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From:

parumcanis

Er-- well, before I met you, I met this kid called James Potter. Have you met him?

[He's already grinning a little, though; clearly James Potter is brilliant.]

From:

bitty_justice

[He shakes his head.]

You're the first person I've talked with. Aside from that stuck-up blond kid in my compartment, but I was mostly talking at him.

[That had stung him before, and up to this point he'd been brooding over it in misery and hurt; now, though, it seems more funny and ridiculous than anything, and Miles grins.]

Is he, um, cool? Mr. Potter?

From:

parumcanis

[He nods--already he's convinced of the coolness of James Potter, not that that took very much for him. James is cool.]

Really cool. You'll like him. He knows loads about quidditch as well, we'll teach you, between us, don't worry. And he said he wants to be in Gryffindor.

From:

bitty_justice

[And Edgeworth brightens - ]

That's perfect! Then the three of us can be friends all together.

[And then, having to be a bit dubious - ]

So long as he likes me.

From:

parumcanis

'Course he will. Why wouldn't he?

[He fixes Miles with a sceptical look at that, either because he's being ridiculous for suggesting that might actually happen, or because he's trying to work out if there's some secret to him that he ought to know about.]

From:

bitty_justice

Well - just because...sometimes people don't like people. That's all.

From:

parumcanis

Well-- yeah, like gits, and prats. But you're not either one of those, so--

[He shrugs, magnanimous in his exceptions.]

You'll be find. He ought to be along in a bit, you'll see.

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles smiles, and gives a little bit of a laugh of delight, because Sirius is so strange; there is something so very strange about declaring someone not a git or a prat. And so he nods, cheerful - ]

Well, if you like him, too, then I definitely will as well. I trust your judgment.

From:

parumcanis

Good, 'cos you should.

[Arrogant and happy at the same time, he flops back against the seat and stares out the window with a sigh of satisfaction.]

D'you want a pumpkin pastie?

From:

bitty_justice

What is it?

[Which is a stupid question, he realizes as soon as it's out of his mouth, so he tries to cover by playing it cool - ]

You know, just because...there are a lot of wizarding things that aren't what they sound like.

From:

parumcanis

It's a pastie, with pumpkin in it--but sweet. They're really good. And they don't move or hop around at all, I promise.

[He's sort of teasing on that bit, referencing back to the chocolate frogs, but he grins a little as he hands over one of the pasties.]

Here. Try it.

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles takes it with a grin, and then makes a great show of opening it - making sure it doesn't hop about at all - and then extracts nothing worse than a pasty, appropriately immobile. He bites into it enthusiastically and incautiously (a habit which will of course be lost in future years, particularly since he'll be hanging about Sirius Black, and in time one learns to try what Sirius Black gives one with care) and is rewarded with something phenomenally delicious - ]

Oh, brilliant! This is -

[He hadn't been able to eat the chocolate frog, but the pasty is devoured enthusiastically. In between bites:]

The food here is so good. Dad said -

[He swallows.]

That I must still take care to eat a balanced diet, but I mostly just want five more of these.

From:

parumcanis

[That's a weird bit of advice, and Sirius laughs--not unkindly--as he chucks Edgeworth another pumpkin pastie, and selects one for himself.]

Well, but we're on the train. We don't have anything else we could eat, and I'm hungry. Anyway, you could eat fifty more, if you liked, 'cos your dad isn't here.

[REBELLION! He gives him a devilish little smirk as he bites into his pastie.]

From:

bitty_justice

[Sirius Orion Black. Miles stares at Sirius, bordering on being aghast but at the moment hovering somewhere around just shocked.]

What - but Dad's advice is sound! And helpful!

From:

parumcanis

[But Sirius only smiles, encouragingly. Already his role as tempter is one that he knows how to play.]

Yeah, and you can mind him, later. But right now this is sort of like-- like a party, isn't it? You can eat whatever you like on Christmas, and you can definitely eat whatever you like on your first day of Hogwarts.

There's no one here to say no.

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles hesitates a long moment, then finally says, dubiously:]

Well, we're...on the train. So it's okay here. Dietary rules don't...apply as much when you're, um, traveling.

From:

parumcanis

Yeah. 'Cos we're traveling.

[He nods, coolly, totally blase about this--his smirk suggests something a little more pleased than blase--but he's cool in how he picks up the next pumpkin pastie and holds it out to Miles, invitingly.]

From:

bitty_justice

[A nod as he takes it, without hesitation.]

Right. And when I get to Hogwarts, then I'll eat vegetables. Lots of vegetables. And drink milk. All that.

From:

parumcanis

Sure, yeah. Exactly.

[And you'll do it alone, but he doesn't say that. Sirius rips into another pumpin pastie for himself and stuffs it into his mouth, happily.]

Only you'll have butterbeer as well. You'll have to.

From:

bitty_justice

Oh -

[He blinks.]

It's not...real beer, is it?

From:

parumcanis

At school?

[Are you kidding? That's the look that he gives Miles, his nose wrinkled up.]

No way. Only house elves get drunk on butterbeer. It's a drink, that's all. You'll love it, you'll see--it's sweet and fizzy and brilliant.

From:

bitty_justice

Oh - Then...Yes, that sounds good. Sort of like root beer?

From:

parumcanis

Roots? Like-- a potion?

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles actually answers that with an enthusiastic:]

Yeah, sort of! Except instead of having magical properties, the ingredients for the potion are added for flavor. Though back in the original days, it was thought to have healing properties, as well - highly unscientific, all of that, but people thought it - but I bet you've never tried it, have you?

From:

parumcanis

What was it meant to be healing?

[That does sound a bit like a potion, though no wizard would make potions with ingredients just so they might taste good. Perhaps they ought to, Sirius thinks. He's had enough foul-tasting potions in his life to last him a lifetime.]

I don't think we even have root-beer. Where can you buy it?