Cry me a river-
I, Eva-Marie Lyria, am 5"7, have waist length honey coloured hair, am a witch and, most importantly to this story, am an insecure teenage girl (self-diagnosed of course).
I take everything that people say to me to heart, but I don't always show it. I put on a brave face and respond with a witty joke, but on the inside I'm breaking.
And the worst part is no body even knows how I feel about it.
You see, I hate crying. And I don't mean the "Ouch I just kicked my toe" kind of crying, I mean any kind of crying that involves real, actual emotion. And because of this I can absolutely not talk about any of my less than happy feelings to anyone, not even my closest friends, because there is a chance I will tear up and merlin knows what would happen then. It would probably open up the floodgates I've been holding in for the last few years and then I'd probably drown the world.
You're probably thinking that I'm being a typical teenager and exaggerating when I say a few years, but I'm not even kidding, I honestly haven't had a proper cry since I was twelve years old, when I was sitting down for breakfast at Hogwarts and I got a letter telling me that mum had been killed by some Death Eaters.
But anyway, that's beside the point.
I'm in my seventh year at Hogwarts now, with my best friends Lily, who's in Gryffindor with me, and Jane, a Ravenclaw. We're all so excited to go back to Hogwarts but I for one, would be much more excited if it weren't for one thing.
Sirius Black.
So this is my first go at writing FanFiction. Hope you enjoy. I know there isn't much Sirius/OC in this chapter but bare with me.