Scribbles.

Disclaimer: I own the plot and my made-up characters. The rest belong to J.K.Rowling, who's working hard on the final book.

Shorter chapter alert! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Another day at the library, another round of staring. She always tried to catch him at it, but he'd always seem to guess her mind.

Sam looked at Remus, and there he was, scribbling for the umpteenth time. She thought whether to confront him or not. Snorting lightly at her indecisiveness, she herself scribbled a message on a spare bit of parchment and threw it at his head.

Remus felt a light something knock against his head and looked up to see a bit of parchment rolled in a ball.

It read:

Remus, for god's sake stop turning away. Friends?

Sam.

Remus let the grin out. Scribbling again, he tossed the parchment back.

Sam giggled at the childish way of communication and opened the crumpled ball.

Haha, sorry about that. Friends. Want to get something to eat?

R.

Sam raised an eyebrow.

Wow, that's rather bold. Okay, but how and where? It's like, late?

Sam.

Sorry, James and Sirius. Their way of talk rubs off. I do know the kitchens rather well you know. Meet me outside in five?

R.

Sure.

Sam.

Sam looked on, bemused, as Remus emerged from nowhere with a basket full of food.

"You're a magician right? How did you get that?" she questioned him.

Remus chuckled and replied, "I went to the kitchens, that's all."

Sam laughed and punched him in the arm. "Oh!" she exclaimed, then took out a small piece of parchment and a quill and scribbled something, using Remus's back as a backing.

"What's that?" Remus asked when she kept the items.

"Hmm? Oh, they're nothing much. I just get these interesting thoughts sometimes and I have to write them down before I forget. I seem to have short term memory loss, according to Lily and Kristie." Sam's cheerful smile blinded Remus, who smiled goofily back.

And walked right into a stone pillar.

"Remus, oh my goodness, are you hurt?"

"Samantha, I just walked into a pillar made of hard solid stone! What do you think?" Remus groaned, the basket of food still in his hand.

"Sorry, here, I'll help you get up, grouchy-pants," Sam yanked Remus onto his feet.

"Thanks Samantha," Remus muttered as she handed him his dropped book and quill.

Sam winced and tapped Remus on his shoulder. "For the record, call me Sam. Samantha sounds so old and not me. Sam, not Samantha, got it?"

His goofy smile made her laugh again.

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