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STUFF GOES IN HERE

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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?

From:

bitty_justice

Well, it was part of this whole...Basically, people pretended that they made miracle cures that were nothing of the sort, and they promised that they'd cure everything, stomachaches and baldness and anything else. And they went around in wagons and sold them to anyone who would come by. People eventually caught on that they weren't any use, but they still liked the taste.

[He says all of that cheerfully and rapidly; Miles might put strong stock in being kind and decent, but he certainly takes a certain delight in recounting this borderline immoral activity - mostly because he knows Sirius will be interested.]

Anyway, it's American, so we'll have to go to America to try it.

From:

parumcanis

[His guess is accurate. Sirius is very interested. He grins a bit, impressed by the sheer audacity of these salesmen.]

They just lied, and everyone believed them? Wow. They must have been really good liars. [And the idea of going to America--while impossible--is still more exciting, so he adds, eagerly:] Where in America is it?

From:

bitty_justice

Oh, all over. We've got these places, root beer stands - they usually serve hamburgers, too, and sometimes they get done up really absurd, where people come out on roller-skates to take your order and stuff. I've never been to one of those, but I bet they're pretty fun.

From:

parumcanis

Roller-skates.

[He repeats the words--not as a question, just trying to suss out what they might be. Like ice skates, but with rollers--oh, right, he's seen muggle kids with those, and so he nods, quickly, before his knowledge can be questioned.]

We should find one of those, if you've never been. That's the one that we'll go to.

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles nods.]

Or - oh, what about a drive-in? Where they serve you food when you're still in your car? [But here's a question - ] Have you ever been in a car?

From:

parumcanis

Well-- no.

[He glances at his right foot, as he kicks it against the bench.]

Never had the chance. We don't-- have much to do with cars.

From:

bitty_justice

[That's just an excuse for a fresh bout of enthusiasm:]

Oh, that's - No, you have to. Cars are brilliant. I'm a car enthusiast - [The stodgy phrase is clearly copied from someone else.] And I've already picked out what I'll drive when I'm old enough to drive. Dad's car is nice, but it's not the best, and he's promised me when he gets a new one he'll let me help pick it.

From:

parumcanis

They don't seem that great.

[But he's not sure of that, and it shows in his tone. Plus he doesn't know about cars, does he--it's entirely possible that they're brilliant. Just not more brilliant than broomsticks, surely.]

What's the one that you want, then?

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From:

bitty_justice

[He answers at once, with great certainty and enormous enthusiasm.]

The Toyota 2000GT. It's a brilliant car. Absolutely brilliant. There've only been 350 built but they're winning races all over and can go up to 220 kilometers per hour. I'd get one in red - manual, I'd never drive an automatic - and I'd obey all the speed limits of course but it would just be brilliant.

From:

parumcanis

Speed limits?

[He laughs at that--but his interest has been caught anyways. Like Ricky Bobby, Sirius Black just likes to go fast, and he likes to win. All of these things, contained in a single object--even if it's a muggle object--why wouldn't he be interested?]

But it can go 220 kilometers per hour!