"We're going to Hogwarts!" Sirius announced happily. For the ninth time since they left platform 9 ¾.
"Sirius!" his best friend James cried. "I know!"
"Sorry," Sirius said, not sounding sorry at all. "I'm just excited."
"I know, I am too, but-" James was cut off by a loud crash and a girl falling through the doorway to their compartment. She had long, curly, frizzy black hair, and brilliant emerald green eyes, and was only about four foot three.
"I am so sorry!" a boy behind her said. "I didn't mean too-"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "It's nothing," she said, picking herself up and dusting her robes off. "Honestly, I fall over all the time. You just sped up the process."
Sirius and James laughed, and the other two seemed to notice them for the first time.
"Oh, hello," the girl said happily. "I'm Alexandra."
She turned to the boy. "And you are?"
"Remus," he muttered, his face still red.
"Hello Alexandra and Remus," Sirius said. "I'm Sirius Black." he stood up and took a large bow, causing the girl to giggle.
"I'm James," James replied, grinning.
"Can I sit here?" the girl asked, gesturing to an empty seat.
"Go ahead," both boys answered at the same time. She sat, then noticed that Remus was still standing, looking lost.
"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to sit down?" she asked.
He blushed, then sat down next to her.
"So, what house do you think you'll be in?" James asked, not looking at anyone is particular.
"I suppose I'll be in Slytherin," Sirius said sadly. "The rest of my family is."
"That doesn't mean anything!" Alexandra announced. "It's what's in you that counts!"
"Thank you, fortune cookie," Sirius said. Alexandra stuck her tongue out at them.
"I hope I'm in Gryffindor," James announced proudly.
"Me too," Remus piped up.
"Aha!" Alexandra cried. "He's not a mute!"
"Nope," Remus said. "I just don't open my mouth unless absolutely necessary."
James nodded, a serious expression on his face. "Ah, yes, but we'll change that quickly."
Everyone laughed. "Well, as long as the sorting hat doesn't tell me to just go back to my muggle family, I'll be perfectly happy," Alexandra announced.
"Ah, muggle born," James said, a cocky grin on his face. "Think you can out-magic us at school do you?"
"Yes," she said matter-of-factly. Then she grinned.
"Watch it James," Sirius said. "She might give you a run for your money."
James laughed. "So, you have muggle parents, right?"
Alexa looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure," she answered. "But my foster parents are muggles."
Everyone was silent for a moment, before James asked, "So, what exactly is a 'rubber ducky' for?"
Everyone laughed, and Alexandra grinned. "They strangle your enemies," she said matter-of-factly.
Remus looked a little scared, but Sirius and James just laughed, albeit a little uneasily.
"I'm joking," Alexa cried. They all looked relieved. "They float in a bathtub and serve absolutely no purpose."
"So why do people have them?" Remus asked, looking very puzzled.
"Because…" Alexa trailed off. "Hello, I'm Alexandra, but you can call me Alexa," she said, smiling at them.
The three boys exchanged glances. "What?" Remus asked, confused.
She laughed. "Well, when I don't know the answer to a question, I restart the conversation."
"Alright then," James said. "My name's James, and these are Remus and Sirius. So, you're name is Alexa?" he asked, feigning curiosity. She started laughing uncontrollably at his serious expression.
Within moments, they were all laughing. A girl with green eyes and fiery red hair opened the door to the compartment. "Excuse me," she said, sounding almost disgusted. "But you are being very rude."
"Oh I'm sorry, was I going into other people's compartments and telling them off?" Alexa asked, confused. "Oh, no, wait, that was you!"
They all started laughing again, but James seemed a little distracted. He was looking into her eyes. "You're pretty," he said, nonchalantly.
She made a strange noise and rolled her eyes before slamming the door shut.
"James!" Sirius yelled, shaking his friend by the shoulders. "What was that!?"
James shrugged. "A moment of weakness," he replied, but he didn't sound like he particularly regretted it.
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