Hello. My name is Stephanie. You know what? I'm peeved in a way. So I'm going to peeve everyone else off too. Here, and their magical world. Oh, and I don't own Hogwarts, Harry Potter or the Marauders. Shame anyway, if I did they'd be writing poetry.

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Chapter 1 Hearts Cut

He couldn't believe it. He's failed again; to gain Evans attention, to make himself look good in front of her.

And even more, he couldn't believe he was cutting out hearts from red paper.

James Potter did indeed consider eating soap. After all, best friend Padfoot did say that it was the best remedy for heartbreak magnitude 9.0. The rest of the Marauders decided to steer clear of the stag for the time being.

An awkward Sirius Black edged closer to James' bed. Still feeling tentative, he perched lightly next to the depressed soul. He couldn't keep this quiet for anymore. No more! No more! No more…! Dang, he stayed quiet. What's wrong with him? Maybe… because Prongs is sad… so is Padfoot.

Still, Sirius couldn't help but take interest in the shiny rims of James' glasses. His fingers twitched. James started grabbing the cut-out hearts and throwing them in the air childishly. Oh okay, now he's distracted. With one swift movement, Sirius yanked his friend's glasses. Jokingly, he waggled them above his head. "Cheer up or you won't get your waggly glasses back-ely!"

"Pad!"

James snatched, bent his glasses and shoved them back up the bridge of his nose. Wonky. Oh great, now he was seeing double of Pad.

"Shove off, Pad." The mad boy repeated.

Sirius' ears twitched. He didn't like it when he was called 'pad'. It sounded… feminine. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts. But instead of showing his remorse, the lad snorted, "nu-uh."

"… Black, I'm serious."

He also hated it when James said his name backwards and as if his relatively smart friend was a self-proclaimed idiot. Prongsy did just say his name the other way round didn't he?

"Prongsy, stop being an idiot." Sirius voiced.

"I am such an idiot!"

"I said don't be an idiot."

"…"

"…"

"If only I could rewind today and let my love story unfold in its own beautiful way. If only I could take it back!"

"Yes, yes… if only, if oooooonly." Sirius howled.

"Or even if I could replay the exact same scene and understood what really happened. And how on earth and the underworld could a banana peel appear in the corridors!"

"Nay, nay, a banana peal to trip the head boy over!"

"And right into poor Lily's bosoms. The embarrassment!"

The poetry ended there. James ceased looking teary eyed at the dormitory's ceiling and for once in the last few hours looked directly at Sirius. "How could I, huh?"

His friend sighed. "Oh, it isn't that bad!" The careless boy ironically huffed. "I mean, they are C cups, aren't they? Isn't that big enough?"

James slapped himself on the forehead. He turned his back on Sirius.

"Shove off."

This time the other boy obeyed and left the room. Left James by himself once again. Left James Potter to start scrunching each of the one-hundred-and-fifty-two red paper hearts and shooting them into the bin.

After killing thirty poor hearts, the boy flopped onto his back, spilling hearts on the floor and feeling his own gut sink below the bed.

He had no idea that if he didn't keep it together, it wouldn't be long until his brain began to fizzle on his pillow.

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Hey, it's a short chapter. I would love reviews because it makes me want to write more. :O Next chapter follows really soon as a gift to Pailin and Cindy.