"Padfoot….Padfoot…" a
pause. "PADFOOT!" Sirius jumped and tore his eyes hastily
away from Emmeline, who was talking to Lily. Instead he looked at
James with an irritated look, his eyebrow raised in a questioning
way. What the bloody did James want anyways? He had been having
a nice time eating and looking at Emmeline, guessing on how good a
kisser she was. Of course, by studying the way she ate, talked,
frowned and smiled…he could already tell that she'd be around a
nine…a nine and a half. But now, he wasn't entirely sure since
James had rudely interrupted his little daydream moment there. James
merely gave him a smile and smirk at the same time, making him look
conivingly evil. "You so like her…who knew little shy
Emme would be the one to tame Sirius Black?" he said, beaming
smugly. Sirius scowled at him and stuck his tongue out at him. Peter laughed and then faked tearing up, wiping an imaginary
one off his slightly chubby cheek. "Our little paddy foot is
growing up." he mock simpered. Sirius rolled his eyes. "Oh
hardy har har…you gits." he said, flicking them both on the head.
"And Emmeline hasn't even come close to taming me. That's
impossible." he implored sternly, waving his fork threateningly in
James' face, stopping him from once again mouthing 'yea right'
to Peter. Shoveling some more food in his mouth, he turned
around and again looked at Emmeline. Just to see her looking at him,
her eyes bright with a mischievous glimmer that made him slightly
uneasy. He furrowed his brows, swallowing the food and watching her
even more closely. Lily whispered something to her, and it must have
been something bad. Because the next second, Emmeline swiveled around
and scowled at him. He leaned back, raising both eyebrows, silently
asking why he had deserved that. He hadn't even said anything to
her yet. Except that she looked lovely. "Girls" he
muttered, scoffing before sulkingly staring at his plate. Not seeing
the amused looks shared between James and Peter, just before James
started staring intensely at Lily again. The food
disappeared, replaced with the dessert. And almost instantly, he and
James jumped across the table, snatching up the tarts as quickly as
possible. And wrestling with it to get more of it. It was childish
and immature, but it was their favorite dessert. Plus, they could get
away with it and still look manly. Kind of anyways. Sirius got the
last one, which made him have more, and he whooped, patting his
sullen friends back. This was the first year he had gotten the last
one. Usually James did, seeing as he had faster reflexes. Popping one
in his mouth, he gave James a big grin, who replied by smacking
Sirius in the back of the head. Choking, he fought to regain
himself, and did so with the help of Peter, who was slamming his
meaty fist against his back. Gasping, he thanked Peter and went back
to eating. All the while coming up with ways to prank James for
trying to kill him. Dinner was over, and Sirius stood up with
his two friends, heading out of the Great Hall. Stuffed with food, he
was sleepy and kept blinking, occasionally yawning as they walked up
to the Gryffindor tower. Reaching it in a few minutes. He walked in
and went straight up to his room to get dressed in pajamas. Taking a
shower, dressing in black and red flannel pants and a white shirt
that was taught against his chest, he walked down into the common
room. He was tired and ready to drop down and fall asleep, but he was
determined to stay up for Remus. Just like James and Peter. They
always did whenever they couldn't go with him on full moon days. Throwing himself into the couch, he leaned back and sighed.
Rubbing his eyes to wake himself up. He was slightly startled and turned, just to see Emmeline
reading. He stared at her for a while, and then smiled a slow and
lazy smile. "What book are you reading?" he asked, half
interested and half not. He never really cared for books. That was
Moony's thing.
Emmeline looked
up, startled to see the man she detested looking, no, staring at her.
'A book about something that will not interest you in the
least' She muttered looking up at him, but then straight back down
at her book, although her eyes did not flit at a speedy pace across
the page as they had done beforehand, as a matter of fact, they
didn't move at all.
She breathed in slowly, blinking her eyes, which were both green and brown in one eye and blue in the other, slowly before again attempting to read her novel.
After
a small while she took in a deep breath.
'Great, now I cant
read' she said with an air of annoyance but didn't bother to
move.
She curled her legs into her tight, her grandmother had always said she was like a fairy, the way she danced about, with her dainty figure, to this day she still said such things, as did Emmeline behaving in the same manner.
She looked directly out
the window, her hair flicking around to hit her in the eye.
'Ouch!'
Emmeline said quite loudly, putting her cold hands to her eye to
sooth the stinging. She continued to look out the window, even though
she heard a small trickle of laughter. Soon she became absorbed into
a daydream, a very noisy daydream.
She was little again. Dancing delicately in the front yard at Blossom Bay, on the edge of London. She sung a fair bit back then, for she hadn't a care in the world, apart from the little dark haired boy who stared at her through the hedge with the deepest interest. Soon enough Emmeline found herself singing along with her daydream, oblivious to the fact that she was singing out loud in her sweet melodious voice.
She awoke with a snap and dared not look around. Even though Emmeline had been in the choir for sometime when she was younger, she never much liked singing on her own. A beautiful voice she had but when it came to her talent she would rather not be in the spotlight, the centre of attention. She was completely content with sharing.
Slowly she lowered her eyes back to her book, and she found herself absorbed in it as she had been earlier.
Her eyes flitted with energy for sometime across the pages, but soon she found them drooping, and it hurt a small bit, like it took energy to keep them open. Soon enough she was breathing light breaths, her mouth closed, her chest rising and falling slowly.
A strand of hair fell out of her ponytail and onto her face, where it stayed still, falling in between her eyelashes and to the side of her eye.
There was someone walking towards her, with a grin plastered on their face, they were walking as if they had something to be proud of, and gave her a heart wave.
'Hey Ems, looking particularly cute today, not that you never do of course'
They reached out and touched her cheek, except she didn't feel it, she didn't feel anything. It was a grey greenish color all around. The person whom was speaking looked vaguely familiar except for the fact that they were all in shadow, she could make out no details.
They spoke again.
'God, I didn't know that Emmeline was do dam . . .' But she cut out the rest, she had other things on her mind. That voice was familiar, but it didn't sound as if they were talking to her, she felt embarrassed and annoyed, she could hear them, it wasn't as if she was not there. But it wasn't like it was coming out of the shadowed person, it was someone near her, very near her, but she dared not open her eyes.
Sirius'
eyebrows shot up when she told him he wouldn't be interested in the
book. But he was smiling, though slightly offended. Sure, he didn't
really read…but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy some books. He
was a pureblood, which meant he was cultured. He liked quite a few
books and authors, he just didn't read that much. Seeing as he was
always busy with either pranks, the full moon girls or quid ditch.
And sometimes homework if Remus pushed him enough. Reading just
couldn't fit into his already packed schedule. He watched her
silently, amused since she wasn't reading anymore. Did he make her
nervous? Oh he sorely hoped so. His favorite side of her was the
nervous, shy side. He didn't know why…just that she looked so
innocent and lost. As if she needed a hero. And everyone knew
Sirius was all for dramatics. His chuckle at her annoyance at
being not able to read anymore echoed throughout the almost empty
common room. Deep and throaty as he leaned against the armchair and
smirked at her. Emmeline curled her legs up against her more, and
Sirius was struck with how much like a fairy she looked. A bigger one
of course. And he marveled at how pretty she looked as the light from
the fire lit up her brown green and brown blue eyes. That were still
filled with irritation and annoyance, most likely at him. Though
the innocent and fantasy like image was ruined when she did something
to, probably poked, her eye. Slapping a quick hand over it and
announcing quite loudly that it did, indeed, hurt. A trickle of
amused laughter bubbled out of his mouth, his eyes dancing merrily.
He knew it wasn't nice to laugh at someone else's pain, but she
just looked so…cute? Yes, with the way her hand was over her eye
still…her mouth in a slight frown, her eyes far away looking as she
daydreamed. Sirius hoped she was daydreaming of him and her
together in his bed or someplace just as comfortable. His own
daydream that had started at the thought above, stopped when he heard
light singing. Looking around for the source, not happy that his good
daydream had been destroyed, he stopped on Emmeline. Who still looked
like she was daydreaming, and singing along to something. Her voice
was melodic, almost honey like and he soon fell into a light trance
listening to her. And when she stopped, he almost shouted at her to
keep going. He liked the sound of her voice, it was relaxing. Once
again, she was absorbed into her book, and Sirius looked away
finally. Instead watching as James and Lily had a whispered fight.
Well, Lily having a whispered fight with James, who was most likely
whispering compliments and ways to ask her out in between each of her
breaths. He smiled fondly at his messy haired friend who was still so
naïve when it came to wooing girls. He soon found his eyes
slowly drooping, though he slapped his cheek softly to keep himself
up. He didn't want to fall asleep and miss visiting Remus in the
hospital wing. He knew his friend liked company right after the
nights events. Especially when they couldn't make it and keep him
company Oh, and McCormac… Who was a wannabe playboy who got
on most guys nerves. Including Sirius', he was a **** to most
people except a girl he thought was a good find. He was worse than
Sirius when it came to flings. Sirius snapped his eyes over to
McCormac and eyed him distastefully as he started walking towards
Emmeline, giving her a cheerful grin that Sirius wanted to slap off. It was obvious that Emmeline was dozing lightly, and
couldn't' make herself move to stop the git from touching her
cheek. Sirius shifted, feeling jealousy stir within him. Though most
of it was anger that he'd touch her when she was tired and appeared
unable to move. McCormac turned to Sirius and gave him a leering grin
that made Sirius nervous. "God, I didn't know Emmeline
was so dam.n sexy…you think she's a virgin?" He paused only for
a second, and seemed to take Sirius' glare and silence for a yes.
"Well, not when I'm done with her." he then licked his lips and
went to sit down by her. Probably to 'make his move'. Sirius
stopped him though, by shooting his leg out straight, his foot an
inch away from Emmeline's hip. Though Sirius wasn't looking at
that, instead glaring at McCormac. "You're a git
McCormac. Can't you tell she's sleeping? Or do you like the
motionless ones that you can take advantage of? You do know that
that's close to rape…sicko" he ground out, his once glittering
eyes dull and harsh. His face transforming into one that looked
uncannily like his fathers, aristocratic and dangerous. "Now, I
suggest you go away before I turn you from a Bob into a Betty." he
finished, giving a nervous McCormac a fake, bright smile. Turning
to Emmeline, he gently shook her until her eyes opened. "Oi, you
fell asleep. Now, I know for a fact that the beds are way more
comfortable than this couch…so I suggest you go on up there." he
said softly, shrugging. Hoping she did…he was sorely glad that no
guy could get up to the girls dormitory for once. Stupid
McCormac.
Emmeline awoke jauntily as someone shook her almost violently. Her eyes snapped open to see Sirius's face somewhat very close to hers, where he was warning her about some nonsense about going to bed.
'Arrugh! Merlins Pants Black! Just let me let me sleep!'. Then she stomped off in a jaunty fashion, shooting a dark look at Sirius over her shoulder, towards the girls dormitory.
She soon reached her bed and crawled onto it, although she didn't wish to admit it, Sirius had greatly helped her. McCormac had, yet again, tried to woo her with pathetic attempts at which could hardly be called wooing. The last time he had caught her off guard and threatened violently that if she didn't help him out, in his odd and very disturbing way, he would spread rumors to horrible to even be thought of. She had heard and felt the squabbling even with her eyes closed and couldn't help but feel very grateful for what Sirius had done for her.
As she fell asleep a plan formed in her head, full and cunning.
The morning approached and finally the gorgeous sun streamed upon Emmeline's sleep deprived face, making her that shy and quiet girl she once was, but also determined to see to the plan, at which she had awoken with formed fully in her mind.
Slowly getting up, far earlier than the rest of the girls for she was an early bird, she moved down into the common room dozily making her way to the girls bathroom just down the corridor for a shower. After her very refreshing morning routine Emmeline looked around the bathroom for her robes, but seeing as she had a busy and dozy mind this morning, there were none. Instead they were neatly folded beside her bed laden with her wand just down the corridor.
As coolly as she could do, dressed only in a towel which just reached the bottom of her thighs, she made her way down the corridor, face bright with morning freshness and hair shining, with the welcoming fruity scent of conditioner, swaying and dripping down by the bottom of her shoulder blades. As she entered the common room, with appalled looks from the fat lady, she made sure she did not make any eye contact what-so-ever she slowly and surely, because falling would be an utter disaster, made her way past a small group of Gryffindor boys up the girls dormitory. Closing the door she let out a loud groan as she awaited the deep rose in the apples of her cheeks to die down.
After getting over the shock of her already overwhelming morning she pulled out a small emerald green book with bronze latch and locket, it was time to get to business. She ran a small porcelain hand over a bronze plate embossed with 'Emmeline's Diary' and then flicked the book open to the nearest page where she grabbed up a quill and began to write in a neat and tidy scrawl.
"Funny it seems, to think of someone whom you only dislike. To know there is a reason for all drama that is involved. How unfamiliar the feeling is to find that the one you can only hate has done something you can benefit from. It seems hard to be certain weather they did it for you or for themselves, it all seems to unfamiliar, so dark, so B.L.A.C.K."
Slowly she moved off into the common room, where Sirius and his cronies were seated, weather or not they had seen her unintended performance earlier Emmeline did not know. Naturally, with almost perfect act, Emmeline moved over to where Sirius was seated, she gave him a dark scowl and opened her mouth to insult him but then purposely she saw her book lying where she had left it. With a perfect imitation of being distracted she put down her diary and picked up her book, after a quick fake search through the front of the book she ran upstairs to the girls dormitory pretending she had remembered something.
Emmeline stayed in the girls dormitory for a long while, prefecting her trunk, bed and belongings, giving Sirius plenty amount of time to read through her entire diary before she moved off to break.