I heard the door creak open and the bed shifted under me. “Oh Merlin, I hate James Potter.” That definitely wasn’t mum. She’d never say a thing like that because she loves my cousin.

My eyes watched Peter’s as they moved back and forth between Sirius and me. When he did make eye contact with me, he had the smallest smirk on his lips, “Nope.”

I never understood why the two of them could never snog in his dorm. At least it would be easier for him to get up there seeing as there are no charmed stairs attempting to prevent Patrice from getting up there. Why’d it always have to be Black anyways?

Marissa seemed completely innocent in all this, she was a good looking girl (as much of our quidditch team seemed oddly good looking--as cliched as that sounds) with an apparently captivating personality. She’s managed to have two boys’, both of whom are older than her, attentions on her and only her.

I spotted ‘Book Boomerang’ in the distance. The book store was strange, filled with odd employees and ugly paintings. Not only that, but the name hardly fit it. Sure, they had books. One couldn’t return them though, even if they aren’t satisfied. They had good books none the less though.

I looked behind me at Black and saw him staring at his own list with furrowed brows. His was different than mine, it was James’ list and I was almost positive Fire Whiskey was somewhere on there.

“Oh, so she knows about the rumors then?” Anelie asked, “She must be absolutely furious, having two of the best looking guys in the school making rumors and all about her and them being together.”

I attempted to open my eyes once more having thought that I simply blinked. I made to pick up my book that had somehow fallen on the floor. It was bit strange that a book could drop to the floor with no sound in less than a second.

Lily was grinning herself as she observed my reaction, “I didn’t know that you’d never had chicken pox before.”

I have only the vaguest of ideas on who could have possibly taken their life away from them. I could only guess that it was tied in with the other murders that had been occurring for the past few months. Nothing was obvious though. It could’ve been a robber or a neighbor. Everyone was a suspect as far as I could tell.

I smiled at him, then at Mrs. Rodsander, “This is James Mrs. Rodsander,” I made sure to speak slowly and clearly, “He was John’s nephew-in-law.”

“Oh how wonderful!” she said excitedly, clapping her hands together, “What’s your name again?”

East or West. East would make more sense because I was originally traveling east right? What if that isn’t east though, what if it’s north or north east or south east or south. I can’t tell. I know it’s not west. Or is it. That means west must be east. So I’ll go west, or east. My brain was completely wacky, so to put it simply I went through the left door.

I snorted, loudly. The entire locker room seemed to freeze around me. I looked around my shower stall and hoped that the conversation just happened to end before I made the loud noise. Judging by the thick layer of awkward around me, I doubted that.

“ They will make the cutest babies!” Marissa sqeaked.

This single statement triggered a number of responses. Two groans separately emitted from Sirius and me, while Frank merely laughed. Alice gasped and clapped her hands together once while Anelie yelled, “I hadn’t even thought of that!” She pushed our heads together and compared our appearance, “They would make the most gorgeous babies ever!”