'You’d better be in Slytherin,' said Snape, encouraged that she had brightened a little.
One of the boys sharing the compartment, who had shown no interest at all in Lily or Snape until that point, looked around at the word, and Harry, whose attention had been focused entirely on the two beside the window, saw his father: slight, black-haired like Snape, but with that indefinable air of having been well-cared-for, even adored, that Snape so conspicuously lacked.
'Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?' James asked the boy lounging on the seats opposite him, and with a jolt, Harry realized that it was Sirius. Sirius did not smile.
'My whole family have been in Slytherin,' he said.
'Blimey,' said James, 'and I thought you seemed all right!'
'Maybe I’ll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?'
James lifted an invisible sword.
'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.'
Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him.
'Got a problem with that?'
'No,' said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise.'If you’d rather be brawny than brainy -'
'Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?' interjected Sirius.
James roared with laughter. Lily sat up, rather flushed, and looked from James to Sirius in dislike.
'Come on, Severus, let’s find another compartment.'
James and Sirius imitated her lofty voice; James tried to trip Snape as he passed.
'See ya, Snivellus!' a voice called, as the compartment door slammed.
The boy - named Sirius - made a face, 'some piece of dragon dung to spoil the party, that one.'
'If you'd rather be brawny than brainy,' James mocked, bemusedly. Both of them snorted.
'Well on the bright side,' Sirius began, but he was yet again interrupted by the sliding of the compartment door.
'James, finally! I thought you'd missed the train!' someone chirped. At this, Sirius and James turned around curiously.
A small girl stood framed at the door, sticking her head in slightly and staring at them, her hand still on the outside handle. She had her brand new Hogwarts robes on already, yet the sleeves were rolled up untidily, the silver fastenings tied carelessly. Her hair, shoulder-length chestnut waves, also had a messy air about it, even though it looked soft and shiny. Sirius looked from the stranger to James, who was smiling brightly.
'Miss the first train ride? Really?' he retorted, happily and incredulously as he sprinted up from his seat, rushing to say hello. He then turned back to Sirius.
'This is Amanda Dumbledore, we've been friends since forever,' he introduced, 'Mands, this is Sirius Black.'
'So Dumbledore, eh?' Sirius said, looking mildly surprised, 'Isn't the headmaster a bit too old for a granddaughter already? Or are you his great-granddaughter?'
The girl's round, sparkling blue eyes narrowed slightly, and she answered back in a careless manner that suggested she had been prepared for this question many times before.
'Just rather distant relatives,' she said simply, and with a sudden elegance that seemed almost unlikely for a girl who carried her robes the way she did, she plopped down on the seat in front of Sirius\', crossing her legs to the side at her ankles. The blue eyes surveyed Sirius curiously - as if she was attempting to harvest some opinion of him deep in that head of hers.
'Your socks don't match,' she stated, quite apathetic.
Sirius Black looked down to find one of his ankles green and the other one burgundy; he grinned.
'To annoy mother, mostly,' Sirius replied, which made James chuckle, and Amanda frown.
Hey guys! So, episode two of Flatscreen Pensieve! Comments are welcome! Oh, and, credits to JKRowling for the first half of the scene; I had to paste the part from \'The Prince\'s Tale\' so the other half of the scene seemed coherent.
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