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Chapter 4-

"Courtney! You're doing it again!" Lily screeched at me when she found me petting my Susan-eyebrows.

"What?" I questioned.

"That is so mean! Imagine what that poor girl would feel like if she found out you made fun of her all the time," she scolded.

Oh, bloody hell, there it is again! Even my own best friend thinks I'm mean! I groaned and rolled over on the floor. It's not nice to know that you're a mean person. Well, at least I can relate to Black now. ARGH! Bugger! I did it again!

I need to do something. Maybe I'll go take a stroll. It's best that I go by myself so I can't be mean. I really need to break this habit. No wonder people look like they're afraid of me all the time. Stupid Black probably spread the word that I'm as friendly as a Horntail.

"I'm going on a walk," I said, grabbing my cloak.

Lily was about to open her mouth, most likely to accompany me but I gave her a look. She knows the 'look'. It normally indicates that I want to be by myself. It worked quite well as she nodded her head and sat on her bed. Once I was satisfied that she wasn't upset and she had pulled out her novel, I left.

I hopped down the steps and left the common room. I hurried through the corridors until I was outside. It was dark and the only light was coming from the stars and a little sliver of the moon. I sighed and walked over to the tree Lily and I had been sitting at a few days before. I layed on my back and looked at the stars. I've never been the kind of person to go out of my way to look at the sky...at least not now. I used to love looking at the stars. It was like breathing. I haven't done this in about ten years because I guess you could say that I'm angry with the sky. Tonight was different though. I let go of the grudge.

I never realized how long it's been since I've really taken the time to look at the night time sky. I used to look at it all the time when I was younger. Every night I'd search that dark sky for a shooting star, just one was all I needed. I had the absurd idea that maybe if I wished on it that I might meet him, or at least learn his name. I never found that shooting star though. Maybe that's why I haven't bothered to look at the stars in such a long time. Maybe that's why I've had a grudge against the sky. It refused to give me that one shooting star. I didn't want to be let down, to have that hope shattered when after night after night I still didn't find my star. I guess in a way it's better that way. The idea truly was absurd. It wouldn't bring me any closer to meeting him.

I heard the blades of grass swishing together and knew that somebody was coming. I had no idea who would be coming out here at this time of night. It didn't seem to bother me though. It could be Black's brother coming back to kill me and I could care less. Or it could be my Prince Charming coming to carry me away to a lovely castle. I couldn't help but giggle silently to myself. That's Lily's idea. She always reads those stupid romance novels where the perfect guy always saves the day and the characters fall so deeply in love that it's painfully sappy. I hate those books. None of it is true...at least not in the real world. I let Lily keep that fantasy that someday she'll meet a guy like that.

I heard an angry grunt and a rock plunking into the lake. It was either my murderer or my one true love. The figure was tall and gangly. OK, so maybe it's not either of those. I wonder if they're just going to keep walking or what because they're heading straight for me.

"Umph!"

I watched the person hit my legs, stumble, and desperately try to catch themselves. It just didn't work. They're face totally smashed into the ground in the most comical way possible. They just layed there, spread eagle, groaning and cursing into the grass.

Whoever is out here with me isn't exactly graceful. They must not have seen my legs which I find very amusing. I'm not even going to stop my laughter this time. Let the mean-ness flow! I will laugh at this person's expense! Injuries like that are just too good to pass up.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Is that you, Meadowes?" Potter asked bitterly.

"Potter, that was, and I really mean it, the best face plant I've ever seen in my life," I laughed, clutching my stomach.

He was still sprawled out beside me. I could see that his glasses were cracked because the dim moonlight reflected off of them. He gave a frustrated snort when he found the damaged spectacles. I couldn't help but feel a bit bad.

"What are you doing out here anyway?" he snapped, getting up and repairing his glasses.

"I might ask you the same thing," I retorted calmly.

"Just a little upset," he answered vaguely, "Wait, aren't you supposed to be in detention with Sirius?"

Hehe...Oops. I guess I kind of forgot that they're best mates. Merlin! I hope he doesn't report me to McGonagall! I'd lay a knut on the odds that tonight he's going to decide to act all Head Boy-ish and take responsibility just because he doesn't like me. Maybe if I just play it cool, he'll let me off. Just don't panic and snap at him.

"I guess we're out here for the same reason then," I commented truthfully.

"Did you guys have a row again?" he questioned, laying on his back next to me.

"Of course," I laughed bitterly, "He can't ever seem to leave me alone. He's always commenting on how mean and unhappy I am. I guess it just really gets to me."

"He does have a particular fondness for picking fights with you," Potter muttered.

For the second time today, I felt bad for stereotyping someone. I had automatically assumed that Potter would be just like Black and snap at me. It's surprising that he's actually seeing the situation from my perspective.

"I just don't know what I ever did to make him hate me so much," I said, running my hands through my hair in frustration.

"Hate is a bit of a strong word, don't you think?" he asked.

I didn't answer him. I really appreciated him listening to me and not being an arse, but I don't even talk about this with Lily. I try not to even think about it. I try to ignore Black and forget that he exsists. It's easier that way.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" I questioned, changing the subject.

"Lily," he sighed.

"Ah, of course. I should have seen that one coming," I laughed.

"She won't even give me a chance. She just brushes me off like an annoying fly or something. She has no idea how much I like her," he moaned, sounding like a girl.

"I think you need to try a different approach with her," I suggested.

"Like what? I've tried everything! Nothing will work with her! She's impossible! What do those other stupid prats have that I don't?" he whined.

"They," I stopped and paused, "Actually, I have no idea. They've all been self-absorbed weenies in my opinion."

He snorted at this. We were silent for a while. It wasn't an awkward silence or anything. We just stared at the stars. Maybe he was looking for a shooting star too. I looked over at him and noticed that he was staring at me.

"Do you have fuzzy caterpillars nesting above your eyes?" he asked curiously.

"Er...no...why?" I said, feeling my face.

"It looks like it," he commented, poking my eyebrows, "It's like they have a life of their own."

As James was marveling over the 'caterpillars', I tried to think of what he was talking about. I mean honestly, who has caterpillars nesting where their eyebrows should be? Merlin! It's the Susan-eyebrows! I totally forgot about the bloody things! I scrambled around for my wand. ARGH! I lost it!

"My wand! Where's my wand!" I cried, frantically searching the ground.

"You look a bit like that girl from Ravenclaw, that real nasty one," he continued, blatantly ignoring my panic, "Oh, bugger, I know her name, I can't remember it though. The one who ran into the door? Ah, Susan! Yes! That's it."

"I need my wand! I forgot to get rid of them! I can't go back into the castle like this!" I whined.

"You mean, you purposely did that to yourself?" he laughed.

"Shut up," I growled, "Merlin! This must be my payback for making fun of her."

"Here, I can get them back to normal for you," Potter said, getting his wand.

I eyed him warily. I didn't know whether to trust him or not. I guess he's not all that bad with this kind of stuff. It's not like he's going to set them on fire or anything. The worst that could happen is getting my eyebrows singed a bit.

"Fine," I mumbled.

He screwed up his face and sent the spell flying at me. As soon as he did, his eyes got really big. Oh no. Oh no. OH NO! What did he do! He smiled nervously at me. My hands flew to my face and frantically searched for my smooth eyebrows. All I felt was skin. THEY AREN'T THERE ANYMORE! My eyebrows are gone!

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" I shrieked.

"It was an accident!" he argued, still looking thunderstruck.

"I am eyebrow-less now!" I whimpered, slumping against the tree.

"They'll...er...grow back," Potter said weakly.

"Never a dull moment around you, is there?" I muttered, smiling despite of myself.

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Sirius's POV

"Stupid, bloody Meadowes," I muttered, scrubbing the last sink.

I sat down on the floor and wiped the hair away that was sticking to my forehead. My arms ached from all the scrubbing. I was used to only doing half of the work. Normally James helps because I normally get in trouble with him...not stupid, moody Meadowes.

I tossed the scrub brush into the bucket and left. I stalked up to the common room, cursing stupid Courtney Meadowes all the way. She just left me with all that work left to do! The girl despises me! It was totally unfair. If it weren't against every bit of Marauder in me, I'd tell McGonagall. I climbed in through the portrait hole and stopped dead. Two people were on top of each other on the couch. Really, these people need to find broom closets!

"Why are you so nervous?" he asked.

"I've never done this before. What if we mess up? Imagine what people would say" she said nervously.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. People do it all the time," he insisted.

Bloody hell. It's Prongs...and he's straddling Meadowes! My jaw felt like it dropped about ten feet and I had a weird feeling. My stomach twisted uncomfortably I can't believe he'd do this to me! What does he think he's doing with her!

"Oi! Prongs! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped, the words coming out a little more fierce than I intended them to.

I stormed over to them, ready to give both of them a piece of my mind because...er...they shouldn't be doing that on the common room couch. I halted abruptly when he turned to me with a stick of eyeliner poised in his hand. OK, now I'm really confused. If they're doing what I think they're doing, why the hell do they have eyeliner?

"Do these look crooked to you, Padfoot?" he asked, pointing to Meadowes.

I took a step closer and peered down at her. She looked distraught and very uncomfortable...and with drawn on eyebrows...which were very, very crooked. I gave James a questioning look which was met with a distressed one. I took the hint.

"Er...yeah...straight as...straight should be," I said weakly.

"That's a relief. I didn't want to walk around with really crooked eyebrows until I could get to the hosptial wing to get them re-grown," Meadowes laughed.

"Why exactly don't you have eyebrows?" I asked, not being able to tear my eyes away from the bizarre eyebrows.

"To make a long story short, James made them disappear somehow," she replied.

"James, eh? Since when are you two on a first name basis?" I questioned sharply, narrowing my eyes a bit.

"Don't start, Black," she warned.

"Huh. Real scarey, Meadowes. You're what, maybe 5'4 and I'm 5'11," I smirked.

"Stop being arrogant," she spat.

"As soon as you start being a nice, pleasant, well-mannered girl," I said evenly with sarcasm dripping off of every word.

"You are truly impossible to be around," she snapped, pushing James off of her.

Her grey eyes narrowed at me before she turned on her heel. I watched her moodily stomp up the steps to her dormitory with satisfaction. As soon as I saw her black hair whip around the corner, I started on James.

"What were you doing with her?" I asked accusingly.

"We were just outside talking," he shrugged.

"You mean snogging," I bit back.

James looked taken aback by this. Really, he can't play stupid with me. I know what he was up to with Meadowes.

"What's your problem, Padfoot? You've been short with everyone since the start of term last week. What's got you angry this time?" James questioned shortly.

"I'm mad now because you-you've been hanging out with her," I growled, my voice rising a bit.

"Is she your property now?" he asked, smirking at me.

"No! I can't stand her! It's bad enough that Moony talks to her," I groaned.

"You're jealous," he said, laughing a little.

"Why the hell would I be jealous? That's ridiculous!" I argued.

"You have a crush on Courtney," James said smugly.

"Yeah, right. Why would I even look twice at Meadowes when every other girl in this school is ten times more attractive?" I questioned.

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me? I'd really like to know seeing as your eyes are glued to the back of her head every day in Charms," he replied.

"I do not stare at her!" I cried indignantly.

Oh Merlin. Do I really stare at Meadowes? What if I am, in some twisted sense, attracted to her? Nooo! What if other people notice? I don't. But what if I do it subconsciencely and don't realize I'm doing it? I can't believe this!

"Padfoot, why is your face all red?" James asked.

"Er...a little tired. I think I'm going to bed," I replied.

I started up the stairs, still thinking about what Prongs said, and, of course, panicking. It's just not a good situation. It's Meadowes! How could this be happening? It's impossible. It has to be. I was almost at the door when James called up to me.

"Sirius, I made that up," he said.

I was able to hear the amusement in his voice, along with a smug satisfaction that he tricked me.

Relief washed over me. Thank Merlin it was a joke.

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A/N-That different point-of-view was refreshing, don't you think? I'd once again like to thank all of you who reviewed! It means a lot. I'll try to update again soon, but it most likely won't happen for a while. A lot of people that read my other fic are about ready to chop my head off if I don't update soon, so that's on my to-do list. And I will be heading off to the Outer Banks in ten days (my dear cousin, Kenz3B, in the giant group of family going...cough-readherfic-cough-itrocks-cough) so I probably won't update this before that. But please, please, please review!