James quickly looked up, zoning back in, there was a loud bump as another first year boy plopped himself down across from him. James glasses fell down his nose and he had to push them back up in front of his dark eyes to be able to get the boys face into focus. The boy had a smile on his face as he shifted in his seat to get comfortable. The train was now moving. He must have been nearly late.
"Yes!" He exclaimed. "Got a window seat," He let out a sigh of excitement, relaxed in his seat then looked directly at James with two wide gray eyes. James gave him a quick smile but looked away shyly as the boy seemed to study him, which made him nervous. There was a moments silence when the boys happy voice suddenly spoke again. "I like your hair," He said with a laugh. James looked at him. The sarcasm in his voice was obvious, so James gave a small laugh as well.
"Thanks," He spoke, noticing how unlike his usually messy hair, the boys just as dark hair was nicely combed back. Feeling a little jealous, James looked over at his reflection in the large window to his right to see that his hair was so ridiculously messy he blurted out an actual laugh at his appearance but silenced himself as he did the best he could to calm its frizz down.
"I'm, Sirius Black," Spoke the boy. James looked over and noticed his outstretched hand and shook it.
"James- um- James Potter," He spoke. This followed an awkward silence where both of them knew that the other didn't know what to say next. Both just stared out the window. James spotted his mother approaching the moving window, waving to him with a huge smile on her face as the train picked up speed, his father standing just behind with an equally proud look upon his face. He waved back. "Bye, mum!" He said even though he knew she couldn't hear him. Quickly Kings Cross station zoomed out of view. James slumped back down in his seat, feeling a slight longing after seeing his parents gone. But he smiled to himself at the thought of the adventure to come. The compartment returned to the awkward silence, except this time it contained the rumble of the train as it built a great speed along the tracks.
"So this must be your first year too then?" Asked James for the sake of conversation.
"Yup. Very excited. What house do you recon you'll be sorted into?" Sirius asked. James had to think for a minute.
"I haven't thought about it much. But I'd probably be sorted into Gryffindor. My dad was in that house. What about you?" Said James. But Sirius took a minute to answer. He stared down at his shoes with a look on his face that James could tell he was thinking hard.
"My whole family have been Slytherins," He said at last. He had a look of disappointment on his face. "But I want to be a Gryffindor. Its said to be the best house in the school. My dad told me the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore was a Gryffindor." James could tell Sirius was a bit nervous about the sorting by the tone of his voice. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself. Before Sirius could ramble on much more about how great Gryffindor was, James cut in.
"Well you certainly seem like a Gryffindor," He said reassuringly. Sirius looked up at him and smiled.
"You think so?" He asked
"For sure. Either that or you'll end up a Hufflepuff," They both laughed.
"No, I don't want to be a Hufflepuff. I'd take Ravenclaw before that. Maybe we will both end up in Gryffindor?"
"Ill bet," Said James. Sirius smiled mischievously at James at the remark.
"Anything from the trolley?!" Boomed a bold female voice very suddenly. It startled them both and quickly looking out their compartment door window they saw a plump witch looking back at them standing next to a cart covered in sweets smiling at them. She slid the door open slightly and poked her head in. "Anything from the trolley, dears?" She asked it a much softer, sweet voice. Sirius and James looked at each other. James dug through his pockets and pulled out a handful of galleons. Sirius beamed at the sight.
"Hmm," James examined the cart with a disobedient, mischievous smile.
James shoveled half of the pile of sweet over to the vacant seat next to Sirius. "You get sorted into Hufflepuff, you owe me five galleons," He told Sirius.
"Deal!" He hooted as he snatched a cauldron cake.
The rest of the train ride contained of the two boys stuffing their faces with sweets, trading chocolate frog cards and laughing at the other when they got a bad tasting every flavored bean. The whole time, the third year girls that filled the compartment next door kept peering over through their window to see what was going on and giving the dirty looks as if to tell them to shut up. But Sirius who was just as sugar high as James would bark at them and wave them away dismissively sometimes whistling at them as they turned to walk away. It was when the train began to slow and the sound of the screeching wheels against the track as it braked rattled through the train was when they realized they still needed to change into their robes. So knocking heaps of candy rappers all over the floor, they put on their uniforms in a mad rush and quickly filed out with the last of the students onto the platform. Both of them felt dazed and a little sick.
"Firs' years this way!" Called a voice across the crowd of students. They saw a huge man who must have been at least ten feet tall standing with a lantern that lit the darkening evening. He held the lantern right up next to his shaggy, bearded face, casting shadows on the parts of his face that weren't covered in hair which make him look a little frightening. James and Sirius gave each other a quick look but pushed their way through the crowd towards the giant wizard, not quite knowing what was to come next.