I am so over Re—that mother effer.

It's been a month, and I dumped him. You think that I'm all broken up?

No.

So I was this huge wreck for two days after the fact, but I'm over it.

I'm so over it, it looks like an ant.

I'm so over it, I'm higher than any muggle flying contraption has ever been.

I'm so over it, I'm in a completely different universe.

I'm so over it, I…

Just take my word for it, I'm over him.

I haven't moved on… at all. But I'm over it. I'm way over it.

I think I already explained that…

But I'm ooooooooooooooover it.

Yeah.

But hell no, I won't date somebody!

Are you freaking kidding me?

I just got out of a relationship.

How should I be moving on so fast?

It's only been a month!

Wait…

Damn, I'm contradicting myself again, aren't I?

I should just stop talking, do us all a favor.

---

You know what I don't get?

I don't get how people think that we can "still be friends" after somebody's ripped your heart out of your chest, thrown it on the ground, jumped up and down on it for three minutes, and then ripped it in two.

You lose all friendship after that.

There is no "still be friends".

That would require being friends before you dated.

I think we should just go back to the good old days.

Yeah.

Jump me outside the hallway, torture me outside, whatever!

It was comfortable, it was routine.

It was our thing, you know?

BUT NO.

We can't do that.

Because you're too stubborn!

I'm more than effing happy to go back to that.

But nooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Screw "still be friends." It's overrated, and I don't want to be friends with somebody who broke my heart.

Would you?

---

About five minutes earlier

"Is this seat taken?" came the oh-so-familiar voice of who other than REMUS EFFING LUPIN.

"Does it look taken?" I asked, not looking at him.

He took a seat next to me and sighed. "Anna?" he mused quietly. "Why does it have to be like this?"

"Let me think."

"That was rhetorical."

"You'll have to excuse me, because APPARENTLY I'm a dumbass! Honestly, did you think you could hide it?" I asked him.

"Anna, we could still be friends! I miss you," he finished.

"Oh how sentimental," I retorted.

He sighed again. "I would appreciate a little bit of your attention if only for a second, Anna."

"I would appreciate a little bit of respect on your half," I mocked.

"This was pointless," he muttered under his breath. He gathered his books and began to leave.

"You're right," I informed him as he was about to leave.

"About what?"

"About this being pointless. Like I'm ever going to forgive you."

---

"Hey Anna!"

I never really got used to people calling out my name. Usually it was sarcasm, or I was about to be tortured. But I've got to admit, it feels good to have… friends, I suppose.

"Hey Sirius," I greeted. "How are you?"

"Brilliant," he said with a smirk. "I've got an idea for you."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Really? For me? Well, Sirius, I've never had a detention before, and I'm just not looking for anymore drama—"

"Who said anything about detention? This is about fixing our problems!" he exclaimed excitedly. I shook my head at him, the teenager looked so much like a kid when he got all excited.

"No drinking," I said automatically. Last time I tried that… well, didn't work out that great for me.

He shook his head at me, "No, no. This is kind of a radical idea, which is exactly why it took a month to hatch." Sirius paused dramatically. "It's the most amazing idea ever! It not only makes me even more irresistible, but you also get Remus back!"

"Hold up. Who said I want him back?" I asked.

He blinked at me. "You. Remember, when we got drunk—"

"What are you talking about?" I interrupted, throwing him a glance. "I recall none of that."

"So you don't want Remus back. But it'll help you get another boyfriend nonetheless. Plus, remember you owe me?"

I sighed. "Fine. I do owe you something. I'll do anything, just don't mention that particular incident with the… ahem. F.W."

An evil smirk crawled onto his face as he said, "Well, here it is."

---

"Anna!"

"Anna!"

"Anna, wait up!"

"Anna, Anna, we came as soon as we heard!"

"Anna, seriously, slow down! We're in heels!"

I stopped, knowing those two voices. Kira and Gigi. Of course.

Kira skidded to a stop next to me and let out a deafening squeal. "I couldn't believe it when I heard! Anna scored herself ANOTHER Marauder! Amazing! Nobody's EVER done that!"

Gigi soon appeared at my other side and squealed as well. "We all thought it was impossible, but… Anna! Wow! What about Remus?"

"Does he know?" Kira jumped in.

"Has there been a rift between the Marauders?" Gigi questioned.

"Did you break up the core four?"

"Are they all fighting over you? Even Peter?"

"No, Gigi, we all know that Peter is in love with that Hufflepuff girl."

"Oh, right. No duh! I'm so stupid, aren't I Kira?"

I stopped them. "Guys, I don't want to talk about it."

"But—" Kira started.

"No talking!" I shushed. "Sirius and I just want to be left alone. Thank you." I left them and as soon as they thought I was out of ear shot, they began talking about theories that could have been possible.

But I was a little in shock myself.

Sirius and Anna.

Who would have thought?"

---

I sighed and hiked up my skirt a little, just like Sirius told me. I blew into the library with more importance than I ever did before. For a moment, I looked around the library. Then, without a word, I "found" my "boyfriend" and sat on his lap.

Ew.

God, I just will not get used to making out with Sirius. Especially in the library.

Especially next to Remus.

Reality rushed up to me as James wolf-whistled at us. I pushed Sirius off of me, and said the one line he told me to say, "I'll see you tonight, don't forget."

Then, I removed myself from his lap and lent down to kiss him once more before walking away.

It's seriously like kissing your brother.

Yuck.

I should never promise Sirius anything. It pretty much screws me over.

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