Chapter 3
In potions class on Monday morning I am paired up with James. We are going to make a Living Death potion and James is being quite annoying because he isn't paying much attention to the potion and more to Sirius, sharing looks with him, laughing about who knows what. Sirius is paired up with Remus and they are sat in the front of the class. You know when you learn a new thing and then you can't help but see that thing all the time and everywhere you go in your everyday life? That's what it's like with Remus. I have learned a new Remus and now I can't help but see Remus all the time and everywhere I go. I have been watching Remus for basically this whole class. I've noticed he has a lot of scars and looks tired. I have also noticed that he is a bit attractive, hence me looking at him for this whole class. I've tried to be cool about it though, but I don't know if I have succeeded in it. I try to shift between intense staring at him and complete disregard of him; I can't do just one of them.
And now he's here. Speaking to James. I look up at him.
"Hey Olivia." He says cheerily. "Been roaming around the astronomy tower, all alone in the dark, anything lately?" Remus says, smiling.
"No actually." I grin. "How about you? Taken your daily stroll though the Hogwarts grounds in the dark, while admiring the moon?"
"Nah… It's not actually a daily thing you know. I do other things in the morning as well." He states.
"Like what?" I counter.
"Well, I'll tell you about this one time, I actually slept." He says sarcastically.
"What!" I fake a gasp. "Sleep? I've never heard of this preposterous phenomenon!" I say with the sarcasm level of a thousand.
We laugh and James simply looks at us, half amused, half surprised. "What's this all about?" He gestures between us.
"Oh you know James, it's just between prefects." Remus says with a self-assured voice.
James narrows his eyes at him.
For the rest of the class James pays a lot more attention to our potion and in me as well it seems. It's like he's suddenly found more interest in me. Like he sees me with a slightly new light, as if I am not just some girl anymore. One of his own Marauders has accepted me, which means I am not just anyone anymore. Or maybe I am reading too much into this? Probably.