A/N:For the sake of not being repetitive, I shall only say this; I own a few things in my life, Teddy and this story are two things.
And I pretty much have this whole story written in my head, yet, I never want to type it up nor do I actually have a perfect picture of Teddy in my mind.
Plus this is probably the shortest, yet my favorite-est chapters.
Sighs.
Chpt. 3 Marvelous Things
When other people started to leave for their home after the first quarter was done for Christmas, I told them that I wanted to spend as much time as I could here. That since it was my last year, I might as well try to remember every notch on the wall.
What I didn't tell them (and by them I mean Emily, no one else really cared), though, was that my parents were traveling to Greece for my brother's wedding to some girl that I haven't even met yet.
Figures we were all nice and bubbly at home but once Jack gets the chance to get out of England, he leaves on a midnight train and gets engaged on the spot.
Apparently, though, one of the psychics did tell Jack he'd met his love on a train.
(He still tried to tell me that my, and I quote, "Fear of love is irrational and childish". Says the guy who got engaged two hours after meeting the girl.)
I wasn't invited because my parents and my brother all decided this was an important year for my education and that less the distractions, the better.
So simply, my whole family went on vacation without me because my constant studying in the previous years and almost complete knowledge of every subject I take is not yet up to par.
I must say that Christmas around Hogwarts is pretty though (it would've been pretty in Greece, too.)
The weather was off though, like wrong season off. It would snow one day, then for four whole days, the snow would melt with 55 degree weather, it would out and out rain cats and dogs and then the cycle was started all over again.
Which means that on Christmas it wasn't even snowing, so much for a White Christmas! Of course, I realize in Greece I most likely wouldn't have had a chance for a White Christmas either, but it's Greece! It's not like it was supposed to snow there anyways.
It was three days, 6 hours and twenty-two minutes before every student would refill the halls and Sirius Black knew it. He slightly dreaded it too, because lately it was only Agnes and him. No one questioned him; no one dogged him on staying single for almost five months and no one made him think about his and Agnes' relationship.
It just existed.
It was the fifth full day of warm weather, but Sirius didn't doubt that it'd rain before midnight hit. That didn't stop Agnes and him from staying out by the lake. The water rippled like bird feathers in a hurricane, with no real pattern of direction.
"So they write me this long, extensive letter comparing the blue of the ocean and all the white houses to the actual flag of Greece and all the cheesiest symbols and similes you could make in a single letter without the actual paper throwing itself out." Agnes sat with her legs bent the same way to her left, while picking apart a blade of grass. The wind violently tossed her hair but she didn't seem to care.
After all, blades of grass can hold the attention of a kindergartner for ten minutes straight.
"Everyone thinks they're a poet," Sirius sat in contrast to Agnes, along the ground, staring up at the sky. Yes, he was quite certain it would rain today. The clouds were dark enough for it.
"Tell me about it, I remember when Jack thought he was a po-"Agnes was rudely interrupted by a thunder clap clambering through their ears. Sirius stood up so fast that there was almost a perfect indentation of his body still left in the grass, when they looked at each other, shrugged and Sirius started running off towards the castle. Agnes stood as quickly as she could, sprinting after Sirius.
There was nothing like unspoken races in the heat of natural events.
The rain started to pour half way to the castle, causing head to toe drenched-ness for Agnes and Sirius. But they didn't let that stop them, there was still a race and Agnes was determined to beat him.
S was determined to keep his lead.
By the time I reached the stone steps, which were under the awning-like edge of the roof, Sirius was already catching his breath facing the Pompeii beige wall, with his hands on his hips.
I never was a runner.
And it'd take me a full week to thaw out of these clothes!
So far this was the stupidest thing I've done.
I didn't fully stop running till I reached the wall though, bouncing off a little and turning around so that I could rest leaning against something. I was still breathing deeply; I could feel my dirty blonde hair matted to my face and my shoes would probably never retain their shape again.
But Sirius kept staring at me. He was to my right, simply staring at my face with an unreadable expression, while I stood still on the spot growing red like a stove-top.
I never liked people staring at me.
But he kept his eyes lingering on mine.
After what seemed an eternity, Sirius stopped staring at Agnes and acted.
The rain could be heard for about thirty miles and the random flashes of light made every feature of her face more and more beautiful. Sirius acted and didn't regret a single thing.
He put his hands on the wall, making a wide-eyed Agnes in the middle. She stayed silent and still like a deer, watching to see if his intentions were respectable or could be her death. He leaned in,
"I'm not looking for commitment."
Agnes was both terribly frightened to be this close to Sirius and incredibly happy.
"I'm not looking for love."
And when the brightest flash of lightning shone, and when the loudest thunder clap sounded, Sirius Black had Agnes Theodora Buey in a lip lock.
