A Week With Sirius: A FLOM Story
In Reply to raisha's "A Week With..." Challenge
By Katherine West
Day One:
When I first signed up for this "Hogwarts Year Four Camping Trip", I never thought that I wouldn't be paired with my fellow ladies; Lily, Rachel, and Emily. In fact, I never knew that you would only be paired with one other person. And lastly, I didn't know that it was co-ed pairings either.
That's how I got paired with Black.
Black. Even saying the name makes me growl with anger and want to pull my hair out.
But I must not do that. I am a conserved, calm young lady.
When I WANT to be, anyway.
"God, I can't believe I have to spend a week in a tent with Potter." Lily says angrily as we collect firewood. "I think I may throttle him."
I grin. "That would rid us of one Marauder."
"What about Marauders?" Rachel asks as she comes up from behind us with two buckets of water.
"Hooves was talking about wanting to throttle Potter because he's being an ass." Emily explains to her in the civilized tone she always uses.
Lily shrugs. "It's true. This morning, he asked if I wanted him to warm me. TO WARM ME."
That sends us three bursting in hysterical laughter.
"How is that funny?" She glares at us.
I stop laughing long enough to reply. "Maybe he yearns for you Hooves."
And we all start laughing even harder.
Later in "Our" Tent
I'm reading The Adventures of Huckleberry FinnasSirius walks into the tent.
"Hey West. Have you seen a small book, leather-bound, it says Utopia on it." He explains to me.
I hand him his book and then look back down at mine.
After a few moments, I realize that he still hasn't left. I look up and see him staring at me. "Yes?" I ask in an annoyed tone.
"You look cute when you're angry." He says before exiting the tent once more.
I feel myself blush. Why am I blushing? That was BLACK for crying out loud! Good lord riddance! I then stop and think...
Am I falling for Black?
Is that even possible for me to do? I mean, we hate each other! And it all started with my fist mashing into his nose in First Year. I never did apologize for that. Maybe... maybe I should.
I set down my book and walk out of the tent to see Sir- I mean... BLACK, by the fire, reading his book. I walk up and plop myself down beside him. "Hey."
He looks up and looks surprised. "Oh, uh, hi."
"You know, you are allowed to come in the tent." I say.
"I know. I just had the feeling that you wanted to be alone, and It's nice out here." Si- Black explains to me. "Any other reason you came out here?"
I'm really nervous. "Well, I never apologized for breaking your nose in first year. It was very rude of me, and I'm sorry."
He looks at me strangely. "What brought this on?"
"I... don't know. But I just wanted to tell you that. I'll be in the... uh... tent." And I get up and walk back into the tent. I sit down on my blue sleeping bag and rest my head against the cover of my book. That was so awkward! Why was it awkward? Why am I even thinking about him right now? Why do I keep asking questions? Why aren't my questions being answered?
My heart feels like It's working on overtime. This feeling I have in the pit of my stomach, is that... is that normal? My palms are sweaty and my legs feel like jelly. Why is this happening to me?
I sigh and change (quickly) into my pajama pants before huddling inside my sleeping bag and turning down the flame on our kerosene lamp. I know my questions aren't going to be answered anytime soon. Oh, and lastly? This is going to be one long week.
As my eyelids droop, and my heart relaxes, I drift off into a deep sleep, which is very abnormal for me, because I have a bad case of insomnia.
And then my dream begins.
A fourteen year old girl is walking along the edge of the Black Lake. Her long blond hair is blowing gently backwards, and her deep gray eyes are looking at the ground beneath her.
Meanwhile, a fourteen year old boy is walking the same way. His shaggy black hair is hanging in front of his stormy gray eyes, which look emotionless and sleep-deprived.
The two bash into each other.
"Black." The girl says in an angry tone.
"West." The boy says in the same sense.
They stand in silence for a few moments, before the boy, Sirius, clears his throat.
"Are you okay? You look like you've been crying." He states factually.
The girl, Katherine, frowned. "Is it really that noticeable?"
"Yeah. Your eyes are all puffy, and your cheeks are kinda red." Sirius explains.
"Oh. I'm just not having a good day. I- Hey! Why am I telling my problems to you." Katherine said.
Sirius shrugged. "I guess because I'm here."
"But... still? Why would I want to talk to you? That makes no sense!" Katherine exclaimed. "Unless... is this a dream?"
Sirius smirked. "It is if you want it to be." And he leaned down to kiss her. His lips were inches away, his breath was-
"NO!" I scream, sitting up in fright.
I see Sirius jerk awake and sit up too, staring at me.
"Are you okay?" He asks sleepily.
His lips... oh, his soft lips... so- WHAT AM I THINKING!
I quickly lay back down and face away from him. "I'm fine." I squeak.
I'm falling for Black.
I'm SO falling for Black.