Hello my children! How have you all been? I know I've been absent for quite some time now and I will not bore you with useless excuses or details, just be assured that I am back and better than ever...sort of. Not really, but anyway...stupid figure of speech...-mumbles to herself incoherently-

Here's the update before I hurt myself with all this chit-chat.

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Sev's P.O.V.

I did it! You'll never guess what just happened, not even if i gave you 22 and half lifetimes to do it (but you can try to anyway, just to humour me). But I'm a nice guy so I'll let you in on all the juicy details. Are you sitting down (A/N: you'd better be if you're at your computer, or you have serious chair issues that you need to talk to someone about...not me)? I hope you are because I just asked Sirius Bloody Black to study with me and he said: ''Yeah, it sounds great, specially seeing as we've been paired together for the NEWT preparation exams and all.'' Then again if I was in control of his brain I would've made him say it more along the lines of: ''Of course, I am charmed at the aspect of spending two full weeks in your sole company and while we're at it would you like to go out to dinner with me at a really high class restaurant where I will exclaim my undying love for you?'' And then I would answer: ''That sounds simply marvellous are you free on Wednesday?'' And we'd live happily ever after.

But anyways...his affirmative answer was all I needed to make my day brighter. I thought I was going to burst out laughing from joy, but thank god I held myself back. This whole 'love' business is driving me insane. I'm constantly worried that I might randomly start giggling or dissolve into tears. Honestly, it's the weirdest thing ever. I feel like I'm dancing on top of a cloud and nothing can or will ever bring me back to Earth. It's actually quite nice, I feel so careless and free.

I hope he's alright though; Sirius that is. He seemed extremely out of it and was acting completely out of character. He actually asked me to marry him! I was about to say 'YES!' when he apologized and passed it off as lack of sleep. He had probably been practising just before for when he's going to ask one of those prissy little bitches who whore themselves out to him. But really, what was I expecting? I got exactly what I asked for. No more, no less. I asked him to study with me and that's what I got. Two weeks of pure, non-returned bliss. He probably just had no one else to study with and like he said, we are going to be partners for the actual exam, so for him this is purely a strategic standpoint. So he's probably going to show up late and bolt away from me as soon as we're done (if he doesn't leave early.)

Damn! I'm not dancing on my cloud anymore. It would seem that gravity only applies to broken-hearted people. I take back my previous statement about love being all careless and free. Love is two-faced back stabbing fucker. One minute you're elated and this feeling of insane pressure mounts in your chest and you know that it's love and that it's good. And the next you know, you think that the entire world is going to come crashing down on you and said wonderful pressure turns into a suffocating pain that feels like it'll never ever go away and all you want to do is go for walks in the middle of the night and let the pain fill you whole. Crying myself to sleep and eating tubs of ice cream sounds like a walk in the park compared to what I'm feeling. The whole drowning in a black abyss isn't at all what it's like. It's more along the lines of turning into a live statue, so that you can watch the world go on, including the one you love, and not be able to live or breathe or eat or sleep with them. Because you're turned into a hollow creature that couldn't possibly qualify as a human. I've turned into an insomniac; I can't eat because it makes me sick, even breathing has become a difficult task when Sirius is around. And yet, even if it meant suffocating, I want him around me all the time. Even if it would be awkward and I would say stupid things and I wouldn't know how to act, I want to be with him always.

But enough of this mopping business. I have stuff to do, and Christmas presents to buy. So I think I'm going to head on down to Hogsmeades and get over my stupid issues. I don't have a lot of money, but enough to buy a good quality...something. What had I decided would be best? Clothes and...Jewellery. But I don't know his size. So a nice necklace ought to do the trick, something "manly" yet sentimental. Here we are; 'Enchanting Jewels'. Wow, it's bright in here, and clean too. It must be Sirius' kind of store. As I said before, I'm a nice guy, so I'll be your eye around this place.

-'Hello!' Ah! Okay, not funny. People are not supposed to sneak up on their customers like that.

-'Uh…hi. I'm just looking for now, thanks.' Ugh, creepy. He's got this incredibly feral, predatory look on his face. They've only got woman's jewellery in here though. And I doubt that Sirius would appreciate a gold chain with a diamond encrusted heart dangling from it. Well, I'm done here. That was thoroughly freaky and extremely unpleasant. Hmmm…this looks o.k. 'Harold's Dazzling Gems' Wait a minute…never mind (the logo says 'Charm HER with your impeccable choice'). I swear I should sue all the jewellery stores in Hogsmeades for sexist-ness. It's not fair that guys have to scour the place just to find one single shop that has stuff for guys too-hey look, there's something! 'Illusion of Faith-jewellery for him or her'. Alright I take it back. It's not that hard to find a shop with stuff for guys.

Okay…I'm officially scared now. This is the EXACT opposite of the shop I was just at. It's dark and dank, and what the hell is that smell? It's atrocious. I think I'm just going to leave.

-'Looking for a Christmas present are you, my dear?' Oh my God! What is it with people scaring me today?

-Yeah, but I don't think-'

-'I have exactly what you need for your…friend.' Are you as freaked out as I am yet? You know that scene in muggle movies when the main character-who happens to be a really skinny girl covered in makeup wearing a nightgown-is walking towards the source of the noise in her house? And you just want to get up and tell her that she's the dumbest person alive for going towards what she should be running away from. Well I'm living it. I'm following the creepiest person I've ever met (yes…he's creepier than the guy who owned the other shop) deep into the bowels of an unknown room.

It's a shame that there's no background music to this. Oh lord, he stopped. Well, if I'm about to die, I just want the world to know how grateful I am for-WOW! He was right. That is perfect. I wish you could see it! It's a silver chain with a red and black yin-yang as a pendant. But around the pendant there's a snake with emeralds for eyes. It's gorgeous! Plus it's kind of symbolic too. It shows that we complete each other because there's, metaphorically speaking of course, a little bit of me in him and a little bit of him in me. In our hearts, you dirty morons. And it costs...37 Galleons, 7 sickles. That's expensive; it's almost all I've got. Oh well, I don't mind being broke for the rest of the year. No biggie, because it's for such a good cause.

-''Umm, sir? I'll be taking-''

-''That one. Yes I know.'' Okay, am I ever glad that's done or what! And now I can go back to Hogwarts where I'll be safe from the creepy storekeepers that seem to be taking over Hogsmeade. And so I can unfreeze my toes.

Hn, it's already eight o'clock. Curfew is in an hour, but what do I care? It's the bloody holidays, screw them if they actually punish me.

I wonder what Sirius is doing right now...Probably writing to his friends how I tricked him into studying with me. Am I really that bad a person? I mean, for people to hate me before they know me, I must be. Sirius is a pure, 100 Gryffindor, and Gryffindors are legendary for their ability to only like ''good'' people, ergo that makes me an all around horrible person. And it also means that all those times that we fought or got into an argument about anything, I was wrong to retaliate, however poorly. But that's all in the past now. They've been steadily leaving me alone more and I can only hope that this will be the holiday that changes the famous James Potter into a mature responsible young man. Which the opposite of what he currently is, so I admit, I am asking for a bit too much. But he's had that crush on Evans and no matter how many times people tell him that she hates him cause he's an immature bully, he won't change. But that doesn't matter as I am not here to discuss Potter's oh-so-lame love life. I need to decide what exactly I'm doing tomorrow. There's so much to plan, so much to think about! Like how do I do my hair and what am I going to wear? And I guess we'll decide what we're studying tomorrow, tomorrow.

So let's start with the basics: What am I going to wear? Normally, seeing as we're going to be studying, not 'hanging out', I would wear my school robes. But it is vacation and I'd be so much more comfortable in muggle clothes(Yes...I have muggle clothes. Just don't tell my parents, but there's a really cool shop on the far end of Hogsmeade that was built to make muggleborn children more comfortable with their surroundings. They've got ''Everything Muggle'' as their logo states. Ironically enough it's run by wizards.) So I'll wear my black jeans with my red sleeveless top. Mmmm...comfy.

And what do I do about my hair? I could leave it down, but that's what I always do, so I'll just tie it up and leave a few strands sown so that i don't look too different or bizarre.

And what about odour? Well that came out weird, I'm not trying to explain, but suffice it to say that I'll brew something containing lilac beforehand. I love the smell of lilac, but it'll also calm the heck out of me.

And should I wear makeup? AH! NO! What the deuce am I saying? I don't even own makeup, let alone know how to put any on! Man that was a scary thought. What the Hell is wrong with me? Oh, wait. I know exactly what's wrong with me...I'm in love. Deeply, madly, truly. Or maybe I'm one of those obsessive teenagers who pick one person and become insanely infatuated with them and never leave them out of their sights. But I doubt it. I'm not insanely infatuated with him, am I? Just enough for it to still be healthy. Even better than healthy actually, everything about me has gotten better since I discovered I loved him; my hair is silky, my skin is by no means tanned, but at least I don't look like the Crypt keeper anymore. I'm no longer a walking skeleton, my teeth are perfectly straight and white and my hands aren't stained by the random potion ingredients I handle on a regular basis. And it hasn't affected my marks or my homework.

The only part of this that scares me is that I've started smiling all the time and I hum to myself in the shower (hey, at least I can sing). That and the fact that I try to style my hair about 20 different ways before always deciding on the same one every morning.

But hey, that's love, right?