Joyce limped over to her bed. Her brother, James, interrupted his work, saying, "Y'know, I think Sirius likes you quite a lot…" Joyce rolled her eyes, and the raven-haired boy continued. "I reckon he fancies you."
"Hah! What a joke," scoffed Joyce. "I mean, really? The famous womanizer of Hogwarts, fancy me? Give me a break, James." She sighed. "What in the world gave you that idea?" She wriggled her eyebrows at her twin, getting a chuckle out of the boy.
"I never understood how you did that," he said pointing to her eyebrows. "But I'm not changing subject. I reckon he likes you because he breaks almost everything he's holding when 'Ravenclaw' comes up, he eyes the Ravenclaw table all the time in your general direction and he starts acting weird when you and your friends are around."
"That's saying something," Joyce said lightly.
"Yeah, well, weirder than usual," laughed James. Then he became sirius (A/N: See what I did there? Yeah? Ha-ha!). "He's cheering for Ravenclaw now!"
"No way!" gasped Joyce dramatically.
"Yes! He never did before… until last year, OWL year, when you made your House team."
"Hm… I suppose you might be right."
"Do you… Um… Like him… Uh… Back?" asked James, blushing deeply. "Honestly?"
"Honestly, you ask?" Joyce bit her lip. "I don't know."