"Oh a cat! And we can name him something regal! Like, Sir Hamilton the fourth of Cambridge! And bring him to visit Tuney, so he can get hair all over her couch and make her sneeze for a month!" Lily beamed. The idea of a cat had always been very intriguing to her, though she had never been allowed one due to her sister's distaste for animals, especially the ones that made her sneeze. She would have adored to have had a pet, any type of pet, growing up. But it had just been one of those things that had always gone unnoticed every birthday that she had asked for one, because Petunia would always find a reason to dispell the idea.
"Yes. Peach. With my hair, at that." Lily tugged at one of her dark red locks, turned her body and flopped backwards to land her head in her friend's lap. "Appearently it's Tuney's new favorite color." She rolled off of the seat and climbed up, pressing her trunk open and digging into it. She brought out the dress, presenting it in all of it's hideous peachy, lacey, frilly glory. Now, Lily wasn't typically one to knock lace or frills, so long as they were used properly, but this thing was overkill. Even the lace had lace and the frills had more frills and the lace had frilly lace frills trimmed with lace. "Just look at these sleeves!" They were puffy sleeves... the kind that gave one's arms the appearence of bein full of air. She dropped the dress into her friend's lap and flopped back down.
"Well, technically speaking, you're of age, so he can't tell you what to do, but I know how parents can be. Even though we're grown up basically, they still seem to have that strange parental power over us..." She gagged. "It would be nice though, to have you come. Mum and Dad would adore you and we could terrorize Tuney." She grinned at the very though of it before frowning. "Meh. You know, maybe having a boyfriend is over rated. I mean, boys grow up so much slower than girls, we're better off waiting until we get out of school and can find someone a bit older than us who is more level with our maturity than the schoolboys we know."
"If she's got a decent sense of humor it is." Sirius countered, grinning when his friend agreed to his plot. He gladly followed him out of the cart on a quest for the trolley. "Oh, if the trolley lady knew what we were going to do with the chocolate we're going to get, she'd refuse to give us any. But then, maybe she's the kind of woman with a sense of humor. Wouldn't know though, as we've never taken the chance to get to know her..." He pondered this for a second. "You'd think after seven years worth of train rides, we'd at least know her name, and yet, all we know is that she provides us with enough sugar to make it through until the feast."
Sirius grinned as they innocently bought the chocolate and retreated back to their compartment. He held gladly watched it melt, filling his water balloon as full as it would go before tying it off. "This is going to be great. We'd better get it on with, so the chocolate doesn't go solid before we can chuck it. I mean, getting them messy is one thing, bruising them is another." He tossed the balloon a few times in his hand, testing it out. "Still nice and warm." He laughed and snuck out of the compartment, quietly making his way towards the girls' and motioning for James to follow him.