Toujours Pur · Y/n story by @shylynn0316

King's Cross was chaos. Steam curled around the scarlet Hogwarts Express in thick, twisting ropes, and the platform swarmed with students, parents calling final goodbyes over the scrape of trunks across stone.

Walburga Black

jabbing a gloved finger toward Sirius's chest You will write every week.

Sirius Black

I'll consider it.

Walburga Black

voice climbing You will do no such thing, you ungrateful—

Cassiopeia Black

resting one hand lightly on her trunk, mouth curving just slightly He'll write, Mother.

Walburga Black

snapping toward her Do not encourage him.

A few feet away, Regulus stood shoulder to shoulder with Barty, heads bent together, their voices too low to carry.

Sirius Black

turning Potter.

James didn't answer.

Sirius Black

louder Potter.

James Potter

blinking What?

Sirius Black

following his gaze, groaning Oh, for Merlin's sake.

Cassiopeia Black

looking over What?

James Potter

smiling innocently Nothing.

Sirius Black

folding his arms You've been staring at my sister for thirty seconds.

James Potter

I was thinking.

Cassiopeia Black

one eyebrow lifting That sounds dangerous.

James Potter

grinning wider, glasses slipping down his nose It's my final year. I'm allowed.

She shook her head and turned back toward the train, trunk handle already in her grip.

Sirius Black

smacking his shoulder Seven years, mate. Give it up.

James Potter

still watching Never.