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up at her mother and tried to explain in not so many words. "He got sorted into
Gryffindor."
Dorea frowned in obvious understanding. "Oh, dear."
Charlus chuckled. "Shame for Slytherins."
The moment Sirius approached, Dorea pulled him into a swift hug, beaming. "You
lovely, little rebellious lion! I hear you're coming to stay with us for a few weeks? What a
wonderful Christmas surprise!"
"Really?" Sirius asked with a raised brow and a smile plastered on his face.
"Of course, love! The more the merrier!" Dorea repeated her words from earlier.
Charlus turned his attention to Mia. "Where's your brother?"
All three children groaned.
Mia rolled her eyes and gestured to the train. "He'll be a minute."
Charlus opened his mouth with a curious expression when a loud shout came from
the train: "Let go of my trunk, Potter!"
"The screaming redhead is Lily Evans," Mia told her father. "Jamie fancies her."
The boy in question was trying to carry Lily's trunk. "I'll carry it for you," James
insisted. "Your hands are delicate flowers, you shouldn't have to worry about this big trunk.
Want me to carry your bag, too?"
He smiled, touching his cheek when Lily ripped the handle of her trunk out of his
hands.
"Get away from me, you prat!" she shouted, storming away as quickly as possible,
her long red hair flowing behind her.
"Write to me? Owl me? Floo me?" James called desperately after her, waving his
hands.
"Argh! Go away!" Lily's voice echoed in the distance.
"Mum!" James rushed into his mother's arms. Charlus stared down at his son with
laughter in his eyes after watching the scene.
Dorea, on the other hand, looked horrified. "James? Is everything all right?" she
asked as she examined his cheek since he could not stop touching it.
James beamed brightly. "Everything's grand. I'm in love!"
"Oh, dear." Dorea sighed again.