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Celia Kilmer's Word of the Day: Taradiddle
It means pretentious nonsense. Example- 95% of what comes out of Sirius Black's mouth.
When I get to Defence, I'm a little late, but the professor hasn't shown up yet either, so I'm safe.
Then I see that Lily and James are sitting in my seat, and Sirius is looking pointedly at me. Sighing, I put my bag down on top of the desk, and slide into the empty seat beside him.
"Glad you're awake." He says, smiling.
I take a bite out of my muffin, and glare at him.
He leans in, and I notice how gorgeous his eyes are. A pretty greyish silver colour, framed by long black lashes. I wonder asininely if he uses mascara.
He kisses my forehead softly, and I try to not look like I'm melting into a puddle of goo. I can hear a girl behind me sigh, and I don't blame her. Honestly, I'm tempted to do the same.
"Now blush," he whispers into my ear, before moving away.
"I don't blush on demand." I retort, choosing to ignore the fact that my cheeks are flaming.
"I can see that." He says, grinning lazily, and turning back around to face Professor Einstein who has, of course, chosen that moment to walk into class.
I contemplate throwing a piece of my muffin at him.
I was not prepared for Gen.
The minute I get to Transfiguration, she pounces on me.
"I can't take you anywhere, Celia! I can't even believe your nerve! You never came back to the dorm last night! I was so worried! I almost went to Dumbledore, you bitch!"
I explain it to her from the very beginning, starting with Marlene and the dictionary and finishing with me accidentally getting drunk, and having to go to Sirius's room. In typical Gen fashion, she's already come up with answers.
"Andrew Reynolds." She mused. "He's the guy we insulted in the hallway yesterday." She claps her hands excitedly. "I bet he made that bet so that Sirius would make you fall in love with him, and then your heart would be broken, and he could get revenge at long last!"
"Seems a little far-fetched, Gen." I say, laughing.
"Pfft!" She replies. "It's perfect. And then, the joke's gonna be on him, because you guys will have actually fallen in love-"
"Who's going to fall in love?" Sirius asks, walking over to us.
"No one!" I say hastily. Don't want him to think I'm some creepy stalker who's planning our future wedding and children. Gen's the one doing that, not me.
"Alright…" he says slowly. "Anyway, you're supposed to be sitting with me."
"Excuse me?!" I say. "We don't need to sit together in every class. We're dating, not married. Speaking of which, you got me to go out with you, didn't you? Go collect our money."
He winces. "Right, so about that, I went to go ask Reynolds for the money, but he said that when he made the bet, he had said 'love' not 'dating', and that he won't give me the money until he's convinced you're in love with me."
I sigh. "Okay, so I guess I'll just have to act more loving. Easy peasy."
He doesn't look reassured. "First off, if you were really in love with me, you would be asking me if you could possibly have the honor of sitting with me."
I snort and open my mouth to deliver a scathing comment in response to that nonsense, but he isn't finished.
"Secondly, are you sure you can pull off loving? I've been around you for two days, and I've yet to hear anything resembling 'polite', much less 'loving'."
Scowling, I shove my books into my bag. Then I look up at him, and make my eyes go wide. I flutter my lashes for good effect.
"Oh, Sirius." I simper. "Come on, let's go sit together. Please?"
He rolls his eyes, but he's grinning. I stand up and grab his arm, dragging him with me over to his seat.
"Nothing could possibly make me happier than if you'd grant me the honor of getting to be by your side." I continue. It's a little flowery, but it gets the message across.
"I get it." He says, sounding exasperated but amused at the same time.
"Do you really?" I muse, plopping down in the chair. Just then, I realize that I left Gen by herself. God, I'm a horrible friend.
But when I look over, Gen's already moved on. There's a Hufflepuff girl sitting beside her, and they're chatting animatedly.
Welp.
Professor McGonagall's started teaching, so I start listening to her. During the lesson, I can't help but notice that Sirius doesn't pay any attention. He doesn't take notes, he doesn't even listen.
I don't take notes either, but that's because I don't need to. I hope he's not planning to copy mine. If he can't remember everything she said, then he's going to be in trouble. We're working on advanced human transfiguration now. We'll have to practice it tomorrow.
I realize with a horrified start, that he's going to be practicing on me. I resolve that if he accidentally gives me elephant tusks or something, I will mess him up.
"Celia!" I hear someone say as we're leaving. I turn around.
"Oh, hello Kennedy." I say through gritted teeth.
"Darling, I've got to know, how on earth did you get Sirius Black to go out with you." Kennedy, if you ask me, is overly fond of emphasizing words.
I force a smile. "I'm not entirely sure, why don't you ask him?"
"I just-" she sighs, "-and don't take offence to this darling- I just don't understand why he'd want to date you."
I will punch this girl in throat. "Kennedy, darling, I'm beginning to suspect that there are a very few things that you do understand." I reply, mimicking her tone. "Are you aware that you have a rather cretinous persona?"
Her cheeks turn red, but she doesn't shut up. "Oh, Celia, we've talked about the whole vocabulary thing, haven't we? It's why I'm so surprised you've managed to get a boyfriend."
I lunge at her, my hands outstretched, ready to beat the shit out of her. Then someone grabs my arm, and starts dragging me away. I blink, confused. "Oi!" I say indignantly.
"People in love don't go around picking fights." Sirius hisses, looking irritated.
"She was the one picking a fight!" I reply, also irritated.
Just then, I hear Kennedy in the background. "Coming at me like a muggle. Can't say I'm surprised, though, this does happen to be Celia we're talking about."
"People in love don't go around fighting people who pick fights." He retorts.
"That is such a lie."
"People in love don't go around getting detentions."
"That doesn't even make sense."
"Of course it makes sense. They want to spend quality time with the person they love, and they can't very well do that if they're in detention."
"Nonsense."
"Stop picking fights."
"I don't pick fights! But even if I did, why would I listen to you?!"
"Because you love me."
"Arrggghhhh!"
Lunch is here, but instead of being inside devouring the delicious food, I'm having a whispered fight with Sirius in a little corridor outside the Great Hall.
"I don't care if I'm supposed to be in love," I whisper angrily. "I've barely talked to Gen the whole day."
"I'm just trying to get my money," he replies. "Can't you just play along!"
"You come sit at my table, if it's so important to you!"
He pauses to think about this, then shakes his head. "I can't."
"Oh, so you can't come sit at my table, but I'm expected to drop everything and move over to Gryffindor, huh? Well listen here, you glorified cat-"
"Celia." He says, interrupting my rant. "I can't sit there."
He grabs my arms and spins me around, then points at the Ravenclaw table.
I blink when I see Eva Taylor. "Oh."
"Yeah." He agrees. "I couldn't go sit at her house's table with my new girlfriend. Especially after I never sat at that table with her."
He sounds entirely too happy about that, but I let it go.
"Then we'll sit separately." I say firmly.
He throws his head back and groans.
Then he stop and stares at my eyes. It takes a few very uncomfortable seconds before I decide that this is a staring contest, and stare back determinedly.
His ridiculously pretty eyes narrow.
Ha. Bad staring contest strategy, mate.
I haven't lost a staring contest in four years. He's got no hope of winning, the prat.
"Haha!" I say triumphantly. He's blinked. "I win."
"Fine." He says. "We'll sit separately. It might cost us the bet, but whatever."
"Shut up, Sirius." I reply, already walking over to the Ravenclaw table.
"If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
Gen looks ecstatic to see me, which is surprising.
"Celia!" She cries "Look, it's my friend Celia, who's going to be here for all of lunch, and who I'm going to be spending lunch with! Celia!"
Confusing.
I raise an eyebrow at her. She smiles nervously.
"Gen, what is going on?" I say, sighing.
She looks around at the people surrounding us. "I'll tell you later."
If she won't tell me now, it's probably about Finn Spencer. Gen is remarkably, and sometimes uncomfortably open about her life. At least, until he gets involved. Then she clams up.
They started dating in fifth year, and it lasted 'till around a month ago, when I received an owl from Gen, telling me that her and Finn were no longer dating, and she didn't want to talk about it, she wanted me to come over with chocolates and comfort.
I'd lied and said it was a very important school project, then left right away. She had been a mess. She refused to talk about why they broke up, and when we saw him with some friends in Diagon Alley, she'd dived into the nearest shop, and didn't come out until she was sure they'd gone.
The same thing happened on the way to school, and then on three separate occasions on the first day of school.
Poor guy, he kept trying to talk to her, and she kept running away as fast as she could.
We're halfway through lunch, when Professor McGonagall comes in, brisk as usual, and announces that classes have been cancelled for the rest of the day.
This causes a bit of a commotion which is expected, but no one really seems worried.
I wouldn't have worried either, if I hadn't been staring at her hands instead of her face.
It wasn't on purpose, just that when I looked up from my lunch, her hands caught my eye.
They were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white. I was pretty sure her fingernails were digging into her palms.
She was worried.
Naturally, this worries me too, and I decide that the best thing to do would be to investigate.
"Gen, I'm going to go figure out what's going on." I whisper to her.
She distractedly mumbles a reply, her eyes on the Slytherin table.
Sighing, I get up from the table, and move out of the Great Hall. Everyone's celebrating, so I doubt any of them are going to pay attention to me.
Wrong.
"Where are you going?" Sirius asks, catching up with me.
I shrug. I'm pretty sure I saw McGonagall turn into the corridor leading to the Defence room. Once you get to the end of that corridor, you'll find a dead end, so she had to be in one of those rooms.
He catches my arm. "If you're going to go find out what's going on, then I'm coming with you."
"Alrighty." I say. "Now, come on!" I yank my arm out of his grasp, and start walking again.
"Coming." He says, raising his hands.
We walk down the corridor quietly, ducking into the shadows just in time to see Professor Sinistra walk into the Defence Classroom.
"Should've borrowed the cloak from James." Sirius mutters under his breath.
I don't know what that means, but I don't waste any time pondering it. I move forward, until I'm in front of the classroom. The door's closed, but I can sort of make out what they're saying.
"Who would do such a thing?" I recognize the thin reedy voice of Professor Kettleburn.
"I think the real question, Silvanius, is who could do such a thing? Professor McGonagall says, her voice cool as ever. "It takes a lot of skill to sneak something even a little threatening into Hogwarts. I can think of maybe three wizards who could pull it off."
Someone says something I don't catch, but then McGonagall replies in a horrified tone. "You mean some of our people, Albus?! I don't believe it!"
"My question," the slow, drawling tone of Einstein Professor says. "Is why the Defence room? The logical place to send both the letters, and the-well, this- is the Headmaster's office, isn't it?"
"For now," I hear Dumbledore say. "Let us focus on protecting the students. Particularly those with muggle parentage, as they are the most at risk."
There's a quiet exchange of words, that I catch none of, then I hear McGonagall say "I'll go tell the students."
Sirius and I exchange panicked looks, glancing around looking for hiding spots, hearing McGonagall's footsteps come closer. There's a door across the hall, but that would take too long.
Then I get a brainwave.
I grab Sirius's shirt collars, and pull myself up onto my tiptoes. Then, I press my lips against his.
And I'm done for another week.
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