A/N: This chapter is in Maria's P.O.V. The next will be Angi, and the one after that, Angele. I've realized (had pointed out to me coughcough) that you all don't really know THEM that well. Only Ashley. -sweatdrop-
Anywho, 'tis Mia's
P.O.V., sorry if you become confuzzled because you skipped this
Ever-So-Pawnsome A.N. Oh, and, the reason for Mia's
constant use of British terms? Well...that's what Mia does.
xD
Chapter Four: BloodyQuidditch, Bloody Idiot, Bloody Emotions, Bloody...Everything...
I glanced at Sirius who was lynig unconsious in the bright-white room of the Hogwarts Hospital Wing. His chest was slwoly rising and falling, showing that he was still alive. For now...Moron...I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to jump up and throttle him. Roughly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, sighing huffly. This was nothing to get ticked at. Nothing at all. Really. Just because he lost us the match -- I inhaled sharply -- doesn't mean that I have the right to kill him...according to McGonagall. I chocked back a sob, insantly calming myself. According to her, if he didn't wake up by the next Thursday, there would be no need for me to do so.
The door opened and a boy with raven hair that reached just about the center of his neck entered. My eyebrows nit together as I blinked at him. Glancing at him to Sirius and back, I was hit with realization.
I lifted my lip in a snarl, knowing that my fangs would be visible. "Regulus..."
His cold gray eyes landed on me, causing me to shiver. It felt like he'd just proded me with, not a hot iron, but an icy one. Like I'd been dowsed in freezing cold water. I stared right back at him, refusing to back down. "Azure."
Narrowing my eyes, I sniffed. I almost gagged. "Have a girlfriend, do you?"
He blinked, and his face turned an odd puce color. "Checking? I'm sorry, Azure, but I don't date half-breeds."
I rolled my eyes. "Hardly." At the confusion that was evident on his face, I sneered. "You possitivley reek of French perfume. And I don't need Vampire-Senses to smell that."
Scoffing, he turned away from me, his eyes landing on Sirius' form. "Bloody idiot..."
"That's a wonderful way to speak to people who're lying on their death-beds."
"He's not--"
"Be realistic!" I bellowed, my anger switching on almost instantly. I frightened even myself. Ever since...it happened, I'd been very...emotional. More so then usual. "He's practically in a coma! He got a bludger to the head seven times in one game! And stuck it out until he got ten!""What? You don't belive in bravery? Aren't you a Gryffindork?"
I glared. "I was originally a Slytherin."
His eyes sparked with interest, "Oh yes...I'd forgotten. Why aren't you now?"
I stood up and looked staright at his eyes. "I was sick of the reek of French perfume."
Blushing, he turned to Sirius again. "It was bravery. No Slytherin would have done that."
I blinked rapidly. "What?"
He looked back up at me, his eyes somewhat softer now. "He's brave."
I was confused to say the least. "What do you care?"
"Contrary to popular belief, I'm not completely heartless. I do hold some compassion for my elder brother."
I glanced at the floor, refusing to let my eyes water. Bloody emotions...always getting in the way... "You haven't shown any proof to that statement..." I pushed thoughts of my own brother, who was thirteen by now, out of my head. Along with him came visions of my Mother sighing frustrated at me, and I realized how much I craved that angry sound now that I couldn't hear it. My Dad's face then floated in, a saracstic gleam in his eyes. There was never any need to ask where I'd gotten my attitude.
He snorted. "Who does to their brother? Especially to a blood traitor like him."
I searched my brain for the meaning of the words 'Blood Traitor', and when I found it, I glared again. "Feeling worried about him makes you just as bad, doesn't it?"
He rolled his silver eyes, "Why do you think I'm doing this in private Azure?"
"Private? Hello! I'm still here! I could tell anyone!"
"You think that people would belive you, a Vampire, over me, the sole heir to the Black fortune?"
I pointed at Sirius' slowly risig and falling chest accusingly. "HELLOOOOO!! He's not dead! You just said so yourself!"
He glared, "That's not what I meant! Mother Disinherited him ages ago."
I gasped lightly and glanced over at Sirius for about the millionth time that day. Jesus...and I thought my mom was a bitch... "Poor Siri..."
When the door opened again and Remus came in, dragging a griping Ashley, Regulus, sneered at Sirius' body. "Bloody idiot." He stalked passed the two new-comers and opened the door, getting ready to enter the corridor like a complete sod. He paused though, and looked back at me. "Remember what I said. Who would?" No...A complete and total sod.
She blinked at me, then him, then me again. "What teh heck?"
I returned her look. " 'Heck?'"
She blushed, and pointed at Remus with her thumb. "Made me stop cursing."
I snorted. "Hey, Rem?"
He raised an eyebrow to show that he'd heard, while looking conserenedly over at Sirius.
His eyes widened adn he looked shocked. "MARIA!!"
I snickered. "I know, I know...I'm a curse-worder."
A thick silence laced the room, and everyone looked at Sirius' form. His black hair was stick to the corners of his mouth and around the edge of his face. He had stiches up the right and left side of the skin where neck met shoulder. Ashley and myself had been forced to hold down Sirius' failing body as Madame Prompfery put them in. Normally, she'd have just magiced them in, but, Sirius was in a very touchy state, so, she wanted to do it by hand. Ashley had thrown up directly afterwards and hidden in the Shrieking Shack, having convinced herself that Sirius was dead. I had cried and yelled at everyone to do something besides stand around and stare.
I grimaced inwardly. With Sirius gone, I'd be having to do that alot...me the Co-Captain, no Captain. I sighed and felt a great depression wash over me. With Sirius gone? He's not gone! Several times in the last few days I'd have to reminde myself that he was still around. He wasn't dead. He had a pulse. He breathed. His chest moved. His eyelids would occasionaly flutter. He. Wasn't. Dead.
"Never, in all my days..." we all turned to see McGonagall pushing forward Angele and Angi, who were both looking offended. "Ladies! Please! You are in the presence of a gentleman! Please present yourselves as dignified members of society!"
"B-B-But..." Angele was looking desperatly around, searching for an exit. "I'm not a dignified member of society! I'm a disgruntled teenager!"
Angi sniffed, straightening up, then glared at McGonagall. She then wiggled her fingers at her, "May the anime gods smite thee with their awesome powers."
McGonagall looked confused, but quickly recovered. "Please do behave yourselves. We are in the same room as a sickly boy."
I felt a pang in my stomache. ...sickly boy... Was that all he was to everyone now? A sickly boy? I looked to Sirius and shook my head as if reassuring his unconcious self that it wasn't true, that we all thought more of him than that.
Angele, having noticed who it was on the bed, huffed. "He deserves to be sick. He was mean."
I glared at her. "He's dying stupid."
She visably paled. "Oh." Her eyes shown with realization. "He was your boyfriend, huh?"
"What was your first clue? The snogging or the words 'I love you'?"
"Snogging?"
"Kissing."
"Ah..."
There was more silence, and we all looked awkwardly at each other.
Angele patted my arm and gave me a small smile. "It's okay."
I sighed. "I know."
"Hey, Mia?" I looked over at Ashley and raised an eyebrow. "Spify."
I gave a short laugh at the pathetic attempt to try to cheer me up.
Remus groaned and shiffted from foot to foot. "Gods...I hate this..."
I glared. "Who doesn't?"
Angi put a hand on my shoulder. "Clam down Tema."
"I am totally calm." I sighed and rubbed my temples.
Yeah...calm...
