the_debt_of_time

She sighed in frustration, knowing that their intentions had, at least, originated from
a semi-good-natured place, though she was not pleased with how they had gone about it.
"Thank you for defending me, I suppose. However, I'm perfectly capable of taking
care of myself," she added stubbornly as she moved completely into the compartment,
reaching back to grip Remus's hand and drag him inside with her, taking a seat across from
James and Sirius and pulling Remus down beside her. "By the way, this is my new friend
Remus."
"James Potter." James smiled and held out his hand.
Remus stared at it much the same way he had stared at Mia's when she had
introduced herself, but this time he did not waste much time in shaking it before another
hand was held out to him.
"Sirius Black."
"Remus Lupin," he offered with a small smile.
"What house do you want then, Remus?" James asked quickly.
"Gryffindor," Remus stated without a skipping a beat.
James grinned. "Good. Hey, Mia, you want to hear something funny? Sirius might
end up in Slytherin."
Sirius scoffed and held his head high, determination on his face. "Not if I can help
it."
"Mum was in Slytherin," Mia pointed out.
"Really?" Sirius baulked. "But your mum seemed so... nice."
"She's a Black. Like your mum," Mia pointed out.
"Your mum is nothing like my mum," Sirius said, quick to defend the honour of one
Dorea Potter. "At least I hope not, for your sakes."
James cocked his head. "Your mum called my mum 'Aunt Dorea.' That makes us
family, yeah?"
"All pureblood families are related somehow if you go far back enough," Mia
explained, shifting her bookbag to the floor.
"I never cared to look too hard at my family tree," Sirius said with a grimace. "It
criss-crosses too often."