Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and every OC of JK Rowling's is exactly that... an original character that I have humbly borrowed. I do not own anything of this work except the added plotlines, characters and the wording of this story. I won't make this disclaimer at the beginning of every chapter.

Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black were joking around as they fell into the room, Sirius tackling Peter to the ground with a mighty roar. He probably thought he’d sound just like the lions at the fireplace, while all I could think of was a mewling kitten begging for attention. 

“You failed us last year, Larnes. We’ve got a new seeker this year,” the finger pointed to Weadowes. “You’ve never shown any romantic interest in women before, I don’t expect you to start now but just in case you are banned from this Seeker’s personal space. Good?” 

I sat there, frozen as if I was caught unawares by a full body-bind curse, wondering how our friendship had ended up here.

Because you’re a selfish tart, Jules. That’s how.