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STUFF GOES IN HERE

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From:

parumcanis

[He lets out a huff of breath, a little disgusted.]

But that's ages from now! Do we really have to wait that long? You can get a broomstick whenever you like, you know--

From:

bitty_justice

[That's a little bit of a surprise.]

Really? You don't need a licence?

From:

parumcanis

Nah! Not for broomsticks, why would you? For Apparition, yeah, but you do your lessons for that at Hogwarts and you get your licence. But you can get a broomstick whenever you like--they're brilliant.

You haven't got one, have you?

From:

bitty_justice

[He clears his throat and shakes his head.]

Um...No. They're a little...expensive.

From:

parumcanis

[And Sirius, entirely heedless of any awkwardness, charges on, magnanimously:]

Oh, that's all right. You can borrow one of mine. I mean, they have school brooms to teach us flying, but I'll take you out before that. And mine are loads better than the school ones.

From:

bitty_justice

One of yours. As in you have several.

[Which isn't a comment on Sirius' wealth - which is considerable, no doubt of that, and Miles is so happy that it's not causing any distance between them - but just a happy realization because of this:]

So we could get a group together flying?

From:

parumcanis

Yeah. And we could play quidditch, then, once you'd learnt to fly, and learnt the rules--

[Eagerly, he grins--he'd not even bothered to confirm the question of several; it doesn't matter, that's clearly the case. Several, and they can be borrowed and used for this brilliant purpose.]

It's going to be great.

Edited (carrots) Date: 2013-10-04 07:44 pm (UTC)

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles hesitates, then smiles a bit shyly.]

I guess I probably could play, yeah. I'd have to be careful, but...

From:

parumcanis

It's quidditch, not dragon-baiting! Why are you going on about being careful?

[He grins at Miles, pleased that he's agreed to it already.]

And your dad said to stay healthy, right? So you'll need to exercise--so, that's quidditch!

From:

bitty_justice

[And the smile broadens.]

That's a really good point. Quiddich is good exercise, then?

From:

parumcanis

Oh, yeah!

[Not really, he thinks, privately. But Edgeworth doesn't actually need to know that, right? Not really.]

It's really good for you. Your dad would definitely approve.

From:

bitty_justice

[Clearly the magic words: Edgeworth brightens at once, his grin solidified. The thought of dad's approval is enough to make him nod, firmly, and announce:]

Then I'll get really good at it. We'll form a team ourselves.

From:

parumcanis

Brilliant.

[He sticks his hand out for a handshake, solemn--but really, his grin is too broad for that.]

It's all going to be brilliant, you'll see. Hogwarts is the best.

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles nods enthusiastically, and shakes Sirius' hand enthusiastically, then sits back and looks out the window. They're coming around a bend in the track, and he blinks out there, searching - not quite there yet. He looks back at Sirius, gives a slightly embarrassed grin - ]

I'm...pretty excited. We're going to be there soon, right?

Edited Date: 2013-10-06 03:23 pm (UTC)

From:

parumcanis

[He'd leaned forward as well--just a little, just enough to see--but he nods at Edgeworth anyways, with an expert air.]

Oh, yeah. Any minute now. You'll have to put on your school robes, 'cos we'll go right away to the start of term feast.

From:

bitty_justice

Oh, yeah - my robes -

[His face brightens as he remembers those; then he looks around and wrinkles his nose - ]

My luggage is still in the other compartment. Um -

[He asks, with just a little bit of embarrassment - ]

You wouldn't be willing to come along with me.

From:

parumcanis

'Course I will!

[Untroubled, Sirius shoves himself forward and slips out of his seat, going right for the compartment door.]

Anyways, then I can see who this wanker is, the one in your first compartment.

[It's still thrilling, using that word without fear of reprimand. Wanker. He grins a little.]

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles smiles broader, much braver with the thought of Sirius at his back. Or - in front of him. Technically speaking. Still, brightly, he nods and follows behind him, a few steps behind, and says - ]

Third compartment down. Right there on the right.

From:

parumcanis

[Sirius nods and, without hesitation, goes, ducking to avoid other students passing by in the corridor. It's not a far distance, and he's soon at the door to the compartment in question, shoving it open and striding into the room as if he owns the place.]

We're here for his trunk.

From:

bitty_justice

[The boy sitting there is wearing a singularly unpleasant expression. He looks up with complete, aristocratic contempt, opens his mouth to say something unpleasant - and then, all at once, that drops away. He scrambles to his feet, says -

You're - Sirius Black. We met, do you remember when we met -

Which makes Miles squint at Sirius in surprise.]

From:

parumcanis

[Sirius nods, once, folding his arms over his chest. He hasn't forgotten what it is to have people react to him like this--but he wishes he could have. An hour or so in Miles' company, and Sirius has found that he much prefers when people don't know him, when people get to know him rather than hear his family name and expect something, or look for something.

It's an advanced thought, one that he's not sure of. But he remembers how effortless and fun conversation with Miles was--and how forced it was to talk to this kid, at the wedding he's talking about. It was really for the adults, but all of the children were there as well, forced into dress robes.]

Yeah. Rosier. I remember.

[And he turns his back on Rosier, looking at Miles instead.]

If we stand on the bench, we ought to be able to get your trunk.

From:

bitty_justice

Sure.

[Miles is still looking between Sirius and Rosier - and it's just odd, how the cold and arrogant boy of that first hour in the compartment has suddenly turned, well, fawning...But, no matter, really; he was weird to begin with, and he's weird now, just in a different way.]

Here, give me a hand up -

[Rosier, though, is staring in astonishment - after a moment, he starts frowning, says -

Black, whoever you think this boy is, he isn't that. I saw his dad - Muggle clothes and all. He's a mudblood.]

From:

parumcanis

[Sirius was midway to giving Edgeworth that hand up when Rosier speaks up. He's heard that word all his life, in passing, and it's never really meant anything, because Sirius has never known any muggles. He's only seen them in passing, but they've always looked the same, at least--and now he's met Miles, he's friends with Miles, and for once he hears that word for what it is: an insult.

So he turns, quick, to glare at Rosier.]

Shut up. I know who he is. We're here for his trunk, not to listen to you.

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles turns, looking curiously first at Sirius, then at Rosier. Rosier doesn't have a glance to spare for Miles, though: he's staring, astonished, nearly horrified, at Sirius, like Sirius has said a bad word himself.

Miles doesn't know what a mudblood is, but it's certainly not hard to guess. Maybe if he were on his own, and he'd heard that word, he'd be flinching - at the insult to him, to Dad...but with Sirius backing him up with such ferocity, Miles just looks at Rosier and says, firmly:]

And I'm not going to hear any insults towards my dad. If you persist, I will alert the proper authorities and ensure that disciplinary action is taken against you.

[And then he nods firmly, and turns to Sirius, nods, and hoists himself up on the bench for his luggage. He's proud of himself, and his toughness...even if Rosier seemed to have stopped hearing anything after Sirius rebuked him.]

From:

parumcanis

You'll alert the authorities?

[Sirius wrinkles his nose a little, amused--but he hoists himself up as well, beside Edgeworth, stretching his arm up to try to grab the handle of the trunk.

But Miles' comeback startles Rosier out of his shock, and he gets to his feet, staring for him. You can't talk to me like that--

He goes to grab Miles, to pull him down--and Sirius turns, indignant and angry, leaping down to the floor--]

Oi! Leave him alone!