I just can't seem to stop updating oops. Already had these typed out, so... enjoy! And review!

SERIOUS TALK

Up in Gryffindor Tower, James had not even glanced around at the common room, but had bounded straight for his dormitory.

Remus grabbed the back of Sirius' robes as he went behind him, and whispered, "Wait. Give him some alone time."

Sirius looked lost and slumped into an armchair by the fireplace. He really wanted to ease his best friend's discomfort but didn't know what to do.

The other Gryffindors arrived slowly. When Lily entered through the portrait hole, Sirius got up and advanced toward her. She looked at him warily.

"We need to talk," he growled in a low voice.

"About what?" Lily asked suspiciously. "Over there," he nodded toward a secluded spot of the common room. Mary gave her a worried look, but Lily followed him, curious.

Looking at her full in the face, he said, "I want you to go and talk to him."

Lily's face contorted, but Black held up a hand to silence her.

"He's been really put out by what you told him back in that bloody compartment, I think. But whether it was that or if it was that bloody badge, I don't care. You are the only one he will listen to right now. He's not even talking to me," Black finished in a hollow voice.

Lily bit her lip and said, "I'll try... But I can't guarantee if it will help."

"I don't care!" Lily backed away, slightly frightened. Black looked deranged, like a mad dog. "Just get him to be who he was! Not this new moping and scowling person..."

Remus joined them with Peter trailing behind. "Hey Lily."

"Hello, Remus," she smiled at him. "I had thought you would have gotten the badge," she said, laughing without humour.

Remus shrugged. "Dumbledore chose him, so it's obvious he deserves it," he repeated.

Black cut in, "Talk to him." he looked menacingly at her. Remus nudged him hard in the ribs.

"Yes, Lily, please talk to him," he added in a more polite voice.

Lily gave Sirius a very dirty look. Then she sighed again and said, "I'll see what I can do." Moving deftly around them, she made her way for the girls' dormitory.

Just before she fell asleep, she remembered what Remus had said. Dumbledore chose him, so he deserves it.

She remembered last term, how James had not behaved as if he had a bad case of fleas, how he had not gloated after winning the Quidditch Final but had been quite nice about it for his standards...

Was the fat head finally deflating?

She sighed again for what felt like the hundredth time that day and turned over, hoping that it would all just turn out to be a dream.

I must be a masochist because I love to write conflicts, something I happen to hate. Not sure if I get them right until you tell me I do, so for that, review!

Radz xo