Rejected

A/N: HAPPY DAY BEFORE TURKEY DAY AMERICANS!!!! The turkey has been named (Pierre le Dinner), he has been given a job (He was the president of Canada, they have one, they just don't know it) and a family (He was Rudolph's loving little brother) and a reason of death (He was at the north pole, seeing his brother and died in a tragic ice skating accident involving penguins and some rather vile bean burritos) and will soon be sacrificed. May he rest in our stomachs. I am currently toying with the idea of dressing up as a pilgrim, whilst I do this, enjoy the chapter.

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"Remus?"

"Yes?"

"Have you seen Sirius?

"Nope."

James stared. How could the boy who was so helpful when it came to answering useless questions such as why clouds form to look like hippos, and how come McGonagall was such a cranky pants, and why the giant squid was giant, but he couldn't tell him where Sirius went.

"…Do you honestly care?"

"Honestly?"

"That's what I said, isn't it."

"Right. Then no, I really don't, I get to sit in the common room, in a chair, by my self, and read a book. In peace and quiet. With no danger of dung bombs being repeatedly thrown at my head. I'm quite content."

James gasped and glared at his friend.

"How could you say such a thing about your friends?"

Remus gave him 'a look.' And Remus' 'looks' weren't just any 'looks.' They were very frightening, 'I'm going to transfigure you into the anal region of a donkey if you don't leave me alone' sort of looks.

"Do I really need to show you the scars to prove the reason I say such things about my friends?"

James sighed, "No, I suppose you don't. But when I find Padfoot lying on the ground bleeding profusely and I can't lug his morbidly obese body to the hospital wing in order to save him by myself, just guess who I'm going to blame when he dies?"

Remus stared at him over the edge of his book.

"Peter."

James glared at him and left the common room in a huff.

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"Sirius? What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, James?"

"Lying in the middle of a corridor."

"Well, then, that would be what I'm doing. Question answered."

James stared down at his best friend, who was currently lying in the middle of a corridor holding a single daisy in his hands resting on his chest.

"You do know that this hallway is full of classrooms, right?"

"Yes, James, I do."

"And you do know that there are fifth years in all of them this hour, right?"

"Yes James, I do."

"And when the bell rings, you do know that they'll all come stampeding out of the rooms with no regard to your safety, don't you?"

"Yes, I'm counting on it."

Sirius turned from his friend to stare dramatically down the hallway as James lay down next to him.

"And why to you want to be trampled by many students trying to escape learning?"

Sirius looked away, but not before James caught the haunted look that had taken up residence in his eyes at the question.

"Sirius, what happened?"

The boy shook his head, and if James' eyes weren't fooling him, the beginnings of tears had formed in his eyes.

"Sirius?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

James stared, when he told Remus that he would blame him when he had to drag Sirius's grievously injured body to the infirmary, he hadn't expected to actually have to follow through with that notion.

"C'mon, it'll help."

"No."

Sirius continued staring vacantly at the end of the hallway, absent mindedly fiddling with the daisy in his hands.

"You were fine this morning—

"It seems years ago."

James turned his head to stare at his friend.

"Too overdramatic?"

"Yes."

"I apologize."

"Thank you. What happened, I thought you were going to ask Michelle out today."

The haunted, distressed look returned to his features in full force and his quickly refilled eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Sirius, what happened?" asked James, beginning to get seriously worried. "Is everything alright?"

Sirius turned to glare at the boy lying next to him.

"James, if everything was alright, I would be annoying Moony in the common room, and getting ready for dinner, in which I would be sitting next to Michelle, and most importantly, I would not be lying here, waiting for my Trampling de la Fifth Years!" Sirius exploded. "So I think we can gather that no, everything is not alright."

"What happened?" asked James.

Sirius sniffed a little sniff and muttered quietly

"She said no."

James's head snapped to look at Sirius. That didn't happen every day. In fact, he didn't think it had ever happened….

"Oh. Did you really like her?" asked James tenderly, though his sympathy was in limited supply considering he was shut down once every day, guaranteed.

Sirius scoffed. "Pssh, no. But it's the principal of the matter. I ask a girl out, the girl says yes, and all is good and happy in the world. But she said no. Now what's to follow, more rejections? James, no offence mate, but I'm scared of turning into you."

James stared indignantly at his friend. Then he sighed.

"It is a rather sad existence."

Both boys sat, lamenting the state of their poor nonexistent romances.

Until the bell rang.

"Crap! Sirius, you may have to problem being trampled, but I'd like to avoid it!" shouted James over the thunder of hundreds of chairs scrapping across the floor the cacophony of hundreds of pairs of feet moving towards the doors that were all being pushed open.

"Shield spell moron!"

"Moony confiscated my wand when I hexed that second year to pick his nose!"

"Right!" The students entered the hall, they tripped and stepped over the poor seventh years lying on the floor. Some of them apologizing, some not even noticing that they were crushing a body under their gigantic feet.

One of the many, he'd lost count, that stepped on Sirius, started to apologize, but then noticed just who it was under her. She looked a little too old to be one of the fifth years, she might have been one of the seventh years taking advanced charms.

The girl, who had looked rather sweet with her black hair pulled into a pony tail, turned to glare at Sirius.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Being trampled, do you mind, you're standing on my bladder."

"Why do you want to be trampled?" She asked, clearly with no intention of moving.

"Because, you my fair maiden, have said no to me."

"And I broke your record, is that why?" she asked angrily.

"Yes. Your point?"

She smiled sweetly at him.

"Oh, no point." She said. Then, making sure to dig her heels into his stomach, hopped off of the poor boy. She strode purposefully down the hall.

Then stopped and looked back, waves of fifth years moving around her.

"Oh, and Black?"

Sirius looked up hopefully.

"Yes."

"Avis!"

With a loud bang, a horde of birds flew out of her wand and began to attack Sirius, and James, who was apparently guilty by association. She grinned wickedly and strode proudly away, shoulders erect.

"James?" asked Sirius, through the flock of sparrows.

"Yeah," answered James, trying to cough up a feather.

"Forget what I said before alright?"

"Why."

"Because," He stared at the end of the hallway that Michelle just disappeared down.

"I think I'm in love."

A/N: Well, sorry it took about, oh, maybe four months. Band marching was over, volleyball is over, finals are over. But well, my friend has had some things going on that I have to say are FAR more important than speedy updates.

On the plus side, I finished my twenty page paper on Allusions, jeez, we're only lowly freshmen, why give that kind of work. We're supposed to slack off and annoy the sevies, not stay up into the wee hours in the morning and go to bed dreaming that we're still staring at a computer screen, like we had been for the past seven hours (All of which I did). I know that after this long, I have no right to ask, but for old time's sake….

Drop a review, huh?

Thank you muffin lady for helping me with my Turkey's life story last night )