"Lucy! Quick! The prefects meeting is almost about to start!"
I look up and see Lyra Ferguson, Head Girl, at my compartment door.
Megan and Florence are asleep.
I put my book down and jump up from my seat. I follow Lyra to the Prefects Cabin. Suddenly, something heavy drops onto my shooulder.
Black.
"Don't touch me, Black," I spit and spin my way out of his grip.
Sirius Black loved me, for which all the girls (excluding Slytherin's) of Hogwarts hated me for. Except my two best friends, Megan and Florence.
"Awwww, come on Lucy. I was only having some fun," he moans.
I ignor him and keep walking. I reach the prefects compartment having Black follow me the whole way until the door.
"Awwwwww, I'm sorry, Black. Do you need a kiss to make you feel better?" I ask him as he stands in the doorway.
He nods vigurously.
"Here," I say.
I slap him in the face.
He is shocked.
"That's not a kiss!" he shouts.
"Oh, but that's one from me to you," I smaile and slam the door in his face.
I take my seat next to Remus Lupin, other prefect from Gryffindor.
"Can you tell your retarted or mentaly ill friend that he needs to stop pestering me!?" I exclaim to him.
"Yeah, sorry about that..." he trails off.
"Welcome fifth, six and seven year prefects! My name is Lyra Ferguson, your new head Girl, and this is Fabian Prewett, Head Boy for this year," Lyra says.
She hands out schedules and dismiss' us.
"Hey-"
"Black, I a not in the mood for being asked to Hogsmeade," I snap.
"It's not Sirius, it's Peter."
Peter Petigrew. Again, another Marauder.
"Oh! Sorry Peter, I thought it was Black. You know..." I trail off.
Well, this is awkward.
"Look, Sirius was just wondering, if you errr..., could ummm...-"
"Look, Peter. You don't have to do this for Black. Tell him that if he wants to speak to me, he can do it to my face. Tell him, to grow up," I say kindly.
"Thank you!" I squeaks and runs off.
I make my way back to my compartement.
Megan and Floss are awake.
"Hey dudes!" I smile.
"Hey Luce!" they reply.
"Let me guess, Black got Peter to ask you out? For him?" Megan asks.
"Got it in one," I smile.
"Well, that's 358 times in the past five years now," Floss says.
"He's such an arse!" I cry.
Lucy is going out with Remus and Floss is going out with Marcus Prewett, who's in out year.
And Black has been pinning after me for five years now.
It's bloody living hell.
