“What are you looking at dirt face?” He said scathingly, crinkling his nose in disgust. I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind when a name was called and it was apparently his. “Black, Sirius.”

“Great, bloody, sodding, Fan- freaking- tastic.” I cried and raised my hands above my head in exasperation. I clenched my fist in suppressed rage and was very close to punching his good for nothing, ridiculously good-looking face in.

First, second and third year has come and gone. Fourth year is on the horizon and strange and mysterious things are beginning to happen beyond the safe walls of Hogwars. Amid all that, Severus and Lucinda find themselves falling out and in which everything is not quite there.

“And I don’t want to be one.” I pulled away from his grasp, my anger bubbling to the surface once again. “You know Severus, there is difference between destiny and fate. Despite what you might think Severus, your destiny is not written in the stars.

“Ah. I see Severus has been teaching you than.” Black snarled coolly.

“Teaching me what you pompous ass?” I snapped.
 
“The Unforgivables.” He whispered threateningly.