Sirius sighed and slumped back in his chair. What the hell was wrong with him? He had never ever liked a girl this long and not had any reaction. No scrap that. He had never not had a reaction. And he had never liked a girl for more than three or four weeks. He groaned as he realised that he was turning into James. He hadn't had to suffer for as long as James though. Lily had hated James for what, four years? But since that day when Roxie had made Lily, Carla and Mina sit with them, they had all become the best of friends. They were also friends with Sadie and Xaverie, the other two Gryffindor girls, who had become friends with Roxie. He smiled to himself; Roxie had basically brought them all together. She was friends with the rest of the Gryffindor fifth years as well, and inevitably, she was the object of many boys from other houses affections.
He groaned. It was almost worse now that she was talking to him so much. She had been fully accepted as a Marauder, and although she was friends with the others the boys were obviously her favourite. Especially Remus. He had almost cried when he came into the common room the other evening to see Roxie lying on the sofa asleep, with her head in Remus' lap. He scowled. It wasn't Remus' fault. Remus evidently liked her and in truth he did get there first and they did seem to be perfect in every way but...but...he wanted to be her perfect match...he wanted to be the one that could make her face light up simply by giving her a good morning hug. He wanted to be the one that she could confide all her secrets in. He wanted to be the one whose shoulder she cried on when she got bad news. He wanted to be the one who she arranged to stay with in the holidays because she had nowhere else to go. He wanted to be the one who would get to spend many cosy evenings with her, by the fire. He sighed. But Remus got there first. He just needed to keep telling himself that.