LEVEL I of The Stratified Agate Competition - Write about one member of your pairing experiencing jealousy.

Twisted

A paper bird flew over to their desk, into Marlene McKinnon's waiting hands. The girl giggled, opening the letter with utmost enthusiasm and completely letting her partner rant on about the period's Ancient Runes task.

"-Fehru signs. I mean, who needs to learn it?" Sirius waved his hands around.

Marlene gave the folded parchment a kiss, leaving a sultry lipstick stain. She blew on the paper bird, the origami piece flying towards the one and only Benjy Fenwick. Marlene looked over her shoulder, winking at the smirking adolescent. Marlene hadn't even paused to look at her partner, who was cursing Ancient Runes to the pits of Hell.

"-nobody needs any of the electives when you're training to become an Auror, honestly." Sirius ranted, boasting. He started to feel annoyed at Marlene McKinnon's lack of attention towards him. She was giggling, a pink parchment on her hands. She began scribbling a reply on the paper with her scented quill in slanted, loopy handwriting. She folded it neatly, blowing it towards the annoying Ravenclaw, Fenwick. Marlene hadn't even noticed Sirius stop talking and continued to bat her lashes at Benjy.

Sirius was completely and utterly livid. The paper bird was again flying towards their desk and Sirius thought it was about time he stepped in. He retrieved his wand from inside his robes and set the bird on fire, to both person's shock. Marlene looked around with narrowed eyes. Her eyes then settled on her partner, who had his lips closed tight on a straight line.

"Why. Did. You. Do. It?" Marlene breathed in and out.

"Well, you weren't paying attention to me."

"Must you interfere with our conversation?"

"I certainly wouldn't have called it a conversation; more like flirting, but I wouldn't want you flirting with anyone but me." the lad answered cockily.

"Honestly, Black. You torment me, but you want me to flirt with you?" Marlene pulled lightly on her hair in frustration. "You're berserk!"

"Twisted, yes. It's my way of being possessive."

"Gosh, we aren't even together yet!"

"Yet? So, there is a chance?" Sirius wiggled his eyebrows together.

"Shut up. I don't like you."