The meeting – take two
She managed to avoid the Marauders throughout most of the next day, not an easy feat when you share a common room and great hall with the people you are trying to avoid. It was made easier by the fact that classes didn't start until the next day, and figuring that her and them would most likely be in most of the same classes, it was another lucky moment.
But ones luck couldn't hold out forever, even Felix Felicis lasted so long.
So when four shadows loomed over her, she wasn't that surprised.
She managed to avoid the Marauders throughout most of the next day, not an easy feat when you share a common room and great hall with the people you are trying to avoid. It was made easier by the fact that classes didn't start until the next day, and figuring that her and them would most likely be in most of the same classes, it was another lucky moment.
But ones luck couldn't hold out forever, even Felix Felicis lasted so long.
So when four shadows loomed over her, she wasn't that surprised.
She was sitting out under of the giant oak trees that dotted Hogwarts grounds looking over her potions book. It was unusually warm for September, so she had used her cloak for a blanket. Her quill and ink supplies lined up beside her, a new book of parchment sat on her lap.
"Oi! Winchier." It was Sirius that spoke first, causing her to look up.
If she had to admit it, if only to herself, he was awfully good-looking, his dark hair falling into his eyes, casual yet elegant. "We need to talk"
"What?" She tried to look innocent, "Me?"
"Your names Winchier." They were all looking down at her. "So are you going to talk to us or what?"
"Yeah, not going to run away this time." Potter had his own set of looks too. With his untidy black hair and hazel eyes, he could have many of girls if he so choose.
"No." She went back to her potions book, dismissing the four.
"What!" Sirius was now becoming red in the face. "So what do you mean? You're not going to talk to us…bloody hell what is this all about." He seemed to be in quiet the tizzy.
"No." She said calmly. "My name is not Winchier."
Sirius looked stunned and, in the first time in a long time, speechless.
Seeing how she was Lily's dorm mate, you think they could get her name right. She had only been in the same hour as them for over five years.
Seeing how his friends could not handle the situation Remus Lupin decided to step in.
"I'm Remus Lupin." He took a seat besides her, careful not to knock over her open ink well.
She smiled. "Kit Winchester."
Out of all the Marauders Kit had to say that Remus had the lest realized good-looks. Sure half the time he looked tired but, with friends like his she would be too, his light brown hair and golden eyes seemed so sweet. It was a soft kind of attractive.
"So…"
"I'm not." She patted his leg, "Though it could be considered a wonderful story, it is not mine to tell."
Remus looked relieved. Kit had already surmised that Remus was the werewolf from the night before. The four were always together, and since she only saw Black, Potter, and Pettigrew Remus must have been the wolf.
Kit didn't have an opinion about werewolves one way or another, they were people. A person could be bad or good and as such a werewolf could be bad or good. Just because one was bit, doesn't change that person unless they let it. Remus seemed like a pretty ok werewolf to her. He was away from the student locked up in that building, taking the proper precautions one should take if one was responsible. She could understand not wanting everyone to know about his problem. Really, in Kit's view, he shouldn't have to share what he didn't want to. Kit herself had things she didn't want anyone else to know about.
Black finally snapped out of his funk, throwing himself down in front of her. "So what do you want?"
Kit cocked her head to the side. What did he mean what did she want? "Huh?" seemed like the most logical thing she could come up with.
"To keep quiet."
Sirius Black was asking her, Kit Winchester, what she wanted to keep quiet. Kit was now in Black's earlier position, stunned silence. Why would she want anything from them? She said that it wasn't her story to tell end of discussion. Besides it's not like she couldn't get in trouble for last night either, in case they didn't notice she was a wolf-dog last night. An unregistered wolf-dog.
"I don't want anything." The potions book was calling her name. It seemed to her that potions were much easier to deal with than the four sixth year boys beside her.
Sirius looked unconvinced.
"If you didn't notice I was also doing something not-so-legal last night." She pointed out, really he was supposed to be one of the brightest in her year and couldn't come up with that?
"So we're all agreed then." Remus said happily, well sort of, he did give his friends a shut-up look.
The rest nodded, and started to get up. "We'll see you later then Kit."
"Wait Rumus!" Kit jumped up, grabbing his shoulder. "There is something…"
"I knew it!" Sirius glared at her.
"Oh shut up Black." She turned to Remus. "If…well…if you didn't mind…" Shuttering was always a strong suit. "Friends?"
Remus smiled. "Friends."
Shaking hands, a deal was made and Kit decided this was going to be a year to remember.
Kit came to the conclusion, after multiple spells, that no matter what she did she could not get Hogwarts uniform to look good on her 5 foot 2 inch frame. She looked like a little girl trying on her mother's clothes. She tried to shorten the skirt (within the guidelines of course) but, still she looked short. It didn't help that she was not only short but too skinny also, well she did have a nice sized chest….that had to count for something right? She wasn't sure why she cared so much about her looks this morning. Only that last night after her little spar with the marauders they had asked if she would sit with them at breakfast.
Her hair wasn't behaving either. Her long black hair was slightly messy. She was told once that it looked like someone had poured ink over her. This made her pale skin seem even paler…how was that possible? The same person that gave the ink comment said her eyes, a dark blue, looked much too big as if she was impersonating an anime character.
So now, with all this running through her head, she was standing in front of the mirror in her dorm frowning. Only five minutes left until the designated time she was supposed to meet the boys in the common room.
This wasn't going to work. She was happy being unknown. It was easy and this was….not hard but, not easy. Whatever was she thinking? Going into that tunnel, making friendly with werewolves? She had lost it and that was the bottom line.
With one more glace at the mirror, she grabbed her bag and made her way down to the common room