Disclaimer: It's J.K Rowling's, not mine. Never was, never will be.
A/N: Hello all!!! No-one is more surprised than me to have another story up but I was once again unable to sleep and this is what i came up with. I'm not sure if it will go anywhere, but i'm thinking of having chapters from the point of view of numerous people. It's almost like an inner thought process so just bear with me. Review if you like it and want me to do more!!!
Sirius
Humour is a defence mechanism. I have a lot to defend.
Arrogance is self preservation. I have a lot of self to preserve.
Knowledge is power. Or paranoia, I haven't decided which one yet. Think about it, the more magical diseases you learn about, the more of a hypochondriac you become. You get one red spot on your face and suddenly it's not the usual prepubescent inflammation you convince yourself nobody can see, but the beginnings of a tropical fungal disease you picked up when you were holidaying in the Maldives (I've never actually been to the Maldives but you get the picture). The more you learn in defence against the dark arts, the more you are convinced someone is about to attack you around the next corner. Granted, with friends like mine, I don't need an enemy to attack me. James, Remus or Peter (well, maybe not so much Pete, the guy can hardly tell the tip of his wand apart from the handle. Top bloke though) are very willing to make sure I don't forget that they are some of the best pranksters in the whole school. I shall simply omit the fact that I too am just like them.
My last name, coincidentally, is the same colour as my hair. I hate my last name. It reminds me of the black prejudices my family hold dear. I love my hair though.
My first name, not so coincidentally, is nothing like my personality. Well, nothing like my persona on an average day anyway. It appears my family are obsessed with stars. And perhaps adjectives. Sirius Black. If you spelled my first name like the actual word, it would be Serious Black. Many people make the joke that my middle name is Leigh (or Lee if you want a different spelling). That wouldn't work. Why? Because Leigh (or Lee) is neither galaxy related nor an adjective. Luckily I don't have a middle name. It could have been Sirius Uranus Black. Bad joke, sorry.
Confidence can mask insecurities. I never thought I was good looking. I was short, real short, and not exactly thin. I wasn't exactly fat either, just not thin. Until fourth year. A girl in the year above came up to me that year and asked me out. She was gorgeous. She told me I was gorgeous. I would rather be told I was something more manly, like 'hot' or 'sexy' but I wasn't going to argue. I used to pretend to be confident. Now I am confident. It's hard not to listen after the one hundredth comment from a girl that they think you're gorgeous. Come to think of it, there have been a couple of guys who've said that too. Interesting.
Flirting is harmless, if you know how to play it right. If there is a male equivalent of a tease, then I'm one. I'm in it for the thrill of the chase. I get to the stage where I have a girl wrapped around my little finger, and then I leave them hanging. Broom cupboards are tacky. The astronomy tower simply says 'I think you are nothing more than a cheap floozy'. I take the girl on a date outside the castle. The lake is great, so long as it's not raining. Or a full moon. Sometimes the girl grows on me. Sometimes I fall hard. It always ends eventually. It always ends on my terms. Don't worry, I never let the girl feel like it's her fault. I just play the whole 'I have issues' card and they leave with a strange sense of respect for me. I have no idea why I do this. Maybe it's because of my fucked up family and their shunning of me which has lead me to be emotionally incompetent or maybe I end it before the girl gets a chance to reject me as my family has done. Maybe I think I'm too good for the girls I've been with. Maybe I'm a real sap and constantly end relationships because the girl isn't my soul mate. I really don't know and I really don't care. Maybe I'll grow up one day, and then I'll care but for now, I sleep easy.
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I am a morning person. I'm not one of those really annoyingly chirpy morning people, but if I wake up at six in the morning, I'm awake and get ready. My roommates are not morning people. Remus particularly hates mornings. You could say he is more of a night creature. Creature would be an extremely appropriate term as he is the cause for the majority of mess in our dorm room. Chocolate wrappers, dirty socks and library books are always scattered across the room, courtesy of Remus, but there is always one bed which is impeccably tidy. I mean so tidy a house elf would ask this person for cleaning tips. It's not me or Peter who can't stand the mess, but James. The guy is completely anal retentive about neatness and has set up an invisible boundary around his four-poster so that none of our mess mingles with his 'area'. This is rather ironic as James has the scruffiest appearance of us all. Maybe he's trying to compensate for the lack of control he has over his hair. Or the lack of control over the girl he is completely enamoured with.
The aforementioned girl is Lily Evans. She is a goddess. I would never even think of her in a 'more than friendly way' or attempt to flirt with her because James would make sure I sang soprano for the rest of my life. I am just as confident (which translates to arrogant by the way) as James, but for some reason I get along with Lily extremely well and James doesn't. My theory is we get along so well because we're alike, Lily and I. Well, minus the arrogance. I have a feeling she really does like James but feels the need to keep him hanging because the chase is far more exciting than the unknown territory of a possible relationship. I think she's coming around though, seeing as she's stopped hanging out with a certain greasy Slytherin slime ball. I know they'll get together eventually (Lily and James, not Lily and the slime ball). I also know that it will be on Lily's terms. We're just that similar. She's a morning person too.
"Michelle's snoring woke you up?" I asked. We often have chats in the wee hours of the morning. It's how we got to know each other and pretend we had figured the other out. I sure as hell haven't completely figured her out.
"More effective than an alarm clock as you would know." She answered, not looking up from her magazine.
"Ah, those were the days." I mused. Michelle was one I fell so hard for that I'm sure I bruised something. It lasted five months in fifth year. To end it, I used the excuse that my brother was going off the rails and that I needed to sort him out. It was true but it clearly had nothing to do with our relationship. I told you it was always on my terms.
"Breakfast?" Lily asked.
"Kitchens?"
"No, the tables will be ready. It's almost seven."
"Lead the way."
Lily and I bonded over our dislike for our names. My family were all named after stars. Her family were all named after flowers. I just had a sudden thought. If me and Lily are so alike, that means James is just looking for a female version of me. I may pitch that idea to him. It would be great to hear his reasoning. I'm sure the fact that Lily has breasts will come up at some stage and will be the clincher to win him the argument.
At seven in the morning, it's usually just me and Lily at the Gryffindor table. There is always one other girl at the Hufflepuff table. Trude? Prude? It's a different name anyway. Lily has just informed me her name is Gertrude. I was close. She's in a couple of my classes but I don't know her that well. From what I've gathered, she's a shy one, rather quiet, and probably pretty smart too but I wouldn't really know.
Pancakes are my preferred choice for breakfast today. No maple syrup, just lemon and sugar. Simplicity is best.
A/N: So what do you think? Remus may be next...
