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" I hate it."
"No, you don't. You look handsome and charming. Now go take off that ridiculous leather jacket, you'll just be perfect."
"The jacket is the only thing that covers up the bloody tie. I look like I'm getting married, for hell's sake."
"LOOK, little mister, you take off that jacket right now, or you'll not be coming out of your room for the entire holidays."
"Mum, I look like a flitty, pansy-arse prep. You wouldn't want your eldest son to be going off to his first ball like that, now would you!"
"For Merlin's sake, Sirius, you don't look like a flit. You look like a clean-cut thirteen year old."
"I'm fifteen, Mum."
"Same difference. I'm going to get my coat. You will push that bloody hair out of your face and go show your father the ensemble, then you will take it off and get dressed in your robes. The train will leave soon."
"Bugger."
The shaggy-haired, tan-skinned, gray-eyed extremely handsome 15 year old pulled annoyingly at the tie around his neck and tried to yank loose his tucked in silk white dress shirt. The super expensive-top-of-the-line-custom-made dress robes were incredibly uncomfortable on Sirius Black. He shook his jet black hair like a dog so it cover even more of his cloudy eyes, just enough so he could see. He smirked mischeviously and puffed out his chest, put his bronze hands on his hips and spoke in a booming voice, obviously impersonating his father.
"SIRIUS ORION BLACK, I DEMAND YOU GET A BLOODY HAIRCUT. I ALSO DEMAND YOU TO BE STOP BEING SO HANDSOME AND STOP ATTRACTING EVERY GOOD LOOKING GIRL WITHIN A MILE FROM YOU. AND LAST, BUT NOT LEAST, I DEMAND YOU TO HELP YOUR FAMILY TO BE MORE LIKE YOU BY MAKING US PULL THE STICK WE ALL HAVE STUFFED UP OUR ASSES AND GET OUR NOSES OUT OF THE AIR."
He rolled over in a barking laughter at his own joke. He only stopped when the looming shadow of his dad covered his face and he felt a hard slap on the back of his head.
"Do as your told, and take off the dress robes. We will need to arrive at the station in less than 20 minutes. Try to not ruin the family name this year, hmm?" Mr. Black gruffly grabbed the back of his son's neck and pulled him back upright. Sirius stared defiantly into his brown eyes and swatted away his arm, cocking his head to the side, almost challenging his own father to make another move, then stomped up the millions of stairs up to the only open-curtained room in the entire household of Number 12, Grimmauld Place.
Back in his messy room, Sirius kicked his bedpost with anger. He squirmed out of his dress robes and threw on a white polo, dark jeans and his leather jacket, as always deciding to change into his Hogwarts robes at the last minute on the train. He grabbed a handheld mirror as he stuffed the dress robes into his bulging trunk, avoiding the gaping open bag of tricks he had packed for the Marauders. Sirius plopped down on top of his suitcase, on purposely taking longer than his parents wanted him to, and smirked at his reflection before speaking loudly to what seemed like no one.
"Oy, James, you there?"
A bespectacled, hazel eyed James Potter floated up into the mirror. He grinned at the sight of his best friend.
"When am I not, Padfoot? And how are you on this fine day of September 1st? Ready for the 5th year of Hoggy Warty Hogwarts?"
Sirius snickered as James attempted to sing the school song.
"I'm bloody brilliant, of course. And uh, mate, you might want to think about voice lessons. If my eardrums weren't already bloody shot from all me mum's screaming, they would have just exploded."
"I just know this year is the year. I've practically left Evans alone all summer-"
"You sent her five bloody owls."
"Whatever. I just know she missed me. I'll bet you she'll be chasing after me come Halloween. No one can resist the sultry songbird that is James Daniel Potter."
At this, he broke out into song again, and Sirius impulsivly covered his ears. He let out his signature bark-laugh.
"I'll take you up on that bet, Prongs. You will never have the power to woo women that I have. You just weren't born with that type of physical and mental art. I could even get Minnie to date me. But that would be bloody disgusting."
James rolled his eyes at Sirius's usual boastful attitude. But he wasn't lying-almost every girl from horrifying to super model looking had chased after Sirius since he had his first growth spurt in mid 1st year. But Sirius only dated the good to perfect ones when it came to outward appearance. The rest admired him from afar. That is, if they could see him. Half the free time he had he was tongue wrestling with some gorgeous chick. And his relationships never lasted longer than a month-Sirius had a short attention span. He would either cheat on them because he would forget he had a girlfriend or find girls who liked him enough to let him date more than one girl at once-near Valentine's day in 4th year he had 5 girlfriends.
"Oh yeah? Well if Lily hates anyone more than me it's you. Even your bloody amazing womanizer powers couldn't reel her in."
"You sure about that? I am damn sure that I could get Lily Evans to go on a date with me AND kiss me."
"You got it. The one who loses has to walk into the Great Hall for breakfast naked AND slap Minnie's ass during a test in Transfiguration."
Sirius had a mischevious flicker in his slate grey eyes.
"Deal."
"Deal."
"Alright, mate, I've gotta go. Save me a seat on the train."
James stuffed the mirror into his leather trunk, then opened the door so the maid could come in and make his bed while he carried it down the stairs. His parents were already waiting for him at the door, his mother holding a camera.
"Mum-we've been through this. You don't need to take a picture of me every time I leave for Hogwarts."
"Of course I do, sweetie. It documents your life." Jacqueline Potter sugar-smiled at her only son while she snapped a picture of him. She took a picture of him every year at different times-one of just him before Hogwarts, one of him and her and his father at Christmas time, one of him and Sirius at Christmas time, and one of him, Sirius, Remus and Peter on their annual Spanish beach trip in the summer. She wanted him to have memories to look back on, which is why she always clicked pictures of him and his friends when they weren't looking.
Daniel Potter put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Got your bags? Alright, bud, let's move out. Will Sirius come and spend the holidays with us?" Daniel smiled, and he knew Sirius would do anything to get away from his family but hated feeling like a moocher off the Potters.
"Oh, please, James, tell him to come. I had Marilyn knit him a stocking! And it's always so nice to have another person in this house, especially one as charming as Sirius."
James felt a pang of jealousy. He knew his mother just adored Sirius, and wouldn't mind having him as a son. But he let the bad feeling slide off his shoulder-having Sirius live here permanetly would make all of life a party.
"I will mum, don't worry. C'mon, let's go, I told Sirius and Remus I'd save them and Peter seats on the train."