"Calm down a bit, will you dear? We all know you're Wolf, you don't need to eat like one!" said Sirius, looking at me in utmost amusement. It's been only thirty minutes since we got into the train, and I've already eaten like, ten of those chocolate frogs. What can I say, we haven't had breakfast.

"Ah let me be alright, I wasn't allowed to stuff myself back in Beauxbatons. Cause we are ladies you know. None of you have any idea how hard it was to fit in their stupid uniform." I responded with sarcasm dripping down my words. Now that the conditions have changed, I am free of any of those silly formalities. Catching another of those frogs the last minute before he jumped out of the window, I grumbled. "That bitch of a headmistress.."

"You've got to be kidding, right? How come you lived up to their standards then, we all know how you are by now!" Potter asked wonderingly.

Gulping down my frog, I raised my brow and looked at him threateningly. "Oh, and what am I?"

Before James could give an answer, Black smirked and announced with open arms. "Anything but a lady."

Oh they had no idea. Being raised by a family like mine, and going to that school for five long, torturous years, they had no idea how familiar I am to all high formalities and how good I can act. Suddenly, I changed the way I sit and straightened my back. My arms were moving like water waves now, and my fingers were butterflies. I quickly tamed my rebellious shoulder-length blonde hair, and looked at Black with my eyelids dropped low. I blinked real slow, and talked with a voluptuous voice.

"Bonjour, monsieur. Comment allez-vous?"

Oh boy, you should've seen their faces.

Right in front of me, Potter and Black were looking at me with wide eyes and dropped jaws. Black was completely astonished, I could tell that not in a million years he could guess that I could be like this. I couldn't blame him though, after spending whole week drinking like fish and being constantly loud, he was right not to call me a lady.

"Bloody hell." James mumbled. "Stop it. I don't know you."

Remus was having most fun. "Look at him," he nudged me, his finger pointing Black. "I think you broke him."

After blinking a few of times, Sirius shook his head in slow motion and immediately went back to his cocky self. "Love, I'm never letting you speak English again."

"Oh, great." complained James, rolling his eyes. "You are under his radar now. He's gonna flirt with you mindlessly."

Remus laughed as Sirius shamelessly winked at me. I shrugged and grabbed a box of Sour Apple Bites. "Not bad, Black, you've figured out that I'm a girl. It took you only a week, but still, not bad."

He drew his wand and looked at me with his cheeky grin. Seconds later, red butterflies were flying around my head. "Oh trust me darlin', I knew you are a girl."

James, Remus and I sighed in unison, as his butterflies flied out from the window.

And four of us turned our heads towards the door, when a girl made a dramatic entrance.

"Sirius. Orion. Black."

I heard Remus' whistle, and James came right after. "Someone's *cough* in *caugh* trouble."

The girl was beautiful, I mean, really beautiful. She had this chocolate brown hair cassading down to her waist, and big, shiny green eyes. She could be the perfect fit for Beauxbatons actually. She was angry out of her mind, her brows furrowed and flames coming out of her eyes. Her hands were on her hips, and apparently, all she could see was Sirius Black.

"Not a single word in three months. I waited and waited and waited, but no, seems like your highness is too good to for a letter. You even said that you'd come visit me, you jerk!"

Oh Merlin, even her voice was beautiful. She had this cute accent that I thought was Italian. In the mean time, Sirius was eyeing her, pondering at his fastest. After a moment of silence, all he said was,

"Did I?"

Oh, you dumbass.

The girl got even more furious over his remark that she stomped his foot on the ground, with clenched fists. "Yeah, you did."

"Alright, Eva, but haven't we broke up last year?" Sirius said, with a confused expression on his face. Remus was shaking his head in disappointment as Potter couldn't even dare to look in the girl's direction anymore.

"And we had made up when Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup, remember? There was a party in the common room, and you guys had find a way to sneak drinks in, don't you remember?"

Sirius was looking at his current/ex girlfriend with a blank face, apparently waiting for her to figure it out by herself. She looked at him expectantly for like, ten seconds and then her expression changed slowly.

"Oh my god, you don't remember.."

James was looking from the window now, and I couldn't dare to watch the seen anymore either. We both looked at each other with the corner of our eyes and started a really low-tuned conversation about how interesting were the trees we pass by. Poor Remus was sitting on the corridor side, so there was nothing he could do but wait. He seemed to take a sudden interest in his hands though, with his head bowed low, he was studying his fingers. Damn, the situation was really awkward.

"You don't remember.." Eva said once more, this time she didn't sound that angry. She sounded- hurt.

"I'm so stupid." was the last things she said, then I heard the door hitting loudly against it's frame. It was only then, James, Remus and I dared to turn our heads.

"That was so low." Remus deadpanned, looking at Sirius with a dispirited face. "Even for you."

"Moony- I don't even remember!" Sirius squeaked. "Don't you know how much I drank that night? Prongs- you could've at least given me a heads up, we were together all summer!"

"The thing is," Potter started with his brows raised. Then he bit his bottom lip in guilt. "I don't exactly remember that night either."

Remus turned to James and calmly stated. "There's another thing you didn't remember. That you are the headboy and Lily's probably going to kill you. You're about the miss the meeting in the second compartment."

Potter's face went white as a bathroom sink, and he darted out so fast that I started to think maybe he apparated.

I turned my gaze to Sirius and tried to understand what was he feeling. It was nearly impossible.

"Ouch.." I said when our eyes met.

He grumbled and swoop over to James's seat, looking out from the window. "Yeah, whatever."

I was quietly going through the chocolate frog Wizard cards I collected all morning when Remus talked to me.

"So listen," he said, with an encouraging smile on his face. "About the Sorting Hat."

I sighed and he smiled again. It was only hours away and I really didn't want that moment to come. I didn't even know about Hogwarts houses that much, all I knew was the guys were all in Gryffindor and they were obsessively proud about it. Remus looked at me and didn't lose the happy expression on his face until I have a smile on my own as well.

"Don't worry, alright. He listens to you if you have a house in your mind."

I nodded and looked at him in gratitude. He's been really nice to me since our first encounter, and he was nice to have around at the times when Potter and Black are unbearable dimwits.

And we kept quiet till the end of the trip.

Seeing Hogwarts for the first time, I felt exactly like I felt when I was at Potter's. The castle was sublime and spacious, but comparing to Beauxbatons, the word was definitely "homy." Away from all the fuss, the ice sculptures and white & silver decoration, Hogwarts was exactly where I needed to be. The castle has this high ceilings and numerous witty paintings covering all the walls, and they turn even the simplest walk into a fun parade.

And the food. Oh, the food. I think I don't want to see anything edible for a while because I've never eaten this much before!

About the ceremony.. It was just as horrid as I feared it would be. I stood among the first graders for an hour with all tho school eyeing me, and I also had to went through Black's mocking smirk. He and Potter cheered for me when I sat on the stool, leaving whole school wondering how we know each other. Or, how I know The Sirius Black.

Oh yeah, he is really something in this school.

I don't want to talk about how I literally had a fight with the Sorting Hat and how desperately he wanted to place me into Slytherin. (Trust me, they are the worst Potter had said when we were in the carriages.) He insisted so bad that I started to think my father had found where I am and bribed the hat. Well, I won eventually, and he decided that I should be in Gryffindor.

Needless to say that Potter was beyond thrilled, now that I'll be sharing girl's dormitory with Evans.

Evans. I didn't know how that girl can be mean to anybody at first, for she was such an angel to me. That is, till I saw her with James for 3 minutes. Boy, she really can't stand him.

So, after a week, tons of homework and 47 questions about how I know Sirius Black, I was getting used to this place.

Apparently, being around Black at Hogwarts was torture. There were his many, many admirers and ex-girlfriends all around, and I was sick of being watched.

As for him, he was enjoying it so much. He liked it when the some girl 'accidentally' shouldered me on the halls, and he definitely laughed so hard when someone gives me crazy eyes because he was sitting next to me at common room or stealing a bite from my pancakes at breakfast. He was definitely doing that on purpose, offering to carry my books every single time a girl walks by and everything.

I didn't care for the crazy ones, but I was feeling really bad when I saw a girl looking at us with watery eyes. The ones that get sad, they were my problem. I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

Just because he calls me Wolf, people were howling when they pass me by, for fuck's sake.

Thanks to him, I was going to be completely friendless. (Hey, you have us, don't you, he said every time I complain. And when I said that I want some girl friends, Potter jumped right in and reminded me that I still couldn't manage to be "besties" with Lily.)

Only a week, and everything was hectic already.

I was struggling with my over-boring Divination essay when Sirius threw himself next to me on the couch and scared the shit out of me.

"How can you be so sneaky?" I protested, surprised at how he managed not knocking over my inkwell.

"How can you be so buried in your head?" he retorted, looking at me with a huge smile on his face. Than with his one eye on a girl sitting in the couch across the room, he leaned towards me and whispered. "Quidditch trials, friday afternoon. Don't forget." His breath tickled my ear, and I hear that girl closing her book loudly. It must be some girl he flirted earlier in the evening.

Quidditch trials. It's something that I was looking forward to, since there was an opening in the Beaters and it was easy to avoid eyes when you were flying. I nodded over his recall and tried not to look around much as he placed his arm on the backrest cushion behind me.

I was growing tired of it.

"You know what," I grouched, straightening my back and turning to him. "You have to stop it. You are hurting these girls and I really don't want to be a part of it. If you wanna be my friend, then fine, but I'm sick of people mistaken us for lovers and getting upset about it."

He furrowed his brows and looked at me as if I said something weird.

"You don't like being around me?"

It was unbelievable, he sounded almost hurt.

"I like being around you, you are like the first friend I have here, glad you sat by me that day."

"So what's the problem Wolf?" he asked, with a forced smile on his face.

"The problem is, I don't want to hurt people's feelings when I'm with my friend. It's irrational."

I couldn't read his face. All I knew was that he was looking at me without a word, with a slight surprise he couldn't manage to hide.

"You know you're a piece of work, Felicia."

"What happened to Wolf?"

"I just wanted to say your name." he smiled, and kept looking at me. I still had no idea what he was thinking. So I stared back and waited for him to say something. I definitely was waiting for an explanation, or an answer to what I asked from him. But no, it was becoming this weird staring contest and he seemed to have no intentions of talking. I couldn't stand it.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just-" he huffed, not knowing how to explain it. "Different. Girls usually love it when I'm like this. And you didn't. You're weird." Looking at the state of my face he immediately added, "A good kind of weird and I don't know, I kind of liked it."

"Nice," I smiled, not knowing what else to say. "So, we good?"

"Yes love, don't worry. From now on, I'll behave around you." Apparently, there was nothing I could do about the way he talked.

But of course, he couldn't leave it at there so he winked shamelessly. "I can't make any promises about when I'm with other girls though."

"Fair enough."

"Good, now let's take a look at that bloody Divination essay."