"Is everyone here?" yelled Joyce as they arrived on Platforms 9 and 3/4 of King's Cross Station in London. She quickly performed a head count; all five of them were present, herself, her brother James and his three friends Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. She smiled. She had had the time of her life that summer, during the last few days. She had learned that Remus was a werewolf, which, in her opinion, was the allegory of being a woman: once a month, one turned into a monster. Except in Remus's case, it was literally. James caught her attention by tugging on her sleeve.
"Hey, Earth to Joyce!" he called. "The train's going to leave; come on!"
Joyce roused herself. "Yeah, I'm coming. Want to find a compartment?" she asked her brother.
James smiled. "Sure, but for the beginning it'll only be Sirius, Pete and I; Remus has to go check into the Prefect's compartment: Rem was made Head Boy, remember?"
Joyce nodded. "Yeah, I remember," she said. "I'm happy for him. And, do you know what?" she added.
James shook his head. "No, what?"
"I was made Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain!"
James gaped as they climbed unto the Hogwarts Express. "And you only tell me now?" he demanded.
Joyce sheepishly turned her face away. "I only just remembered," she defended herself.
James rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, I can't really talk, I didn't tell you either that..." he trailed off. "That what?" prompted Joyce.
"That I've been made Gryffindor Quidditch Captain!"
"Really?" Joyce gasped as they found Sirius and Peter's compartment. "Imagine Sirius's commentary now: 'And Potter has the Quaffle; no, Potter has the Quaffle! Ah, back to Potter, and Potter again!"
Sirius looked up at them sternly. "My commentary is always the best, I'll find ways to tell you apart. I'll just use your Houses to differenciate you two, is all," he added with a smirk. "The blue Potter has the Quaffle, no, the red Potter does!" he joked, as the siblings sat down, laughing.
