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Back in England. At the moment, England was the last place Sirius wanted to be. He wanted to be back at Camp Half-Blood hanging out with Luke, Connor, Travis, and Chris, picking fights with Clarisse, and going through the woods with Silena and Beckendorf. He did not want to be sitting in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express waiting for James, Remus, and Peter to find him.
Unfortunately for him, that was exactly where he was, and his friends were already entering the compartment.
James was the first one through, and he practically threw himself onto Sirius. Sirius groaned and awkwardly patted James' back. Hadn't the boy learned by now that Sirius hated physical contact?
"Padfoot!" James whined into Sirius' orange camp T-shirt. "I owled you all the time over the summer, but you never replied! Why?" James moaned the last word so that it lasted for several extra seconds and hung in the air.
"I was in America," Sirius replied carefully. It would definitely not be good if he gave away too much information. "Visiting some family." There. Not exactly a lie. "I didn't get your letters all the way over there."
"Really?" Remus asked curiously. "I always assumed there was some sort of magic the owls used to reach their destinations." He was sitting across from Sirius and James with Peter sitting next to him, with the plumper boy bouncing up and down excitedly.
Sirius only shrugged in response before looking out the window. The sky was so gray and cloudy here in the United Kingdom compared to in Long Island. Sirius sat staring for several moments of peace. Sadly, they were not to last.
"Padfoot," James said loudly, and Sirius winced. Had his best mate always been that loud? "Let's plan our start of the year prank. And here, Sirius couldn't help but grin. He may be missing his new home right now, but there was never anything like a good prank to cheer him up.
"Don't give those to Peeves," Remus warned Sirius and James as the two boys folded up all of their parchment pieces and placed them in their pockets. "Don't think I won't tell Professor McGonagall."
"But Remus," Peter squeaked. "It'll be great."
"Yeah, Remus," Sirius laughed. "Can you imagine what it'll be like to see all the teachers speaking in rhymes tomorrow. Peeves is just a diversion so Filch won't notice us placing the charm." Remus still looked unsure.
"Don't worry, Moony," James grinned. "None of those plans we'll be giving Peeves have any chance of getting someone hurt. Not even one Slytherin."
"I guess," Remus sighed, though he still looked unsure. Suddenly a maniac grin lit up his face. "Do you think they'll have chocolate?" he asked. Sirius looked away from his friends to see they had entered the Great Hall, and Remus was eyeing the golden plates.
"How do you manage to change topics like that, mate?" Sirius asked, shaking with laughter. Remus looked at him like he was stupid.
"It's chocolate," he replied like that answered every question ever.
"Sure," James laughed. He slung an arm over Sirius' shoulders and lead him to the Gryffindor table. The two sat next to each other and waited for the sorting ceremony to begin.
"Here come the first years," Remus said, pointing over his shoulder as the doors to the Entrance Hall swung open dramatically. Sirius grinned as he saw the fifty students enter the hall warily.
"Were we that nervous?" he asked with a smirk. James laughed.
"Nah," he answered, still smiling like a loon. "We weren't scared of anything."
"Still aren't," Peter added in his squeaky voice. Sirius jumped. He had almost forgotten the smaller boy was there.
"The Sorting Hat's about to start," James said eagerly, staring up at the hat as it opened its mouth.
Sirius only half listened as the Sorting Hat talked about how he would sort all the first years. He was staring above the Sorting Hat at the teachers' table, looking for any new ones. The only new addition this year was a young woman, maybe in her early twenties, with mahogany hair and soft brown eyes. The new teacher's eyes caught Sirius', and he shuddered as they turned into a harsh glare. He had a feeling he would not like her class.
"So what were you doing with your relatives all the way in America?" James asked after the last first year had sat down.
"Uh," Sirius said, not sure how to phrase it. How was he supposed to explain his summer to a bunch of wizards that had no idea about the gods?
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