Summary. He was a boy, she was a girl. At one point they were best friends. People change, you grow older. But, why do people change? ...Do they even really change? Can you ever be sure? This is their story. And, trying to figure out change. MWPP-era.

AN. So. In all honesty, I don't know where this is going yet. But, I know I'll come up with a plot once I get into this. Heck, I actually think I started one. But, while I'm writing this. I'm letting you know that at the moment this story isn't my priority at this second. I have this other one that I really want to get out.

This is kind of a side project to let you all know I'm not dead, and that I'm improving.

So, here you go.

Foolish Games.
emilyannexx.

(1234)

Being a female is a matter of birth, being a woman is a matter of age, but being a lady is a matter of choice.

(1234)

"I can't believe you're forcing me to stay here…away from the party, outside, and in the cold. What's wrong, you've been acting so weird today, Sirius," Chanel Sadofsky said to Sirius Black, one of her many best friends. Okay, so technically they weren't sure if they considered each other best friends…but what other type of name do you give to someone who's helped you through thick and thin, good and bad, and then some. But still, it was kind of weird; sometimes it seemed that they went whole months, once a year or two…okay so almost three, they wouldn't talk.

Sirius took the cigarette out of her hand and took a drag from it. He then sighed out the smoke and leaned against the wall of his best friends, James Potter, house and shrugged.

Chanel scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you," She said simply as she placed herself in front of him. "At least if you're going to make me stand out here with you, ask before you take my fag."

Sirius smirked and examined the cigarette that he was holding. "D'you want it back?"

"Yes I want it back!" She said reaching to grab it from him, but Sirius pulled away the moment she got close.

"What do you say?" Sirius asked smiling back at her.

Chanel backed away from him but not before she reached into his jacket pocket. "I said I'm just going to take one of yours. They're better anyway," She told him as she pulled one out and moved so she could stand next to him.

Sirius studied Chanel out of the corner of his eye for a few seconds…well, more along the lines of a couple minutes. "You know something?" Sirius finally spoke up.

"No, Black, I don't know anything…" Chanel said back to him sarcastically.

"No, I'm serious," Chanel gave him a look, a 'don't pull that I'm-Sirius-serious-seriously-Sirius joke that you thought was oh-so funny when we were eleven years old' look. "I don't think I understand you as much as I used to."

Sirius put his finger over her lips to prevent her from saying anything. "No, let me finish. I mean, we used to know everything about each other…even if there were some things that I really wish you didn't tell me when we hit puberty. And now, Chanel, it's like…I don't know you at all," Sirius stopped and didn't say anything waiting for Chanel to reply.

She took a long drag from her cigarette and stared off in the other direction, not wanting to look at Sirius.

Sirius hit the wall, narrowly missing her head. "Merlin, Sadofsky! We were inseparable, and now you won't even look at me. You're parents were just killed! And you're here partying like it's just another day of the year!" He practically shouted to her. Sirius closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I bet you haven't even cried over it, have you?" He said more calmly than before.

Chanel pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn't going to cry, she couldn't…and she couldn't let Sirius think that either. She looked back over at Sirius. "And what does it matter to you? God, Black, people change…so have I! We're not thirteen anymore…"

"That's not the point Chanel!" He breathed out a breath of smoke. "Do you even care anymore? How about, do you still have a heart? 'Cause you know…this didn't only affect you…"

Chanel stubbed out her cigarette against the house and looked directly at Sirius. "And where were you when it happened, eh?" She said softly, brushing swiftly past him and back into the house. Sirius turned at stared at her receding back, then leaned back against the wall, hitting the back of his head to it a number of times before following back.

(1234)

Lily Evans stood in the corner of the living room, surrounded by a bunch of people, some friends and some…not-exactly-classified-as friends. Turning her head, she spotted Chanel, her friend and dorm mate of the past six and a half years, enter back into the room and make her way down a hall.

Lily turned back towards the conversation, laughing along with a joke that she had obviously just missed. Glancing back towards the hall, Lily began to worry after minutes of Chanel not returning. She excused herself and made her way over.

Pressing her ear up against the door, Lily heard water running. "Chanel?" She asked knocking lightly on the door.

She heard the water turn off and the feint mumble of something resembling 'yeah, come in.' Lily opened the door only wide enough to squeeze herself through and found Chanel sitting on the floor. Chanel shrugged and sighed.

Lily gave her a caring look. "You okay?" She asked, receiving a nod in response. Lily looked around and sat down on the ledge of the tub, avoiding looking at the toilet, knowing what she would find there. Lily knew Chanel was strong, but she also knew that she had her problems…just as the rest of their dorm had. All Lily could do was help her as best as she could, and support her whenever she needed it. But hey, what else are best friends for?

"What'd Sirius want? One minute you were there dancing and drinking with me and the next thing I knew I was flying solo and you were being dragged halfway across the room with him. Anything life changing? Or would you rather talk about it at a better time?" Lily asked her, a hint of humor in her voice.

Chanel smirked and stood up. "We can talk about it later, Lil. But right now…you and I have a date with some really strong firewhiskey."

Lily laughed and flushed the toilet as they walked back out.

Chanel looked down and smoothed out the front of her barely-mid-thigh dress. The night was still young, and she could already feel tomorrow morning's hangover. But what the hell? She was seventeen, and winter break would be over in a couple of days.

She was going to live in the moment.

And for nights that she would never remember anyway.