Dumbledore gave his speech, and with a clap of his wizened hands, food appeared on the table, the sudden scent tickling her nostrils tantalizingly. As she loaded her plate, she glanced across the table and saw Sirius staring in her direction. He winked at her and turned back to his plate, and she found herself blushing a deep scarlet.

Oh no. This can't be happening. Bloody hell.


Some weeks later...


"Lupin!" Came the rough bark from across the Gryffindor table.

"Black!" Sybil barked back in the same tone, not taking her eyes from today's prophet. After a moment, she saw a figure slump into the chair opposite hers and she glanced up.

"Sooo?" She asked, setting down her paper, much to the annoyance of the wizard on the picture facing the table. He raised an eyebrow, and continued to butter his toast.

"So what?"

"Last night!" She cried, accentuating her statement with her hands. "Winona?" A wolfish grin crossed Sirius' handsome face. She leaned across the table. "How far?" She asked excitedly.

"Second." He replied. She laughed and clapped her hands, leaning back into her chair. "How did you do that?" He asked, "You're a better Wingman than my Wingman!" he exclaimed, patting James roughly on the back, causing him to choke on his bacon.

"It's because I'm not a Wingman, you git." She informed him, shaking her paper open. "I'm a Wingwoman." He grinned and hummed happily as he munched on his toast. The lengths to which she would go to prove that she had no feelings for this man were astronomical, and she hated herself only a little bit for that- after all, did the conversation they just had not prove that he wasn't a viable romantic option? After a moment, she received a sharp poke in the ribs from beside her.

"Don't look now-" Lily began, and immediately Sybil whipped her head around. Lily sighed in annoyance, but said nothing. "But it seems as though you've made a few enemies."

"Bloody brilliant." Sybil muttered darkly, glancing around the hall, until she saw the group of fourth years glaring at her- one of them even appeared to be holding a voodoo doll with a mop of long curly hair.

"Isn't that the Sirius squad?" She asked- causing Sirius to look up, and follow her gaze. He grinned fondly and turned back to his toast.

"Ah, my girls." He muttered and continued to chew. Lily coughed pointedly and he looked up again.

"Wha?" he asked, with a mouthful of chewed bread. Lily flinched at the sight, but Sybil giggled secretly to herself.

"Those girls are after my best friend's blood- the least you can do is warn them off!" She cried. Sirius nodded, and swallowed noisily, causing Lily to roll her eyes.

"Oi, ladies!" He shouted. They all looked up, and blushed the same shade of rosatia. "This one's of limits." He said, gesturing vaguely to Sybil, who raised an eyebrow.

"This one?" She asked. Sirius gave her a pained kind of grunt and clarified, "Sybil Ariadne Lupin is not to be harmed by your slightly vicious, stalkerish, psychotic tendencies." They all nodded earnestly, and grinned like a little swarm of Cheshire cats. He turned back to her and Lily and looked at them questioningly.

"Very nice, Black." He chuckled and nodded, before viciously attacking his toast.

"My, my Lily Pad," James grinned, leaning across Sirius, "you are looking fine this morning." Lily turned to Sybil.

"Make him stop." She begged, eyes wide.

"James, stop." Sybil muttered vaguely. James smiled and shook his head.

"Sirius, make him stop."

"Yames, you're comin' off li' a bi' o' a 'rick." Sirius informed James, with a mouthful of egg. After a tense moment, James wiped a speck of Sirius' breakfast from his cheek, and looked away awkwardly. Sirius swallowed.

"Works every time." He mouthed to Sybil, who could not restrain her giggles. His hair came forward as he leaned towards her to impart this information, lightly brushing his cheekbones, and his stormy grey eyes flashed with a fondness reserved for when he talked to his friends, and she could feel her stomach growing warm and a happy sensation spread from her chest, down her arms to her fingers. From the other side of Lily, Remus flashed her a strange look, but she ignored it, and leaned towards him.

"You should write a book." She whispered, their faces closer than normal, but nothing too shocking. He broke the intimate moment, by leaping up, sending his chair clattering to the ground, and shouting

"Challenge accepted!" Before sprinting out of the great hall. James looked up and quirked an eyebrow.

"He's writing a guide to farming pigs." Lily informed him icily, before gripping Sybil's arm and dragging her from her chair with more force than Lily seemed able to hold.

"I haven't finished my food!" She cried in indignation. "I'm hungry!" But Lily did not listen, until she found herself being roughly deposited in a chair at the Slytherin table, one between Severus and herself, which soon was occupied by a raging Lily.

"Trouble with the Marauders?" He asked in his usual droning tone (with a slight hint of sex appeal, if you closed your eyes when he spoke).

"James was being a git again, and Sirius was only slightly better." Lily fumed. Sybil reached around Lily and slipped Severus' plate from in front of him, causing a mew of protest. She listened to the conversation, and she hungrily snapped up the remains of Severus' breakfast.

"I've told you about them time and time again, but you never listen."

"They're in my house and most of my classes, what am I supposed to do?"

"Let us deal with them."

"No!" snapped Lily and Sybil (the latter spraying crumbs before her, eliciting stared from the surrounding Slytherins).

"Not with the sort of magic you lot are practicing!"

"I don't want Mulciber getting his hands on my brother!" Sybil chorused, setting down the plate. "And it's not like we can avoid them anyway, because they've started following us around this year, all of a sudden, it's bloody irritating." Lily smirked to herself.

"Well, we know why that is, don't we?" Sybil glared at her best friend.

"What happened to never speaking of it again on pain of chocolate deprivation?" She snapped jokily, and Lily grinned.

"What's this?" Severus asked. Before Sybil could say anything, Lily was off.

"Sirius Black's in luurrrve with Sybil, and Sybil likes him, but she won't admit it." Sybil groaned and cuffed Lily around the head.

"That's it missy, no chocolate for you!"

"You messed up my hair!" Lily whined, cuffing Sybil back, as the pair giggled, she noticed somebody staring at her intently.

"Regulus, if that's your idea of being subtle…" she warned, turning to face Sirius' younger brother. He stared at her for a split second more, then smiled politely (though it did not reach his eyes) and turned back to his food. She shook her head and turned back to Lily.
"And anyway, in a perfectly innocent statement of friendship and nothing more." She said, staring pointedly at Lily sho she did not interrupt. "Sirius was a perfect gentleman- he told James to stop, and James did stop."

"He sprayed egg in Peter's hair."

"And James stopped!"


Third period, while the fifth year Charms class waited for Professor Flitwick to arrive, Sybil suddenly found a wad of paper folded in half with crude ink drawing and messy scrawl on the front. She looked up at Sirius' grinning face, then back down at the book.

"That took me a whole free period, and a Transfiguration lesson to complete."

She opened it as he slid into the seat beside her, and watched her read, waiting for her reaction.

A Beginner's Guide to dealing with James Potter and other big heads, by an anonymous, yet awesome bloke. Beneath this title was a picture of a stick figure that Sybil assumed was James being beaten up by stick figure Sybil, while stick figure Lily laughed in the background. She laughed and laughed as she read, and soon found herself falling about on her seat, before sliding sideways and landing on Sirius' chest while she spasmed with giggles. After a good few minutes, an aching belly and sides, she realised that she was practically lying on Sirius, and while she was quite content to stay there, her whole defiant principle was against it, not to mention Lily was looking at her pointedly, Sirius was grinning down at her, and Remus was glaring at her in annoyance. Also, Professor Flitwick was looking at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Something amusing, Miss Lupin?" He asked. While Sybil was sure that she wasn't going to get a detention from the tiny professor, she sat up straight, folded her hands on her desk and said with an entirely emotionless face and monotone voice, "No, Professor. Nothing is remotely funny in my immediate vicinity, save for an educational pamphlet I have just read, written by an anonymous, yet awesome bloke." Sirius beside her let out the smallest of amused whimpers, of laughter he could barely contain. The entire class was staring now, at both Sybil's straight, frosty composure, and Sirius twitching with compressed mirth. After a long moment, he looked away, rolling his eyes fondly. At this point, Sirius 'accidently' swept his book off his desk, and bent underneath to retrieve it, and relieve himself of his giggling. From across the classroom, she could feel Severus glaring at her, and she hunched over her parchment as she began copying down notes that were appearing on the board from the end of Professor Flitwick's wand. After a moment, Sirius' shaggy head appeared, and he glanced at her, she caught his eye, and they shared a secret smile, one meant for just them.


Thirty-eight year old Sybil sat at her breakfast table, all by herself, save the owl that swept in through the open window, dropping a package on her lap. While he helped himself to her bacon, she tore open the package, and a wad of familiar papers dropped out. She stared at them for a long while, then picked up the note written in the familiar looping type of her brother, with the simple words: 'Packing reveals secrets of the past, and things you didn't realise you had, because your dormitory mate was a total slob, and half his stuff ended up in your trunk- R'

She let out a strangled sob, and pressed the yellowing parchment to her face, relishing its memories, of a better time, of a happier time.

Outside her window, concealed by the chrysanthemums, a large black dog with eyes of grey whimpered at the sight of a woman crying tears that had been cried out years ago, while he could do nothing to help.


Her path towards dinner was cut short by a hand grabbing her elbow and roughly pulling her behind a pillar, here she came face to face with her brother.

"What the hell's going on?" He asked sharply. She looked at him quizzically, but said nothing. "You're practically fornicating over Sirius!" He hissed after a moment of silence. Affronted, she drew back sharply.

"I was not! Don't be so thick- it's better than what you do with Fiona."

"Be that as it may, Fiona is a lovely person-"

"And one of your best friends is not?"

"No, he's not he's a player and he is, as you say your self, one of my best friends."

"So? Why can't we be friends, then?"

"You can, but you even think about chewing his face off for no more than a second, and I will be onto you faster than the golden snitch." And after a pause. "We're twins, Syb. I can read you, and I don't want him to break your heart."

He began to walk away, leaving Sybil standing in his wake.

"Remus!" She called over the kerfuffle in the entrance hall, causing him to turn around. "We're twins. I can read you too."


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