Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, I only wish I did, but I own, er… I own, um, I'll get back to you on that…

Summary: Amelia is a quiet Ravenclaw who keeps to herself, but what happens when Sirius Black gets in the way? (Set when the Marauders were still in Hogwarts)

Amelia Martinez Rogue sat in a corner of the Ravenclaw common room by herself, shivering in the cold that winter had brought. All you could hear this late at night was the crackling of the fire, though it was already low, and the sound of pages being turned. Amelia turned to the cover of her Charms notebook and frowned at the label with her name on it with dark-blue ink. What kind of name was that? Sighing, she pushed up her glasses, with big black rims and thick lenses, and continued to read.

That morning Amelia got up really early, like she always did. Took a cold shower, like she always did. Changed and went down to breakfast, like she always did. This morning routine never varied, never changed. She didn't have many friends; she didn't need them, and they didn't need her. She was tall. Not obnoxiously tall, but just, you know, tall. Her brown hair was very straight and she just let it hang there across her shoulders. She was skinny too. Not skinny as in anorexic, or skinny as in like a model, but just, well, skinny. Behind her glasses, her hazel eyes looked around the great hall uninterested. She was a pale girl who didn't care much for anything or anyone but her studies. It was all she did, all she had ever done, and all she wanted. Or at least that's what anyone would think. Inside, she longed to wear contacts, have wild frizzy hair or even have friends for a change. But she couldn't. It was hard to explain, but she couldn't, it simply wouldn't happen. Ever.

So Amelia went on with her routine and dropped a pancake on her plate. It was thin, slightly burnt, and she didn't put any syrup, honey or even butter to make it taste good. This pancake, though it sounds a little strange, reminded her of, well, of her. It may have looked disgusting, but inside, it was just as fluffy and good tasting as any other. A kind of odd comparison, but heck, it worked for her.

"Well that looks delicious," a sarcastic voice spoke up from behind her.

"It does, doesn't it?" she answered back. Whoever it was merely shrugged and sat down next to her, while Amelia just ignored.

"Aren't you even gonna put something on it, cause I'm sure it tastes something awful," the voice spoke after an awkward silence.

"I like it like this," she said. She hadn't even looked at him, but she knew who it was. Finally, she turned to face him. Before her, sat a boy of her own age with black hair. It hung slightly below his shoulders. His eyes studied her with great interest. He flashed her a smile, but despite the incredibly (and almost impossibly) fast rate at which Amelia's heart was going, she acted calm and not at all flustered.

"Sirius Black," she stated.

"What's up Martinez?" he joked. She paled at the mention of her dreadful middle name.

"Sirius, mind your own business," she said rather quietly. He pretended to look hurt.

"Shove off," she muttered and got up from the table.

"I'll be waiting love!" Sirius called at her across the almost empty Great Hall. Remus chuckled,

"You are terrible!"

"Thanks".

Amelia picked up the pace once she had left the Hall. Why did he have to bother her so? Sirius could be a real pain sometimes. He wasn't even from Ravenclaw for heaven's sake! It was still too early to go to class, so she went back to the common room. She sat down at her corner, as usual, and took out her Charms notebook. She had a test that day and wanted to ace it, as usual. A sound interrupted her from her studying and she went to the window. Sirius, James, Remus and Peter were out in the snow, having some sort of snowball war. Amelia sighed. She wished that she too could be out there, laughing and having fun, but she had to ace this test. She just had to. Sometimes, she even looked forward to the morning, where she could exchange at least a few words with someone else. Heck, she was a lonely girl, and needed company. She sighed again, shut the window and continued to study.

So, is it TERRIBLE or is there some tiny bit of goodyness (YAY! I own that word! Wait; no I don't own that either). PLEASE review. Just one tiny "Yes, I like" or "No, I no like" PLEASE!