Raking a hand through his hair, Sirius shoved his way past some little midgets that had to be first years- and really, had he ever been that small?- to get to the compartment. Peter had insisted on interrogating him on where he was going and why, and as Sirius had refused to give him any answers there had been a sort of standoff.
The blue lightsaber Sirius had been unable to resist buying was in his right hand (his wand was in shoved in the back pocket of his denims)- and really, this was why he shouldn't have been allowed to buy a house in a Muggle neighborhood. Too many fun movies and- telly-vision? was that what it was called?- other things for him to waste his time on when he really should have done his essays instead of leaving them till the last couple days of the holidays.
Ha. Yeah, right. They were done, and that was all that mattered.
Finally, he reached the compartment and yanked the door open, grinning widely and holding his lightsaber out in front of him. "Surrender, villain!"