Chapter Eleven


"You don't exactly expect me to be calmed about this, do you?" I voiced, dropping on my bed with a parchment in hand.

"Remus didn't even bring it up the last time we were together," I heard Crystal say.

I looked at the ceiling, my eyes tracing the cemented blocks on it. Though I wasn't exactly feeling so "uppity", I couldn't help but let a smirk show. "You know, that statement could be translated in so many ways…."

"Isabelle!"

I shrugged as I brought the parchment up to my face; it was neatly folded and it pretty much looked the same as the others. Except for a single thing, this wasn't exactly a letter per se.

"Merlin!" exclaimed Crystal, walking up to the bed. Was that a smile? "You've been very touchy feely as of lately and now you're suddenly making such comments?"

"Well, I'm sorry," I replied, finally sitting up to see her clearly. "It's just… I need a laugh, no big deal about it."

Crystal nodded, before sitting down on her bed that was located near my own. "Is that the letter?"

"No," I said, lifting the parchment for her to see. "It's nothing like the others."

"Can I read?" she asked.

"I'll read it to you alright?" Unfolding the parchment I read out loud.

I thought the Sirius Black issue was already established?

"Either he's not interested or irritated that I keep on mentioning him." I stated, throwing the parchment at the end of my bed.

"You sound disappointed," she whispered.

I avoided her stare, "Why should I be disappointed?"

"Because that sentence only means one thing but you might be taking it the other way."

Was I? Was I reading something that was not there? "He's not interested, that's all," I finally said.

"You know what?" I said before Crystal could say anything. "If he's not Sirius then why couldn't he write something else? Why just end it with that?" I asked, nodding toward the parchment.

"Um…"

I finally turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow at her hesitation. "What?"

"Are you secretly hoping it's him?"

"Sirius?" I asked, merely to myself. "No," I uttered.

Though I had voiced what Crystal wanted to hear, that word wasn't exactly what I meant. I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted for it to mean. Sure, I was disappointed that he didn't write more than that sentence. What if he wrote that…?

"What if it is really him?" I asked Crystal, an idea suddenly forming in my mind. Before she could open her mouth, I continued. "Maybe he's playing this off. Remus must know it or why would he suddenly run off like he did in the library?"

"What if Remus knows it's you?" she suddenly asked.

I closed my mouth, not realizing this. Back in the library, a day ago, he knew. Oh yes, he knew what was happening. No, I shouldn't say what was happening; he knows who the other person is. If he had thrown out the idea that it was Crystal then that only left me….

"Damn it!" I exclaimed, falling back on my bed.

"He knows it's not me because he didn't mention anything about it," she continued. "In fact, he seemed to be quite cheerful about something."

"So you're saying that the reason he's happy is because he knows something that Sirius doesn't?" I asked, only to answer my own question. "There are lots of possibilities for him to be happy. "

"Right…"

"It isn't a concrete fact that he knows, right?" I asked, staring up at the ceiling as Ihad before.

"I honestly don't know," she answered," she answered. "I won't even ask him because if that's what he thinks then I'll be proving him right and I'm sure you don't want that."

"What am I going to do now?"

"Just keep doing what you were doing the–"

"It's too much of a coincidence…" I trailed off. "If that note says otherwise then it is quite possible it is him."

"You have a point, an interesting point at that and I'm guessing by the look on your face that you have something brewing."

I smiled, oh no, it wasn't idea… yet. I was just recalling how this all came to be, all thanks to that piece of parchment I left behind.


"Sirius," said Remus. "You can't really just stop reading the letters to us just because I know something that you don't."

"He's right, you know," said Peter taking a bite out of an apple… I was beginning to hate the fruit.

"Or," started James, but one look at him told me what was coming.

"No, James," I said before he could utter another word. "I will not read it to just you and Peter. I won't read it to anyone."

"Oh, come on, mate," he complained. "You get us hooked on this nonsense then just like that you take it away."

"Just like that? Just like that?" I asked incredulously. "What the bloody hell are you on about?"

"Well–"

"It wasn't a question!" I said frustrated. "I never hooked you up on anything. I never even should have told you just for the simple fact that the more I listen to you idiots the more and more she's convinced it's me!"

"Then why did you ask for our advice?" said Peter.

"I didn't ask for your advice. You nosy bastards decided to give it. I merely asked for an opinion and that was Remus' 'cause on situations like these you two only know how to point and laugh!"

"That still doesn't justify the fact that you told him over your best mates," said James acidly.

"Oh, you're pathetic," I shot back. "First off, this is not your department. Second, I knew what your reaction would be and I was proved right–"

"Not to mention he went and told me," added Peter.

"Exact–"

"Oh, no, I wasn't defending you," he interjected. "I was merely trying to point out that you always think of me last and I always get you the best hook-ups… though considering your popularity lately I think that department might have lost its point."

Two seconds' ringing silence was followed by ten minutes of incessant laughter courtesy of James and Remus.

"Who knew you were so clever, Peter," said James clapping him in the back.

"Hilarious, too," I said sardonically.

"Read the letter and stop trying to make us waste our time, Sirius" said Remus.

"I'm not reading it to you," I said for like the fiftieth time.

"Yeah."

"Sure."

"Obviously."

"Fine," I said clearly irritated.

I find it interesting you know that you're annoyed that I keep bringing up Sirius Black. You're right, we "sorta" have settled this fact but fine. Should I bring up one of his friends? I mean, you yourself said that you knew him well enough and that the two of you happened to share some familiar qualities. Well, that leaves me with James. Unless it's Peter… or Remus? Scratch James out, everyone knows he's after Lily.

"So?" asked James.

"Doesn't mean he's crying his heart out," shrugged Peter.

"After Lily… not devoted to Lily," was my view.

"What an unfortunate waste of a comment that one," said Remus shaking his head.

Wait a minute; perhaps you're no Gryffindor at all! Well, things keep getting interesting, that's for sure…

"She's indirectly insulting you, mate," said James.

"What house do you think I'm in… Slytherin?"

Now for something totally different… What's your favorite color? What's your favorite holiday? What's you favorite sweet? What do you see yourself doing five years from now? What exactly do you look for in a girl? What's the one thing you regretted doing in your life? What's the one thing you really want to accomplish in your life?

"She's trying to find out if it's actually you," said Peter.

Yes, I do expect you to answer those questions. If you have own questions feel free in asking them. I'm sure with these questions we're bound to get to know each other in a different level.

"I am so going along with her little game."


A/N: Senior Year... the best year of your life... blah blah blah... it seems to me it is all the work of 9th, 10th, and 11th grade combined... meh... your reviews made me happy at least so keep them coming and I hope you enjoyed