Friday
September 4, 1977
Library
So it's breakfast right now, and I'm hiding out in the library. Actually, now that I mention it, I seem to be doing a lot of hiding. I'm not entirely sure why. Actually I am sure why. Due to the events of last night I'm avoiding anyone with eyes or a mouth.
So, last night.
I was sitting in the library, avoiding pretty much anyone who would force me to become more like Lily and question the entirety of the universe. Lily was, of course, up in our dorm, questioning the universe, which the other girls were used to by now, and Lottie was most likely comforting her, seeing as I was avoiding everyone.
I am so outraged at the moment!
I was so happy that my day was not going to be cliche (I mean the Remus thing, lets be honest), but the Potions incident? Slughorn? Why would you do this to me? Part of my life's work purely consists of avoiding cliches!
Black is not at the top of my list of 'people I would like to work with!' In fact, he's not on it at all! What a git.
What a bloody git.
I bet he planned the whole thing.
Anyway, the library was nice and comforting for my life-questioning needs, and I had just finished writing down the events of the day, when I heard a sort of rustling behind me. In my distressed state I flung my wand arm out and muttered 'anteoculatia,' not really considering that it could have been an innocent Hufflepuff first year behind me (not that you'll find any of those - mark my words! Just ask Hol Buggery - a poor Ravenclaw in my year who was on the bad end of a nasty foul during a quidditch match against Hufflepuff).
I then, of course, turned around to admire my handiwork, and what did I see? A mildly distressed Sirius Black, that's what!
Black sort of stood there, three feet behind me, opening his mouth like a fish and probably trying to ignore the six foot long antlers sprouting from his head.
His eyes started bulging, and his faced turned red, and that's when I knew I was done for, done for I tell you! My life was over, Black was going to kill me, there and then. But then, for some bizarre reason, unknown to any sort of sane person, Black started laughing!
There I was, fully expecting my head to spontaneously combust, and he started laughing!
"Shut up!" I hissed. "Pince'll hear you, and then where will we be?" I started slowly picking my things up (to run) as Black slowly started sobering up (as he very well should have. The thought of a crazy french librarian coming after you is not a positive one).
I knew I was done for. I knew my life was over. Last year I was an innocent, young sixth year, unconcerned by the antics of the marauders, but it hadn't been a week yet and Black had already offered to snog me numerous times (like, rude!), stolen my seat at the breakfast table, destroyed any chance of doing well in potions, and basically ruined my chance of having a good year. What an awful person.
Anyway, the git in question was standing there, six foot antlers raking the ceiling, and I was standing, books in my arms, getting ready to bolt, when we heard Pince muttering two shelves over.
Black raised his eyebrows and quickly crouched down, trying to hide his new painfully obvious abnormality (not that I was complaining. I wish I had a camera so that I could take a picture of his head bobbing stupidly like that).
I looked left and right, there was nowhere to run. Pince was on the left and on my right was only one shelf and then a wall.
"Bishop," Black hissed. "Fix this."
I blanched. In my panic of not getting a detention all forms of counter charms had left my brain. Normally I'm good at this sort of thing.
"Bishop! Hurry!" Black whisper-yelled, unintentionally drawing the attention of the resident psycho librarian. Idiot.
Finite! That was it! I just had to get my wand... I reached into my pocket and grabbed my wand, dropping my books and falling to my knees in the process, but still managing to splutter out the counter-charm in the process.
Black, in all his wisdom, reached down to steady me by leaning down and putting his hands on my shoulders, just as Pince rounded the corner, noticing me on my knees, Black's hands on my shoulders, both our clothing rumpled and both of us out of breath from the stress of attempting not to get detention.
Pince's eyebrows almost leaped off of her face as she ripped Black backwards and pulled me up off the floor, her grip iron. "I will not stand for any form of fornication in this library, and especially not at this hour of night!" Pince yelled, drawing the attention of several curious Hufflepuffs, and then saying some unsavory words in French that should not be translated on any form of paper.
Wait.
nO. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.
Black's eyes widened in surprise and I almost choked in horror as I attempted to get my protests out. "No, no... I wasn't, we weren't, I just-"
"Quiet you *insert unquotable French word here*," Pince scowled. "You may not have gotten the whole way but I've known enough students to know that boys are fond of other ways to-"
"Oh no," I spluttered, "I was only on my knees because I-"
"I don't want to hear any of your excuses you *equally unquotable French curse word*! Both of you will have detention every night for two weeks, and twenty points will be take from Gryffindor. Each."
All I could do was stand in horror as Pince dragged Black and I out of the library and to Professor McGonagall's office, Black seemingly unperturbed by the change of events, and my books still scattered all over the back corner of the Charms section.
"I just, I wasn't', I-" but Pince ignored my pitiful protests and we rounded the corner to the possibly scarier head of Gryffindor's office.
McGonagall stormed out, her scarlet dressing gown fluttering about her ankles and her normally composed hair let down for the night. "Would anyone care to tell me how we lost forty points for Gryffindor so early in the term, leaving us with a fine score of minus five?"
Pince smiled (evilly), her nails (talons) digging into my shoulders. "I found these two participating in some unsavoury acts in the library."
McGonagall's eyebrows seemed to recede into her hairline as she reviewed the situation. "I would expect this from you Mr Black, but Miss Bishop?"
"No, I wasn't, we weren't-" I weakly tried to explain, glancing towards Black for some sort of agreement but he seemed more amused than anything, and uninterested in pleading our case.
"You will report to Filch for your detentions at 7pm sharp every evening until your detention period is over, and Miss Bishop?" McGonagall frowned, "One more slip up like this and I will be forced to review your prefect status."
I couldn't believe what was happening.
"Now both of you, off to your rooms. Now."
McGonagall left with one last scowl, slamming the door behind her. I was fuming. I couldn't believe that Black had just stood there the whole time, just nodding and agreeing with everything she said! It was like he didn't care!
"Back to bed now," Madam Pince smiled nastily. I swear, she and Filch must be related. Aside from her french accent. Maybe they were secret lovers once and that's why they hate everyone.
I trudged down the hallway, silently fuming, and doing my best to ignore the thing next to me. May I remind you of the transfigured leech point I made earlier.
"So..." Black said, blatantly ignoring my death stares. I would hex the life out of him if I hadn't wanted to be a prefect so badly. Also, two weeks of detention was enough for me.
"Didn't see that one coming did we," he tried again.
I walked a little faster.
"Are you angry at me or something?" Black asked.
WHAT A BLOODY GIT YOU STUPID LITTLE GIT LEECH BLOODY IDIOT.
"You do know that it was you that gave me the antlers right, that was on you."
That's it.
"I have just had it with you Black," I snarled. "It's not even the first week and you've already made my life hell-"
"Is this the snogging thing?" He interrupted. "Because that wouldn't exactly be he-"
"And on top of that, Pince thought we were, that I was, that- and you didn't even say anything against it! Those Hufflepuffs saw and so by tomorrow the whole school is going to know that we got detention because Pince thought we were- well- and you didn't, you didn't say anything to oppose it!"
I think that there's a reason that people say girls are more mature. Mostly due to the fact that boys are BLOODY IDIOTS. DAMN BLOODY IDIOTS.
"You do know that they wouldn't have believed a single word that came out of our mouths, right? And besides, this way both of us get detention, instead of just you, you know. For hexing six-foot antlers on top of my head." Black patted my back. Patronizing tosser.
"This is all your fault, Black," I hissed. "Fix it."
I was done with Black. Done. Positively finished. He could kiss his sorry arse.
Friday
September 4, 1977
Library
Agh. Was almost seen by a Hufflepuff. What is with those Hufflepuffs anyway? Aren't they supposed to be nice? Sneaky tossers.
So now, diary, you understand exactly why my life is ruined, and exactly why I need to hide out.
When I got back to my dorm everyone was asleep, so I couldn't say anything to Lottie or Lily, and then after tossing and turning all night I woke up early and came here, positive the word of my skanky antics had been shared all around the castle.
I'm very hungry.
Damn. It's almost time for class. I've Muggle Studies first up, thank goodness I won't have to face anyone I'm actually friends with. Aside from Remus. Damn. Well this can either go two ways - he, having had previous experience with the unorthodox Sirius Black, would either believe the rumours, or, knowing my reputation, would laugh them off. Wait, what does that say about my reputation? Actually, I don't care. I have bigger fish to fry.
Great. I can't avoid the world anymore. Off to Muggle Studies!
Friday
September 4, 1977
Muggle Studies
The whole way here everyone was looking at me. I think. I was avoiding looking anywhere besides the ground. Everyone seemed more whispery than usual. I'm interested to know what everyone is saying about me though. "Did you hear that Eva was caught skanking it up with Black in the library last night," is probably it. Hopefully. Knowing this school it could be much worse.
The real question is honestly why do I care at all? Who are these people? I am quite obviously their superior, charms extraordinaire, Gryffindor Prefect and seventh year! You know what? They can say whatever they like about me and I shan't care at all. They're nothing to me. Nothing.
Anyway, I'm in Muggle Studies and I'm sitting next to Remus and he hasn't done anything unusual! He said, "hey Eva, how are you on this fine morning?" And I replied, "confused and concerned," which he seemed to be okay with. No ladder-climbing flobberworms today either.
Should I be concerned? I don't know. Maybe I should talk to Remus. I'm not sure. AGH.
You know what, what's the worse thing that could happen?
"Hey, um, Remus," I whispered, whilst the professor was arguing with a Ravenclaw over the true meaning behind the microwave.
He glanced up from his work, and after taking a quick look at the professor, whispered, "yes?"
A RESPONSE! IT'S A MIRACLE! Who know what'll happen next. Kill me.
"Well, uh, seeing as you're friends with Black and all, and due to the fact that you have ears, I was merely wondering if you'd heard about-"
"How Pince apparently caught you and Sirius, uh, well, in the library last night, causing us to lose forty points, and you to receive a detention every night for two weeks, which is rather lucky, considering Pince, but I guess she likes you," Remus interrupted with annoying detail.
I winced. Merlin's knickers! Wait, Pince likes me? Odd. I didn't think she liked anyone.
"I would, however, like to add that I have been informed of some information that the resident Hufflepuff gossip mill was unaware of when they shared the story, with amusing detail, this morning at breakfast." Remus smiled, glancing over once again at Professor Bunt who had transitioned to the riveting topic of hand-held soap dispensers.
"So you know that we weren't really, uh..." Oh golly, I can't even get the words out as it disturbs me on quite a large number of levels.
"I might need to come to you next time I'm in need of some charm work though," Remus grinned. "I heard they were impressive antlers and I would have given anything to see Padfoot's face when you hexed him."
Ahh Remus. You beautiful human.
"But, in case you're interested," Remus added, again looking over his shoulder at Bunt who I think has transitioned to the aerodynamics of the tricycle, "your story is famous. Everyone's talking about it."
Knew it.
"I think it may actually be good for your reputation, if you care about such things. People won't think you're as much of a stuck-up prude anymore."
STUCK UP PRUDE? EXCUSE ME?
"A stuck-up what?" I hissed at Remus.
He looked concerned for a second before answering. "Sorry. It sounded different in my head. But you didn't know?"
"Know what?" Golly, Remus.
Remus looked concerned again. "I guess that's what people generally say about you. Not stuck-up in the Slytherin type of way, but the type of way that you're unapproachable and too smart to be in Gryffindor. Obviously I don't think that. You're not stuck-up at all."
Well I guess I did get almost all O's on my OWLs.
"But at least now they don't think you're a prude," Remus added.
A prude? Me? A PRUDE?
Remus continued, "especially since they think you and Sirius finally did something. Everyone kind of figured you'd just given up on holding out on him. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Absolutely none of this is helpful whatsoever. You know what? I'm just going to shut up now."
Well alright, I must admit, I haven't really put myself out there - I've at least dated more than Lily and Lottie, (who, aside from Lily dating Hol Buggery in fourth year in order to annoy Potter - it's a long story - haven't actually gone out with anyone), with a total of two boyfriends.
Two! It's a miracle. You may be wondering how this happened, with me being me and all (or as Hogwarts apparently puts it - a prude), but in second year I was asked out by a third year Gryffindor named Scott McCloud, (quite a scandal) right after I had just won thirty points for Gryffindor after my winning the second-years dueling competition (which was discontinued in my third year after some poor Slytherin lost an eye), and it lasted all of two weeks before he dumped me to be with Hanna Hartford, the Ravenclaw bombshell in the year above him, who, coincidentally, also won the second-year dueling competition in her day. Apparently she now does modelling. They broke up after two days. HA.
Anyway, my second boyfriend was in fifth year, the year before I developed my 'infatuation', as Lily puts it, with Remus Lupin. His name was, well still is, Amos Diggory, and he was two years my senior, which was even more scandalous than Scott McCloud, as Amos was the resident Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain and head boy, with flowing gold locks and toned and chiselled (extremely) abs.
Lily went bonkers when she found out we were going out, and she held a party up in our dorm, and Alice sneaked in some firewhisky and all five of us got a bit tipsy as I recounted the story.
It was a good relationship. Lasted nine months. Then he realized he was leaving school and I had two more years and he couldn't be tied down to a student if he wanted a job at the ministry. Git.
That really put me off guys until I opened my eyes and saw the beauty which was right in front of me. Literally. He's right there, now. Back to my point. "I am not a prude!" I hissed, crossing my arms in indignation. "I dated Amos Diggory for nine months, and Scott McCloud in second year."
Remus rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but you never actually did anything with Amos, you only snogged in public once, and there weren't any rumors, well, evidence, that you two had properly hooked up."
Well Remus just took an interesting turn. "You do know that most people, actually, all people, including me, didn't actually know that, right?" I narrowed my eyes and his cheeks turned pink.
It is mighty unusual that he could recount facts about my snogging habits...
"I, uh," he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I had a bit of a crush on you back in fifth year. I was going to ask you out but then he did and so I wrote everything about your relationship down in a notebook, uh, it was a bit stalkerish... sorry."
I think I must have misheard him. Or maybe I didn't. I think my heart has stopped beating. Am I having a heart attack? AM I? I'm also going to choose to ignore the borderline stalking but AM I HAVING A HEART ATTACK?
Remus avoided my eyes and his face went red. "But that was totally two years ago, I'm totally over it. You don't need to worry."
A HEART ATTACK?... Oh... Well then.
"Completely over it."
I don't think my heart can take any more of this tugging in different directions. What is this strange sensation I'm feeling in the corners of my eyes? Is that... is that water?
Remus shifted in his seat. "Eva? Uh, are you alright?"
"What? Oh. Yes. Good. Yes. Thanks. Yes."
"What?" Remus looked confused. Which generally happens when people spend a prolonged amount of time with me.
"Uh. Well I'm not a prude."
Remus looked relieved that I was dropping the subject. "Oh. Well okay." Then all of a sudden a look of alarm flashed into his face. "Eva, look out!" He said, staring over my shoulder.
I turned around to see a levitating paperweight heading straight for my head.
And didn't duck. Because my vision was obscured by the water in my eyes.
AN: Hey guys! This chapter has some interesting developments, and focuses on relationships as you may have been able to tell, just to give a bit of background information into some of the main characters.
This chapter was going to be like twice as long as the other chapters and I wanted to post it and didn't want it to be massively longer than my other chapters so I cut it short. Besides, with everything Eva's been through this week it's probably good she's going to see Pomfrey to check up on her health. Specifically mental health.
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