing furiously.
"Looks like someone fancies you," James murmured in his ear. Sirius blinked for a moment, startled into silence. After a moment of consideration, a wicked grin spread over his face and he blew a kiss to the girl, who dissolved into a fit of nervous giggles next to her suddenly frowning friends. Sirius sat back, running a hand through his loose hair. Unless he was very much mistaken, this was the kind of attention he could really enjoy.