A/N: So I know I promised that this chapter was going to have an interesting Maci-Belle and Sirius moment in it. It turns out that that moment isn't going to come until the next chapter. I promise you're going to love it. Maybe. It's you opinion. Not mine.

Anyway there is a part where Maci-Belle insults Moose and I would like to give the credit of the insult to Imogen-x0x.

Dislcaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Four

On Wednesday Tommy woke to find he had blue hair. He embraced it by giving himself a one day Mohawk.

On Wednesday night Sirius skipped detention which has been moved to rewriting and refiling the detention slips.

On Thursday Tommy grew donkey ears at breakfast. He showed them off with a smile.

On Thursday night Sirius ignored me for the four hours we were in detention with Knittle breathing down our backs.

On Friday all of Tommy's clothes mysteriously vanished and were replaced with a man sized pink tutu and princess tiara. I'm not sure how but he managed to not to get mad about that one either.

On Friday night Sirius got leave detention early and didn't even bat en eyelash in my direction. Not that I wanted him to.

On Saturday... Well. Maybe I should just tell you the whole story on that one.

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It started just like any other Saturday would.

The students took advantage of a day without lessons and abandoned their uniforms for some everyday Muggle clothes. Instead of staying cooped up inside everyone shared the same idea of spending the sunny day outside.

I, myself, was off to the library in order find a new book to read since Tommy wasn't able to leave his dormitory (last night the tutu disappeared but his clothes never showed). It was on my way to the library that my Saturday became unusual.

I was just over half way to the library when I someone suddenly grabbed my upper arm from behind. Being me I'm not use to people willingly talking to me much less randomly grabbing me in the middle of the corridor.

"Relax. It's me." Being spun around I came to face to face with the one and only Moose Richards.

Keeping a tight grip on my arm, Moose dragged me around the corner.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" he asked in a hurried whisper.

I frowned. I have no idea what he's talking about. The most contact I've had with him since fourth year was when I accidentally spilled hot chocolate on his break homework at Christmas.

"For the past three days all the Marauders have been able to talk about is your odd hand waving and reasons for it."

I stopped frowning. Was he really mad about my sing language towards Sirius?

"Do you know how many excuses I've had to come up for it? They're starting to wonder if I know you."

That's when it all made sense.

Moose didn't care that I had used sign language in front of someone other than him. He's mad that he slipped up and almost connected himself to me. Even though he's the one who made the mistake he's going to blame me for it.

You're unbelievable. I signed the best I could with Moose still gripping one of my arms.

He ignored me.

"You know sometimes I really wish I would have told Mum that you were who started the fire. She would have sent you back to the orphanage for sure. Then I wouldn't have to be dealing with you now."

Letting go of my arm, Moose shoved me backwards. Not hard enough to hurt but just hard enough to let me know he never wanted anything to do with me again.

Despite everything that's happened between the two of us in the past two years I still wanted to be his sister. For five years Moose had been the one person I could always count on. He had always been there for me. He had been my rock. He had been my older brother.

But now standing here looking at him I realized things were over between the two of us. We were never going to be family again. What made it worse was the fact that there wasn't a hint of shame on his face at all. It was like he couldn't careless about losing me.

So I stood before him refusing to be the one who would cry. Refusing to be the one to walk away. Some days you just can't be strong enough to do both.

I ran.

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Detention that night was a nightmare.

Sirius was still pretending I didn't exist. Even though I didn't really want a repeat of what had happened the first night, the silence did nothing but give me time to think. Thinking wasn't something I wanted to do at the moment.

Turning in my seat I looked over at Sirius. He was bent over the desk, his shaggy hair hiding his face.

Without thinking I grabbed a piece of parchment, crumbled it up and throw it at him. It hit the side of his head.

Slowly he turned his head to look at me, shaggy hair still covering most of his face.

"What?" he snapped.

I blinked. Maybe I should have thought this through better.

I turned back in my chair and grabbed another piece of parchment.

"Mental," I heard him mutter.

This time before throwing the crumbled up piece of parchment I wrote, Talk to me, on it.

From the corner of my eye I watched him open the note.

"Why?" he asked tossing the parchment into the trash. "It's not like you ever talk back."

Bugger. For some reason I thought this was going to be a whole lot easier.

Pursing my lips in thought I tried to come up with something to get Sirius talking.

I could tell him I was mute. That would explain the while hand throwing thing and it would defiantly make Moose mad. After what he did to me early I think he deserves it, the dickhead.

Other than that I really couldn't come up with anything else that might get him talking. I mean I could always write down random questions and throw them at him. Something tells me that's only going to piss him off.

That decides it. I'm going to tell Sirius Black that I'm mute.

As I reached for another piece of parchment my plan was dashed.

"Don't even think about it," he said, bringing my attention back to him. "Believe it or not I just really want to get through this month as quickly as I can."

Admitting my defeat I turned my back to him and pretended to be rewriting a detention slip.

In reality I did grab another piece of parchment. Without attending to throw it at him I wrote down the two words that always seem to drag me down in one way or another.

I'm mute.

A/N: Any guesses as to how the Maci-Belle/Sirius moment is going to come about?

~Kat. The One Who Couldn't Think Of An Ending Note.